She seemed to be talking to him about her inner contradiction and struggle, hesitation and entanglement, and her reluctance to let go.
"I didn't expect that Diba could sing so well."
"Yeah, I've heard her sing this song before, but it didn't sound as good as this time."
"She used to be funny, but now she sings seriously. I didn't expect that she also has a talent for singing."
"This time she sang very seriously, and she sang with emotion."
"Singing is the same as acting. If you don't put your heart into it, it will be difficult to make the audience feel immersed. This time Diba put her heart into it."
…
Yang Mi and others whispered as they listened.
Ding Ning had mixed feelings in his heart. He somewhat regretted his impulsiveness, but he was also secretly delighted.
He could feel Diba's deep affection, and he could also feel her determination to sever her feelings. He could even feel the pain and entanglement that she couldn't bear to let go.
Now it was Ding Ning's turn to be confused. He couldn't tell what he felt about Diba. Was it love? It seemed to be a little bit short, but if it was friendship, it seemed to be much more than friendship.
They were more than friends, but not lovers. This was the most accurate position of their relationship.
At first, his love for Diba came from his appreciation of her purity, and he didn't have any love for her.
But when he accidentally saw her coming out of the bath, his pure 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, which added some other feelings to the appreciation that was no longer pure.
Even so, he didn't think that he would be with Diba until tonight, when Diba wanted to get him drunk, which made his heart suddenly ache. He pretended to be thirsty, grabbed the wine, and drank it for her without hesitation.
Perhaps because of his attention, Diba misunderstood something. Later, under the pretext of being drunk, she interlocked her fingers with him, snuggled on his shoulder, and pretended to sleep. At that moment, the impulse made him have a strong desire to possess her, so he kissed her secretly like a thief.
But at this moment, Ding Ning was really in a dilemma. If he said that he didn't want to marry Diba, he would definitely be deceiving himself. But he was worried that if he really fell in love with Diba, she would leave him because he had other women.
One had to know that although Diba was usually carefree and straightforward, she was a very serious and rational woman. Otherwise, she wouldn't have never been in a relationship at the age of 27.
Of course, it didn't mean that Song Ziyi wasn't serious about love, but Ding Ning had the biggest advantage in pursuing her, which was the fictional Ning Ding.
Song Ziyi was a woman who was filled with romantic love. When he appeared as Ning Ding and left his mark in her heart, she was already in his possession.
If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to use his real identity to woo her, Song Zi Yi would have already become a member of his harem.
The biggest difference between Diba and other women was that she would rather put in several times more effort and sweat than give up her desire for good food to maintain her figure. It could be seen that she was a tenacious woman who was always clear-headed about what she wanted to do and was able to make a decisive choice.
This kind of character was very precious, but for a scumbag like Ding Ning who had a huge harem, it meant that he could be eliminated from her life by Diba at any time.
That was why Ding Ning was in a dilemma and had a headache. He didn't know how to deal with this relationship.
He didn't want to be heartlessly abandoned by Diba after falling into this relationship because of the countless women he had.
Let nature take its course, or find a chance to tell her the truth.
Ding Ning really couldn't think of any good ideas, so he could only choose to escape and see how things developed in the future.
Diba got off the stage and quietly glanced at Ding Ning. Seeing that he didn't seem to understand the meaning of her song, his face was a little gloomy.
"Seven hundred and eighty-three flower baskets, each with a commission of fifty yuan. One song will net you nearly forty thousand yuan. Singing three songs a night will net you a hundred and twenty thousand yuan a day. Diba, you might as well quit acting and become a resident singer in a bar. This is no less than what you earn from acting."
Yang Mi teased with a smile.
"Well, as long as you are willing, I can consider it."
Diba collected his mood and responded with a smile.
"Hehe, that won't do. You are my baby. How can I let you go?"
Yang Mi chuckled and hugged Diba.
"If I were Sister Diba, I would stay here to sing and easily earn more than 100,000 yuan a night. What a good thing."
Guan Xiaotong teased with a smile.
"The rarer something is, the more valuable it is. If you really sing every day, the guests will be tired of listening to it one day."
Ouyang Poxiao felt a little sour in her heart. Among so many people, except for Tong Liya, she received the least flower baskets. Her words were sarcastic.
All the girls were older than her, so they wouldn't really care about her. They just laughed it off.
In fact, everyone was very clear that this was just a joke. Without the identity of a star, without years of exposure, how could a song receive so many flower baskets?
There were many resident singers who sang better than Diba, but no matter how good those people sang, it was useless without fame. It was already very good if they could receive dozens or hundreds of flower baskets with one song.
Even if they had the identity of a star, if they didn't expose themselves for a long time and sang in the bar to make money, they would soon disappear in the crowd.
The entertainment circle was a very realistic and cruel place. The speed of change was comparable to the speed of electronic products. As long as they didn't show themselves for a period of time, no matter how popular the stars were, their halos would fade and they would be forgotten by the public in the corner of their memories.
"Song Ziyi, my God, it's Song Ziyi."
"Song Ziyi, the Queen of Night. The boss of Weiyang Night is really awesome. He even invited the Queen of Night."
"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 boiled up and cheered thunderously. Whether it was men or women, old or young, their faces were flushed with excitement and they shouted at the top of their lungs.
Her popularity was so high that even Diba, who had just received more than 700 flower baskets, couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
"I wonder how many flower baskets Sister Ziyi can get. Looking at this situation, I reckon it won't be less than Sister Diba. This popularity is really incomparable."
Guan Xiaotong said with some envy.
"She's a professional singer. This is her home field. We can't compare."
Ouyang Poxiao's heart was even more sour, and he said with envy and jealousy.
"That's true. In terms of acting, we might not be worse than her, but in terms of singing, she's definitely several streets ahead of us."
Tong Liya also said with some jealousy.
As an artist, who didn't want to be the center of attention? Wherever they went, there would be countless fans welcoming them and going crazy for them. That sense of achievement and glory was incomparable to any profession.
To eat and drink to one's heart's content
To be lazy in the afternoon
To open a corner of memory during leisure time
To dig out the graduation album
To yellowed old photos
To record the innocent face
By the pond
Wooden guitar
To sing in a low voice
To say endless wanton ostentatiousness
On the playground
White sneakers
Unruly hair
To tell endless young frivolity
To smile shyly
Tightly pursed lips
Shyly ponytail
Under the setting sun
To print two lines
Slanting back
Disappearing into the distance
He was singing softly
Youth
This is an old song that you will never tire of
…
Song Ziyi stood on the stage with a guitar in her arms, like a literary young woman playing and singing by herself.
Her voice, which was like the sound of nature, was refreshing like a breeze blowing on one's face; it was also like the spring breeze and drizzle whispering in one's ear.
People listened quietly and couldn't help unfolding a picture of youth in their minds.
In the afternoon sun, a lazy woman opened the graduation album and looked at the yellowed photos. Her slender fingertips swept across the photos and finally fell on the face of a young man with a bright smile, opening the gate of memory.
At the age of the first awakening of love, there was a young man who would play the wooden guitar by the pond and hum a youthful ballad to attract the attention of a ponytail girl. He would sweat like rain on the basketball court, and his unruly long hair would float as he ran. When he saw his beloved girl cheering for him, he would suddenly become more and more energetic.
The shy young man and the shy girl walked side by side in the setting sun. Their shadows became longer and longer until they disappeared into the distance.
The woman withdrew her memory, and there was only endless melancholy and nostalgia left in her heart. She missed the young years that had passed.
Ding Ning was fascinated by her song and was inexplicably jealous. "Is she missing her first love?"
"Ziyi, when did you change to sing folk songs? But you sing really well. It reminds me of the things when I was in school. That kind of pure and utilitarian feeling is really pure and beautiful."
Yang Mi was immersed in that artistic conception and said with melancholy.
"Alas, really, how can you sing such a song? It makes me cry."
Tong Liya's eyes were red. She wiped away her tears and complained.
"Sister Liya, are you thinking of your first love?"
After all, Guan Xiaotong was young and in love. Although she was immersed in the beautiful song, she soon got rid of it and joked with a smile.
"Who hasn't been young?"
Tong Liya didn't admit or deny it. She scolded with a smile.
"It's quite nice. The rhythm, temperament, and tune are all great. It's easy to move the audience and make people immersed in it. I don't know if it's a new song created by sister Ziyi."
After all, Ouyang Poxiao studied music, so he gave a very pertinent professional evaluation.
"It should be. Anyway, I've never heard this song."
Diba thought for a while and praised with some envy, "Original singers are amazing. She deserves to be the Heavenly Queen.
"Ziyi, can you sing another song?"
"Goddess, I love you."
"Sister Ziyi, I'm your fan. Can you give me an autograph?"
"Sister Ziyi, can you take a picture with me?"
"Ziyi, Ziyi, 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 now, there was a tsunami of shouts coming from below the stage. Some screamed for autographs, some shouted for another song, and some shouted "I love you". There were even a few emotional fans who broke through the human wall and wanted to get close to Song Ziyi.
Fortunately, Liu Dali was loyal to his duty and stopped the impulsive fans. He tried to calm them down by persuading and threatening them.
"Today, I'm very happy to be able to come to Endless Night and see so many friends who like me. Here, I want to thank someone."
Song Ziyi picked up the microphone and said gracefully. There was a mischievous smile on her lips as she glanced at Ding Ning.
Ding Ning was immediately alarmed. He suddenly had a very bad premonition and felt that this girl was up to no good.
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