I really didn't intend to make a living based on my looks.

Chapter 110 New Song, Another New Song

The four interacted on stage for a while, and Jiang Chen thanked them for coming several times.

The fans were so excited they almost fainted.

Concert guests are a surprise at any concert.

Seeing so many of the most popular celebrities at once is such a lucky thing.

The atmosphere eased a bit in the following segments.

Jiang Chen continued singing her songs.

In "Anhe Bridge," he sat on the edge of the stage, holding his guitar.

The audience listened quietly, with some people humming along softly.

He sang "Ideal Thirty Years" with his eyes closed, his voice very soft, as if telling a distant story.

Liu Shishi listened very attentively from the guest seats.

As he sang "Let the Rain Fall All Down," he stood up and walked to the end of the T-stage. Rain poured down from the ceiling—it was a stage effect. He was soaked, but he sang even more energetically.

The audience screamed, and someone shouted, "Don't catch a cold!" He smiled and said, "It's worth it."

Yang Zi got hungry again and kept wiping her mouth.

Halfway through his song, he suddenly stopped and said into the microphone, "Wait a minute, I have a surprise for everyone."

The staff handed over a mobile phone.

"I wrote a letter," he said, "and placed it under a seat in the audience, along with a new cell phone. I want to call the fan in that seat and read it to her in person."

The whole place erupted.

"What?"

"A handwritten letter?"

"cell phone?"

"Who's so lucky?"

Jiang Chen dialed the number, and the entire room went wild.

The light swept across and shone on a girl with a ponytail. She was looking down and flipping under a chair, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

She pulled out an orange envelope and a black cell phone.

She answered the phone, her voice trembling: "Feed—"

"Hello," Jiang Chen's voice echoed throughout the venue through the speakers, "I am Jiang Chen."

The girl burst into tears.

"Don't cry," Jiang Chen said, "I'll read the letter to you."

"Thank you for coming to my concert. Thank you for buying my album. Thank you for not giving up on me when I was being attacked online. Thank you for believing in a stranger. This letter, and this phone, are the oldest and most advanced forms of communication I can think of. I just want to say, I love you all."

The girl burst into tears.

The rest of the fans were so envious and jealous they were practically bursting with envy!

Jiang Chen's eyes reddened, her acting was astonishing: "This is the first time I've spoken like this. It's a bit clumsy, but it's sincere."

"Keep singing."

As soon as the intro to "The Wind Rises" begins, the entire audience automatically switches to a sing-along mode.

Tens of thousands of people can keep up without needing instructions or subtitles.

The orange glow sticks swayed to the rhythm, like a wheat field being blown by the wind.

He walked along the T-shaped aisle, reached the edge, bent down, and reached out to touch the hands of the fans in the front row.

One, two, three.

A girl grabbed his hand and wouldn't let go, but he laughed and pulled it away, saying, "I have to sing."

Another girl handed him a note, which he took and put in his pocket.

Further ahead, a boy was holding up a light sign that read, "Brother Chen, I passed the postgraduate entrance exam." He reached out and gave the boy a high five.

"Congratulations."

He continued walking, his hand still outstretched, as if making a greedy demand, yet also as a generous gift.

Jiang Dazhuang followed behind him, extremely nervous.

He was wearing a black suit, his chest muscles bulging out of his jacket, making him look like a moving iron tower.

They stared intently at the outstretched hands, fearing someone might suddenly pull out an unknown object.

He really wanted to yell at those fans: "Come at me if you dare!"

When he finished singing "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze," he suddenly stopped and said into the microphone, "This song is dedicated to everyone here. Ten miles of spring breeze are not as good as you all."

Some people in the audience cried, and others laughed and cried at the same time.

The atmosphere became much more relaxed when Li Ronghao appeared.

He sang "Young and Promising" with Jiang Chen.

"If I had been successful in my youth and not felt inferior, I would have known what is truly precious —"

The two voices surprisingly complemented each other, and the effect was quite good.

Then he sang a solo of his unreleased new song, "Model".

"Wearing magnificent clothes, standing for primal desires—"

The fans in the audience were initially confused, exchanging glances and whispering, "Who is this?"

But since Jiang Chen invited them, they're one of our own.

Moreover, the song is indeed catchy, with a memorable melody and meaningful lyrics.

Gradually, some people began to nod in agreement, and some raised their glow sticks, as if in a silent acceptance.

After finishing his song, Li Ronghao thanked Jiang Chen into the microphone, saying, "Thank you, Jiang Chen, for giving me, a newcomer who hasn't even released an album yet, the opportunity to stand in front of thousands of people."

"Thank you everyone for listening to me sing."

Laughter and applause erupted from the audience.

Eason Chan's appearance brought another climax.

He didn't come out from the lift platform; he walked directly onto the stage from the first row of the audience, like some kind of unexpected intrusion.

He was wearing a gray hoodie with the hood up, holding a microphone, and walking slowly, like he was going to the market.

But as soon as the music starts, he changes.

"Heavy Taste," the title track of his new album, is a high-energy electronic rock song.

"Every time I fail to kill you, I heal you—"

His voice was like a deep, resonant instrument, with the unique pronunciation and charm of Hong Kong Cantonese, completely different from Jiang Chen's previous style, but the audience was instantly ignited.

After he finished singing, he and Jiang Chen stood side by side in the center of the stage.

"The next song," Eason Chan said, "is one that Jiang Chen and I will sing together. It's an old song, but old songs are always worth listening to."

The prelude to "Ten Years" begins.

"If those two words hadn't trembled, I wouldn't have realized how much pain I was in—"

The two sang together, one with a Hong Kong-style melancholy and the other with a clear, bright voice from the mainland, like the voices of two different eras conversing.

The audience sang along, their voices growing louder and louder, as if some collective memory had been awakened.

Ten years ago, I didn't know you, and you didn't belong to me.

At the end of the song, Eason Chan patted Jiang Chen on the shoulder without saying anything, but the meaning was clear.

Jiang Chen nodded and saw him off off the stage, disappearing into the audience.

The concert is coming to an end.

Jiang Chen stood in the center of the stage, his clothes soaked with sweat and his hair a little messy, but his eyes were still bright.

He looked at the sea of ​​orange below the stage, like a farewell gaze.

"Before the last song, I'd like to ask you to do one thing."

He raised his hands, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

"Put the glow stick down."

The audience was stunned for a moment, but did as instructed.

The orange ocean gradually faded away.

"Take out your phone and turn on the flash."

Ten thousand people bowed their heads at the same time.

Ten thousand points of light illuminated the darkness.

Like an inverted starry sky.

"Does it look like a star?" he asked.

Someone in the audience shouted, "It looks just like it!"

"Does it look like a firefly?"

"picture!"

"Like you?" he laughed. "Scattered in different places, each shining in its own way, but when gathered together, you are a sea of ​​stars."

At this moment, the pitch-black venue has been filled with gentle white starlight.

The boundless sea of ​​stars swayed gently in the wind, a scene so romantic it took one's breath away.

The stage lights dimmed, and a spotlight shone steadily on Jiang Chen.

After a long period of silence, the entire band took to the stage, with the drummer, bassist, and keyboardist each in their positions.

Li Yitong quickly stepped forward, handed him a guitar, and helped him secure the strap.

"Tonight, I sang 'Unstoppable' to open the show. It was the sharp edge of youth, a surge of courage, and the determination to break through all doubts and prove myself."

"Along the way, some people said I was too young and too impatient, that I couldn't handle such a stage for tens of thousands of people. So at the beginning, I was full of vigor and wanted to tell everyone that I could do it, that I was unstoppable."

"But standing here now, looking at the entire galaxy you have lit up for me, I suddenly understand. Life is not just about the burning passion of being brilliant, but also about the ordinary moments of constant progress."

"All the ideals that shine brightly are ultimately rooted in the ordinary life. All the courage to brave the wind and waves must eventually return to the purity and peace of the heart."

"When we were young, we always wanted to cross mountains and seas and chase after brilliance. But after going through it all, we realized that the most enduring answer is to persevere in the ordinary and move forward steadily. The following song is dedicated to everyone on the road, and also to myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire audience fell silent, and countless viewers' eyes quietly reddened.

He looked up and nodded in the direction of the band.

The accompaniment begins.

"Wandering, on the road—"

Are you leaving? Via Via————

"Fragile, yet proud—"

"That was once what I looked like too—"

The audience was completely silent.

The flashes of light, like stars, twinkled silently in the darkness.

Swaying gently to his singing.

"Boiling, restless—"

"Where are you going, Via Via————"

"Mysterious, silent —"

"Are you really listening to the story? —"

He closed his eyes and slid his fingers across the strings.

The band gradually joined in, the drumbeats intensified, the bass deepened, and the guitar chords layered upon each other.

Like some kind of accumulating power, like some kind of calm about to erupt.

"I have crossed mountains and seas, and I have walked through crowds of people —"

Everything I once possessed vanished like smoke in the blink of an eye.

"I was once lost and disappointed, I lost all direction —"

"The only answer lies in seeing the ordinary."

After finishing a section of his song, he stopped and looked at the sea of ​​stars.

"This is the first time I'm singing this song for you."

"But next year, the year after, and every year thereafter—"

"I want to sing more new songs for you all."

"So, let's make a deal."

"Would you like to come again around this time next year?"

The audience was stunned for a moment, then erupted in cheers.

"good!!!"

"I'll definitely come!!!"

"I come every year!!!"

"Then it's settled."

"I have crossed mountains and seas, and I have walked through crowds of people —"

"I have asked the whole world, but I have never received an answer —"

"I'm just like you, like him, like the wild grass and wildflowers—"

"In the darkness, this is the only path I am destined to take—"

The flashes of light in the darkness were like a gentle response.

"The wind has blown, but the road is still long—"

Where did your story end?

As he sang his final song, his fingers rested on the strings, and his voice faded, like a farewell.

"That's where my story ends," he said.

"But your story continues."

"Thanks."

"I love you all."

He stood up, placed his guitar on the chair, and bowed deeply to the audience.

The concert ended at 11 p.m.

The original plan was to finish at 10 o'clock, which is two hours.

But the fans in the audience kept chanting for an encore.

"Jiang Chen! Jiang Chen! Jiang Chen!"

"One more song! One more song!"

He went back on stage again and again, singing "Anhe Bridge", "The Wind Rises", and "Evening Breeze and Youth".

Only when his throat became hoarse did the fans begin to feel sorry for him and gradually quiet down.

"Brother Chen, stop singing, your voice needs to be careful!"

"We'll come again next year!"

"Pinky promise! No going back on your word!"

He smiled, waved, and turned to disappear into the depths of the stage.

Backstage.

Jiang Chen was slumped on the sofa in the dressing room, and Li Yitong was feeding him water with a cup.

"Brother Chen, ah————"

Xu Yiruo walked in, holding a stack of papers: "The press releases are out. Twenty-three media outlets, all on their front page. Tomorrow—"

She paused, glanced at his expression, and said, "Get some rest tomorrow, and try not to talk too much today."

The door was pushed open.

Yang Mi walked in, followed by Liu Shishi and Tang Yan.

Congratulations!

She walked over to Jiang Chen and reached out to touch his forehead: "Is your throat alright?"

"fine."

"We're planning to go for drinks, do you want to come? Tangtang broke up with her boyfriend, I need to go comfort her."

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at Tang Yan.

The girl stood at the door, wearing a white sweater, her hair down, her eyes still a little red, but the way she looked at him—

I'm a little excited.

Somewhat excited.

What the hell?

This woman doesn't look heartbroken at all.

He nodded: "I'll make the arrangements. I haven't thanked the sisters for their support yet."

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