After Chen Ziang and Guan Tongtong traveled in Youzhou for two days, they took the train south, but he did not return to Lin'an directly, but went to Songjiang Mansion.

The last attempt of the drama director major also came.

After running Songjiang Mansion, he ran to Jinling again.

In the end, I went home.

Finally, I can go to school, code, earn money, and do what I want.

The art examinations of the three art schools have all ended.

"I'm back!"

Chen Ziang, who got off the train and walked out of the railway station square, couldn't help but want to yell.

In the past half a month, running back and forth to the north and south so many times, Rao is in his youth, full of energy, and a little tired.

In addition to the preparation for the professional art exam, he also has to take care of the study of cultural classes, coding words, and sometimes he is really tired.

Walk out of the square and take the bus home.

As he got off the bus, he heard a familiar singing voice in his ears.

"Huh?" Chen Ziang was pleasantly surprised to hear his own song on the street.

From a school.

He stopped, leaning his upper body against the billboard at the bus stop.

"The story of flowing water that takes away time,

changed a person,

Just in that sentimentality,

And the youth who waited for the first time.

……”

It's "The Story of Time", although the quality of the song recorded in the studio is not very good, but people can't feel it when it is played out by ordinary speakers.

Chen Ziang listened to it with a smile, and the song he recorded more than a month ago finally appeared.

The Lin'an Great Power has come into play!

Perhaps, I recommended these two songs to book friends in "Breaking the Sky" and "Smiling Proud Jianghu", which also played a great role.

After "The Story of Time" was played, it was actually "Middle School Days".

The smile on Chen Ziang's face was even stronger.

When the school plays, the sound is very loud, not only can be heard by the students on the whole campus, but also in the nearby residential buildings, office buildings, and streets.

The school is so domineering, the radio room after school plays music casually, and loudspeakers are installed everywhere on the campus, facing north and south, facing the sky and the ground, and working hard to be unrestrained, who dares to say that it disturbs the people.

It's only been a week, and the spread is so widespread, Chen Ziang is very pleased.

He completely relied on himself and the ordinary people around him to push these two songs out.

Of course, their quality is also really good, and they will be accepted by the public as soon as they are pushed, as long as they are people who love music and don't hate music, no one will refuse.

These two songs are not niche songs, and Lin'an Daneng is an account that cannot be ignored in the Weibo industry.

The total number of collectors of "Breaking the Sky" and "Smiling Proud Jianghu" can also be more than 200,000, and there are even more pirated copies.

Seeing Chen Ziang's recommendation in the book, many readers hurriedly went to Lin'an Daneng to listen to it, and there were few who didn't like these two songs.

"What's the name of this song, it's really good. At this time, two girls next to Chen Ziang came over and waited for the bus on the platform, and one of the girls asked his companion curiously.

"I don't know, I've heard a lot in the past two days, I went back to check on the Internet, and I should be able to find out what song it is based on the lyrics. ”

"Oh, listen to the lyrics, it's about the memories of the campus, so nostalgic for the time when I was in school. ”

The two girls chatted.

The sunset on the horizon was about to sink, and seeing that "Middle School Days" was about to finish, Chen Ziang dragged his suitcase and said to the two girls: "This song is called "Middle School Days", I sang it, haha." ”

After saying that, he dragged his suitcase, walked away in style, and went home.

The two girls were left looking at his back in place, looking suspicious.

"Middle School Days?"

"He sang?"

The two girls were at a loss.

In the community, Chen Ziang was not in a hurry to go upstairs, but put the box at his feet, put the backpack next to him, sat on a chair, turned on his mobile phone, and logged in to the music network where he and Lin'an Daneng recommended the song download.

He's been busy these days, and he hasn't even looked at how the number of downloads is now.

His account has its own background, and you can see information such as the number of downloads.

As for the monthly ones, how to calculate the money for him, he doesn't understand.

Anyway, the music network can give as much as he likes, he can't see it in the background, and he can't find it out.

However, he knows that the music network is even more crazy about the average singer, either three or seven points, or six or four points, which is even more terrifying than the online literature circle.

For ordinary writers in the online literature circle, the website and their novels are still subscribed fifty-fifty.

"More than 80,000 downloads!"

Seeing this amount, Chen Ziang was taken aback.

This is the number of downloads of "The Story of Time".

Meaning: This song has been downloaded more than 80,000 times on this site.

Of course, not every download costs money.

Some users can download multiple times once they pay, and they don't have to spend any more money.

"Listen, more than 55 million people!"

Seeing the amount of auditions, Chen Ziang was even more excited.

It shows that there are many people who like to listen to this song, and the trial of this website is free, and listening to it once counts as one person.

It is precisely because this website can listen to the whole song for free that Chen Ziang asked Lin'an Daneng to put a link to this website.

His goal is not to make money with these two songs, but to make a name for himself.

Some people don't want to spend money to download, so it's okay, just open this music network and listen to it all the time, you can't turn it off, you can't listen to it once you turn it off.

At this time, Chen Ziang relaxed.

Ever since he set his goal, he has been on a tight edge.

I'm afraid that I will fail to make my debut on my own.

Now it seems that the effect has exceeded expectations.

It's gold, it's glowing, but in the dust, no one will see it.

Fortunately, he worked hard to code the words, and the Lin'an Daneng that he worked hard to supply played a huge role.

"Breaking the Sky" and "Smiling Proud Jianghu" have also gathered almost one million fans, as long as some of them listen to it and spread it, one to ten, ten to hundred, the effect is very amazing.

If the song is popular, it will be easier to do things in the future.

Chan expects musicians to start noticing him.

But obviously, they don't know him yet, and there is no channel to contact him.

Looking at the data of "Middle School Days" again, Chen Ziang laughed.

Then, he put away his phone, and he didn't bother to count the money from the song download.

His purpose was not to make money selling songs in the first place.

"Baby, ouch, my baby. When Chen Ziang came home, his mother had already come back from work to buy vegetables, and when she saw that he was very rare, he ran out of the kitchen, his hands were still wet, so he held his face and looked left and right.

"It's cold. Chen Ziang's face was bitter, and his mother's hands were cold.

"Oops. Shi Jia hurriedly wiped his hands again and used his sleeves to help his son wipe his face.

"Mom, I'll sing you a song. Chen Ziang was in an unusually good mood, carrying a bag into the room, and Shi Jia helped him drag the box in the back.

"Ouch, how long has it been since the baby sang to her mother?" Shi Jia took off her apron, her face full of excitement.

Chen Ziang didn't pack his things first, threw his bag on the chair, and took off the guitar from the wall.

"Spring flowers bloom autumn wind,

and the setting sun in winter

……”

Chen Ziang sat on the bed, stepped on the chair, played and sang to himself, and looked intoxicated.

Shi Jia sat opposite Chen Ziang, looking at his son, also intoxicated.