Chapter 1458

She seemed to be talking to him about her inner contradictions and struggles, hesitation and entanglement, and she couldn't bear to take it but couldn't let it go.

"I didn't expect Diba's song to sing so well."

"Yes, I've heard her sing this song before, but it doesn't seem to be as good as this one."

"She used to be funny, but now she sings seriously. Unexpectedly, she still has the talent to sing."

"This time she's singing very seriously and emotionally."

"Singing is like acting. If you don't get distracted, it's difficult for the audience to have a sense of substitution. This time Diba is distracted."

……

Yang Mi and others whispered while listening.

Ding Ning's heart is mixed, some regret his menglang, and some secretly rejoice.

He could feel deba's deep affection, her determination to cut off her love, and her entanglement and pain.

Now it's Ding Ning's turn to tangle. He can't tell what he feels about Diba. Is it love? It seems to be a little worse, but if it's friendship, it seems to be more than a lot.

More than friends and less than lovers are the most accurate positioning of their relationship.

The initial love for Diba came from the appreciation of her coming out of the mud without contamination, and was not contaminated with any feelings of men and women.

But when I accidentally caught her out of the bath, the simple appreciation was mixed with some other elements, but it was far from love.

Later, Diba pretended to cover for him as if nothing had happened, and added some other feelings to the appreciation that was no longer pure.

Even so, he didn't think about what he would do with Diba. Until tonight, Diba wanted to get drunk, which made his heart suddenly feel a little dull pain. He didn't hesitate to pretend to be thirsty and grab the wine to drink for her.

Perhaps because of his attention, Diba misunderstood something. Later, he leaned close to his shoulder and slept with his fingers through drinking. At that moment, the impulse made him gush out a strong desire for possession, so he kissed her like a thief.

But at the moment, Ding Ning is really tangled. If he doesn't want to marry Diba, it's definitely self deception. But he's worried that if he really has feelings with Diba, she will leave him because he has other women.

You know, although Diba is usually careless and straightforward, she is a very serious and rational woman, otherwise she won't be twenty-seven and has never been in love.

Of course, this does not mean that song Ziyi is not serious about feelings, but that Ding Ning occupies the greatest advantage in pursuing her, that is, the fictional Ning Ding.

Song Ziyi is a woman full of romantic love. When he appeared as Ning Ding and branded his mark on the bottom of her heart, she was already in his bag.

If he hadn't been furious with himself and wanted to catch up with her with his real identity, song Ziyi would have become a member of his harem at the moment.

The biggest difference between Diba and other women is that she would rather pay several times more hard work and sweat than ordinary people to maintain her figure every day than give up her appetite. It can be seen that she is a woman with tenacious character, always aware of what she wants to do, and can make a decisive choice.

This kind of character is very valuable, but for Ding Ning, the best scum man with Nuo's harem, it means that he may be passed out of her life by Diba at any time.

Therefore, Ding Ning is tangled and has a headache. He doesn't know how to deal with this feeling.

He didn't want to let himself fall into this relationship, but he was ruthlessly abandoned by Diba because of his countless beauties.

Let it be or find a chance to have a showdown with her.

Ding Ning really can't think of any good way. He can only choose to escape and see the future development.

Diba got off the stage and looked at Ding Ning quietly. He didn't seem to recognize the meaning of her song, and his face was a little sad.

"783 flower baskets, with a 50% commission for each flower basket, make a net profit of nearly 40000 yuan for one song. Singing three songs a night makes a net profit of 120000 yuan a day. Diba, don't make a movie at all. Just come to the bar and be a resident singer. It's no less than you earn from filming."

Yang Mi laughed and joked.

"Well, as long as you are willing, I can consider it."

Diba cleaned up his mood and replied with a smile.

"Hey, hey, that's not good. You're my baby. I'm not willing to let you go."

Yang Mi smiled and hugged Diba.

"If I were sister Di, I would stay here and sing. It's a good thing to earn more than 100000 yuan a night."

Guan Xiaotong said with a smile.

"Rare things are expensive. If you sing every day, guests will be bored one day."

Ouyang's heart was sour at dawn. So many people, except Tong Liya, counted the few flower baskets she collected, and said with a thorn in his words.

All the girls are older than her, and they don't really care about her, just laugh it off.

In fact, we all know that this is just a joke. Without the identity of a star and the exposure over the years, how can a song receive so many flower baskets?

There are many resident singers who sing better than didiba, but even if they sing better, they have no fame. It's good if they can collect dozens or hundreds of flower baskets for a song.

Even if you have the status of a star, if you don't expose it for a long time, but sing in the bar to make money, you will soon disappear from the public.

The entertainment industry is a very realistic and cruel place. The speed of renewal is comparable to the changing electronic products. As long as they don't appear for a period of time, the most popular stars will fade their aura and be forgotten by the public in the corner of memory.

"Song Ziyi, my God, it's song Ziyi."

"Tian Tian song Ziyi, the boss of Weiyang this night is so arrogant that even Tian Tian has been invited."

"My goddess, song Ziyi, I love you!"

"Purple, purple, I love you, just as mice love rice."

……

As soon as song Ziyi appeared on the stage, the whole audience was boiling and thundering with joy. No matter men, women and children, their faces were red with excitement and shouted hoarse.

Its popularity is so high that Diba, who has just won more than 700 flower baskets and is the leader, can't help being jealous.

"Sister Ziyi doesn't know how many flower baskets she can harvest. Looking at this posture, I don't think she will be less popular than sister di. It's really impossible to compare."

Guan Xiaotong said with some envy.

"She is a professional singer. This is her home. We can't compare."

Ouyang's heart was more sour at dawn and said with envy, jealousy and hatred.

"That's true. In terms of filming, we may not be worse than her, but in terms of singing, she definitely dumped us for several blocks."

Tong Liya also said with some taste.

As an artist, who doesn't want the attention of the public, there are countless fans everywhere, crazy about it, and the sense of achievement and glory is unmatched by any profession.

have dined and wined to satiety

Lazy Afternoon

Open the corner of memory in your spare time

Turn out the graduation album

Old yellow photos

Recording the innocent face

Pond side

Wooden guitar

Sing softly

Endless wanton publicity

Playground

White ball shoes

Unruly hair

Endless young frivolity

A shy smile

Tight lips

Shy ponytail

Under the setting sun

Print two lines

Oblique figure

Disappear into the distance

hear

He is singing softly

youth

This old song is never tired of hearing

……

Song Ziyi stood on the stage with a guitar in her arms, just like a literary and artistic young woman playing and singing by herself.

The sound like the sound of nature, like the breeze blowing on your face, is refreshing; Like the spring breeze and drizzle whispering in your ears.

People listen quietly and can't help unfolding a picture of youth in their minds.

In the afternoon sunshine, a lazy woman opened her graduation album and looked at the yellowing photos. Her slender fingertips crossed the photos and finally landed on a smiling young man's face, opening the gate of memory.

At the beginning of love, there was a young man who would play the wooden guitar and hum the songs of youth by the pond to attract the attention of the girl with ponytail; Sweat like rain on the court, uninhibited long hair flowing with running. Seeing the beloved girl cheering on the side, she suddenly became more and more elated.

Shy teenagers and shy girls walked side by side in the sunset. The two figures grew longer and longer until they disappeared into the distance.

Women take back their memories, leaving only endless melancholy and remembrance in their hearts, missing the passing green years.

Like a song, like a poem, it is fascinating. Ding Ning is fascinated by it, but she is inexplicably jealous. Is she missing her first love?

"Ziyi, when did you change to singing folk songs? However, it's very good. It reminds me of the things I used to do at school. That kind of simple without any utilitarian feelings is really pure and beautiful."

Yang Mi was immersed in that artistic conception and said melancholy.

"Oh, really, how can I sing such a song? It made me cry."

Tong Liya's eyes were red, wiped her tears and complained.

"Sister Liya thinks of her first lover?"

Guan Xiaotong was young after all and was in love. Although he was immersed in a beautiful song, he quickly got rid of it and joked with a smile.

"Who hasn't been young!"

Tong Liya neither admitted nor denied it, and said with a smile and scold.

"It's very nice. The rhythm, rhythm and melody are great. It's easy to impress the audience and immerse people. I don't know if it's a new song created by sister Ziyi."

Ouyang Breaking Dawn, after all, studied music and gave a very pertinent professional evaluation.

"I think so. I've never heard this song anyway."

Diba was thoughtful and envious and said, "the original singer is powerful. He is worthy of being a diva.

"Ziyi, how about another one?"

"Goddess, I love you."

"Sister Ziyi, I'm your fan. Can you sign for me?"

"Sister purple, can you take a picture with me?"

"Purple purple I love you!"

"I love you like a mouse loves rice."

……

It seems that the audience were immersed in Song Ziyi's song. Until now, the audience didn't shout like a mountain and tsunami. Some screamed for signature, some shouted for another song, some shouted I love you, and even several emotional fans broke through the wall to get in close contact with song Ziyi.

Fortunately, Liu energetically devoted himself to his duty and stubbornly stopped those impulsive fans. He even said with persuasion and intimidation to calm their emotions.

"Today, I am very happy to come to yeweiyang and see so many friends who like me. I want to thank someone here."

Song Ziyi picked up the microphone and said gracefully. With a narrow smile on her lips, she glanced at Ding Ning's position.

Ding Ning's heart suddenly sounded the alarm bell, and suddenly gave birth to a very bad premonition. He always felt that the girl had bad intentions.

Sure enough, the next moment, Song Ziyi said, "this man is my friend. Without him, we wouldn't come to the center of the night, spend such a beautiful night, and don't know so many friends present. Therefore, I'd like to invite my friend to sing a song on the stage as a thank you. I'll sing another song for you later. Let's say whether it's good or not!"