Medical Sovereign

She seemed to be confiding to him, her inner conflicts and struggles, hesitation and entanglement, the reluctance to take it but not let it go.

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

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

"She used to be funny, but now she sings seriously. I didn't expect that she has a talent for singing."

"This time she is singing very seriously, singing with emotion."

"Singing is the same as acting. If you don't care about it, it's hard for the audience to have a sense of substitution. This time, Diba has lost his mind."

...

Yang Mi and others whispered while listening.

Ding Ning had mixed feelings in his heart, some regretted his own Meng Lang, and some secretly rejoiced.

He could feel Diba's deep affection, his determination to cut off her love, and even more the entanglement and pain she couldn't bear to let go of.

Now it's Ding Ning's turn to be entangled. He can't tell how he feels about Diba. Is it love? It seems to be a little short, but if it is friendship, it seems to exceed a lot.

More than friends, less than lovers, is the most accurate positioning of their relationship.

At first, my love for Diba stemmed from my appreciation of her unstainedness, without any affection between men and women.

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

Later, Diba pretended to cover him as if nothing had happened, adding some other emotions to the no longer pure appreciation.

Even so, he never thought about what would happen to Diba, until tonight, when Diba wanted to get himself drunk, he suddenly felt a little pain in his heart, so he pretended to be thirsty and took the wine instead without hesitation. She drank it.

Perhaps it was because of his attention that Diba misunderstood something. Later, he interlocked his fingers with him through alcohol, and snuggled up to his shoulder to doze off. Kissed her like a thief.

But at this moment, Ding Ning was really entangled. If he said that he didn't want to marry Diba, he would be deceiving himself, but he was worried that if he really had feelings for Diba, she would leave him because he had other women.

You must know that although Diba is usually very carefree and straightforward, she is a very serious and extremely rational woman, otherwise she would not be twenty-seven, and she has never been in love.

Of course, this is not to say that Song Ziyi is not serious about feelings, but that Ding Ning has the greatest advantage in pursuing her, that is the fictional Ning Ding.

Song Ziyi is a woman full of romance and love in her bones. When he appeared as Ning Ding and imprinted his mark on her heart, she was already in his pocket.

If he hadn't been so aggressive with himself and wanted to use his real identity to catch up with her, Song Ziyi would have already become a member of his harem by now.

The biggest difference between Diba and other women is that she would rather put in several times more hard work and sweat than ordinary people every day to keep her figure and never give up her appetite. It can be seen that she is a tough character, A woman who is always sober and knows what she wants to do, and can make decisive choices.

This kind of personality is very precious, but for Ding Ning, a top-notch scumbag with a big harem, it means that he may be passed out of her life by Diba at any time.

That's why Ding Ning was entangled and had a headache, not knowing how to deal with this feeling.

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

Let nature take its course or find a chance to showdown with her.

Ding Ning really couldn't think of a good solution, so he could only choose to escape, and we'll see what happens in the future.

Diba stepped down from the stage, glanced at Ding Ning quietly, and saw that he didn't seem to understand the meaning of her song, and his face was a little sad.

"Seven hundred and eighty-three flower baskets, a commission of 50 for each flower basket, a net profit of nearly 40,000 yuan for one song, and a net profit of 120,000 yuan a day for singing three songs in one night, Diba, why don't you stop filming, Just come to the bar and become a resident singer, this is no less than what you earn from filming."

Yang Mi joked with a smile.

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

Diba calmed down and responded with a smile.

"Hey, that's not okay, you are my baby, I'm not willing to let you go."

Yang Mi smiled lightly and put her arms around Diba.

"If I were Sister Di, I would stay here to sing and earn hundreds of thousands of dollars easily in one night. What a wonderful thing."

Guan Xiaotong said with a smile.

"Scarcity is the most precious thing. If you really sing it every day, the guests will get tired of listening to it one day."

Ouyang Lixiao felt a little sour in her heart, there were so many people, except for Tong Liya, she only received few flower baskets, and said in a barbed voice.

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

In fact, everyone knew very well that this was just a joke. Without the status of a celebrity and years of exposure, how could a song receive so many flower baskets?

There are many resident singers who can sing better than Diba, but no matter how good those singers are, it's useless if they don't have a reputation. A song can receive dozens or hundreds of flower baskets, which is considered pretty good.

Even if he has the status of a star, if he does not expose for a long time, but makes money by singing in bars, he will soon disappear from everyone.

The entertainment industry is a very realistic and cruel place. The speed of updating is comparable to that of electronic products that are changing with each passing day. As long as they don't show up for a period of time, even the most popular stars will lose their aura and be forgotten by the public in the corner of memory.

"Song Ziyi, my God, it turned out to be Song Ziyi."

"The Queen of Heaven, Song Ziyi, Ye Weiyang's boss is so awesome that he even invited the Queen of Heaven."

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

"Ziyi, Ziyi, I love you like a mouse loves rice."

...

As soon as Song Ziyi appeared on the stage, the audience immediately erupted with cheers. No matter men, women, or children, their faces flushed with excitement, and they shouted hoarsely.

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

"Sister Ziyi doesn't know how many flower baskets she can harvest. Judging by her posture, I don't think she will be less than Sister Di. This popularity is really incomparable."

Guan Xiaotong said with some envy.

"She is a professional singer, this is her home stadium, we are incomparable."

Ouyang Lixiao felt even more sour, and said with envy and hatred.

"That's true, we may not be inferior to her in terms of filming, but in terms of singing, she definitely beats us by several blocks."

Tong Liya also said with some taste.

As an artist, who doesn't want to be the center of attention, and wherever he goes, there are countless fans who line the road and are crazy about it. The sense of accomplishment and honor is unmatched by any profession.

satiated

lazy afternoon

Open the corner of memory in your spare time

Pull out the graduation photo album

yellowed old photos

Recording the pure face

by the pond

wooden guitar

Shout out

Endless wanton publicity

playground

white sneakers

unruly hair

endless complaints about youth and frivolity

shy smile

pursed lips

shy ponytail

under the sunset

print two lines

slanted back

disappear into the distance

he is singing softly

youth

this old song

...

Song Ziyi stood on the stage holding a guitar, like a young literary girl playing and singing by herself.

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

People listened quietly, and couldn't help unfolding a picture of youth in their minds.

In the afternoon sun, a lazy woman opened her graduation album and looked at the yellowed photos. Her slender fingertips slid across the photos, and finally landed on the face of a young man with a bright smile, opening the gate of memory.

At the age of the beginning of love, there was a boy who would play the acoustic guitar by the pond and hum songs of youth to attract the attention of girls with ponytails; Seeing the girl he loves cheering and cheering from the sidelines, he immediately became more energetic.

The shy boy and the shy girl walked side by side under the setting sun, and the two figures became longer and longer until they disappeared into the distance.

The woman withdrew her memory, leaving only endless melancholy and nostalgia in her heart, thinking about the green years that had passed away.

Songs are like poems, fascinating, Ding Ning was fascinated by it, but inexplicably jealous in her heart, is she missing her first love?

"Ziyi, when did you change to folk songs? However, she sang really well. It reminded me of what happened when I was in school. The pure and utilitarian feelings are really pure and beautiful."

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

"Hey, really, how can you sing such a song, it made me cry."

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

"Sister Liya, do you think of your first love?"

After all, Guan Xiaotong was young and in love. Although she was immersed in the beautiful singing, she quickly got rid of it and joked with a smile.

"Who hasn't had a young age yet!"

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

"It's very nice. The rhythm, rhythm, and tune are all great. It is easy to impress the audience and immerse them in it. I don't know if it is a new song created by Sister Ziyi."

Ouyang Lixiao is a music student after all, so he gave a very pertinent professional evaluation.

"It should be, anyway, I have never heard this song."

Diba was thoughtful, and praised with some envy: "The original singer is amazing, he is indeed a queen.

"Zi Yi, would you like to play another song?"

"Goddess, I love you."

"Sister Ziyi, I'm your fan, can you sign me?"

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

"Purple Clothes, Purple Clothes, I love you!"

"Ziyi Ziyi, I love you like a mouse loves rice."

...

It seemed that the audience was immersed in Song Ziyi's singing. Until this moment, there was a tsunami of shouts from the audience. Some screamed for autographs, some shouted for another song, and some shouted "I'm here!" I love you, and even a few emotional fans broke into the wall, wanting to get in close contact with Song Ziyi.

Fortunately, Liu Dali devoted himself to his duties, stopped those impulsive fans abruptly, even talked, persuaded and threatened them to calm down their emotions.

"Today, I am very happy to be able to come to Yeweiyang and see so many friends who like me. Here, I want to thank one person."

Song Ziyi picked up the microphone and said in a calm and generous manner, with a narrow smile on the corner of his lips, he glanced at Ding Ning's position.

Ding Ning's heart suddenly rang the alarm bell, and suddenly he had a very bad premonition, always feeling that this girl had bad intentions.

Sure enough, the next moment, Song Ziyi said: "This person is my friend. Without him, we would not have come to Yeweiyang today, nor would we have spent such a beautiful night, and we would not have known so many people present. Many friends, so I would like to invite my friend to sing a song on stage, as a thank you, I will sing another song for you later, please say yes!"