Diba bit her lips, with tears glistening in her eyes. She sang this song for Ding Ning, so she could empathize with him more. The strong feelings hidden between the lines made her heart ache like needles. In the end, she couldn't hold back her tears.
Yang Mi just got married not long ago. Although she had always been very open-minded and cheerful and could face it with a normal heart, this song still easily tore open her wound and hit the most vulnerable sensitive point in her heart. Leaning on Tong Liya's shoulder, she had already been sobbing.
Guan Xiaotong was in the sweet phase of love, but she still felt uncomfortable in her heart. She rubbed her red eyes and muttered, "Brother Ning is so annoying. Why does his singing make me so sad?"
"This is his true strength. From the moment he pointed out my mistakes, I knew he was definitely not an ordinary person. It's amazing. I just don't know how he's going to imitate my cello later."
Ouyang Poxiao stared straight at Ding Ning and kept praising him. His eyes sparkled with expectation.
As a professional musician, she naturally knew how influential music was, but she was not immersed in the artistic conception of the song. Although Ding Ning had shown a miracle, she still did not think that Ding Ning could imitate her cello solo.
She was quite conceited about her attainments in the cello. She thought that even if Ding Ning happened to know how to play the cello, she did not believe that he could replicate it perfectly.
One had to know that playing a musical instrument and singing were two completely different things. With a good voice and certain singing skills, coupled with good luck, one might become a popular singer. However, there were no shortcuts to playing a musical instrument. It required a certain amount of talent and years of continuous and persistent practice to be able to achieve success.
Even a diva like Song Ziyi could only master one or two musical instruments at most. She didn't believe that Ding Ning had learned the cello so coincidentally.
But in the end, after Ding Ning perfectly copied Yang Mi's "Love's Offering", he took the cello that Song Dong asked someone to deliver to him. He pretended to be playing the guitar and played the song "Bred" that she had played before.
dina
vida
The performance of "Vingar" was done incisively and flawlessly.
Ouyang Poxiao's small mouth turned into an O shape in astonishment, which made her start to doubt her life. She wondered if she had lived the previous 19 years in vain. She had actually lost in the aspect that she had always been proud of.
Ding Ning's performance had completely shattered the last bit of pride in her heart, and she was sincerely convinced.
To eat and drink to one's heart's content
A languid afternoon
Open the corner of memory in leisure time
I dug out the graduation album.
A yellowed old photograph
Recording the face of innocence
By the pond
Acoustic guitar
Sing in a low voice
Endless Wanton and Ostentatious
…
When Ding Ning strummed the guitar and began to sing the ballad named by Song Ziyi as "Old Photos", the atmosphere in the bar reached a new high.
Humming along with the music, it was almost comparable to a concert.
Ding Ning didn't sing the ballad in its original form. Instead, he divided the ballad into two parts. The female part was Song Ziyi's voice, while the male part was his original voice.
What made Song Ziyi almost collapse was that this guy changed her song at will and made some slight changes to the melody and some syllables that she had carefully created. He didn't respect her copyright at all.
Although those changes were very subtle and ordinary people couldn't hear them, as an original, she couldn't escape her ears. However, she had to admit that the song after the changes became catchier, more reasonable and beautiful.
Ding Ning had always liked this kind of expression of folk songs, which expressed what he wanted to express in the way of pouring out. It was like a lover whispering in his ear, or like a trickle of water flowing slowly, which made him feel very comfortable and easily immersed in it.
At the end of the song, people were still immersed in the beautiful memories of youth, and the bar fell into a dead silence again.
Ding Ning bowed slightly and was about to step off the stage. Song Ziyi suddenly came to her senses, picked up the microphone and said loudly, "Everyone, do you think my friend sang well?"
"Good!"
Sparse cheers rang out.
But then more and more people came to their senses and roared like thunder, "Good! That's great! "
Then came the thunderous applause, and countless people shouted, "Handsome, we haven't heard enough. Give us one more song."
"One song is not enough. Give us a few more."
"Handsome, can you tell us your name?"
"From today on, I'm your hardcore fan."
"Me too, I want to be your hardcore fan. Handsome, tell us your name."
"Yes, what's your name? We want to be your fans. "
…
Listening to the shouts of the audience, Ding Ning, who had been a little disappointed, suddenly became excited. He was so happy that he felt like he was about to fly. He felt comfortable all over, as if every cell in his body was cheering.
At this moment, he suddenly understood why Ye Huan and her sister wanted to be stars so much. People were social animals, and everyone hoped to be recognized and loved by more people, which would satisfy their vanity to the greatest extent and give them an unparalleled sense of achievement.
The feeling of being recognized, loved, and welcomed by others could delight anyone physically and mentally. This was the "name" in the two words of fame and profit that no one could avoid in the secular world.
Fame and profit were twins, and they were connected by blood. Being famous would naturally lead to profit, and on the contrary, being beneficial would naturally lead to fame.
But if you wanted to gain both fame and profit, you had to "manage". If you managed it well, a bad reputation could become a good one; if you didn't manage it well, a good reputation would become a bad one.
A good reputation would make profits easier, while a bad reputation might make profits abandon you. Therefore, "public opinion", a derivative of management, appeared.
The relationship between husband and wife needed to be managed; the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law needed to be managed; the relationship between leaders and subordinates needed to be managed; the relationship between businessmen and business partners needed to be managed; the relationship between teachers and students needed to be managed; the relationship between the government and investors needed to be managed; the relationship between artists and companies needed to be managed; the relationship between stars and fans needed to be managed …
In conclusion, whether it was family, career, love, or people's daily life, they were all inseparable from management.
Therefore, management was also an important part of the composition of the world, but it was different from the basic structures of the five elements, yin, yang, light, and darkness. It was one of the essential elements that could not be seen or touched, but really existed in all living beings.
At this moment, Ding Ning seemed to have explored the secret of the composition of the world again, and he fell into an inexplicable epiphany. His wounded spirit began to repair itself. Although the speed was so slow that it was almost undetectable, it was enough to make him overjoyed.
It should be noted that after his spirit was wounded, apart from having sex with the Fairy of Ninth Heaven and refining star force in the willpower space, which could slightly restore his spirit, even the Earth-level elixir, the Spirit-recovering Elixir, had little effect on his spirit, which made him feel extremely depressed.
He was not an expert in the Holy Martial Arts Realm. Logically, Earth-level elixirs should have a strong curative effect on his realm, but he had taken Spirit-recovering Elixirs as if they were his meals, which did not help much in the recovery of his spirit.
He had also thought about the reason. Perhaps it was because his cultivation realm was relatively special. His body was at the peak of the Holy Martial Arts Realm, his cultivation was at the peak of the God Martial Arts Realm, and he had seven unprecedented Martial Souls, which put him in a very special realm, so Earth-level elixirs did not work on him.
The Heaven-level elixirs were for the experts in the God Realm. Unfortunately, with his current level of alchemy, although he could already refine some low-level Heaven-level elixirs, the elixirs that had an effect on the spirit were all high-level Heaven-level elixirs without exception, and he could not refine them now.
He really had treasures, but he could not dig them out, which made him very aggrieved. Therefore, after realizing that the reputation value could speed up the healing of the spirit, he was ecstatic.
However, why did the reputation value have an effect on the healing of the spirit?
Ding Ning suddenly remembered that both the Mermaid and Susu had said that they needed a lot of reputation value, and the reputation value could help them speed up the fusion of the spirit, but he had never experienced it himself.
He did not expect that at this moment, he really felt the effect of the reputation value on the spirit. Although he did not understand the principle, he thought it must be related to the power of faith.
This discovery made him change his mind temporarily. He decided not to hide his name anymore, and to show off again to gain more reputation value.
"I am a doctor. Today I just came to the bar with a few friends to play, and they forced me to perform on the stage. I am very happy to be liked by everyone."
All the thoughts just flashed in an instant. Ding Ning quickly came to himself, picked up the microphone, and said with a smile.
"Ding Ning? The Little Miracle-working Doctor Ding Ning? "
It had to be said that Ding Ning was very famous. Although not many people had seen him, many people still knew his name.
"The Little Miracle-working Doctor Ding Ning, is he famous? Why haven't I heard of him? "
There were also many people who did not pay attention to medicine, and they were at a loss.
"The Little Miracle-working Doctor is a medical expert who invented the traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia. At a young age, he became a special professor of Ninghai University and also served as the dean of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine Anesthesia. If you haven't heard of him, you are too ignorant."
Someone said in a boastful tone.
"What? The traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia? A relative of mine used the traditional Chinese medicine anesthesia when he had an operation some time ago. After he was discharged from the hospital, he praised it, saying that it was countless times better than anesthetics and had no side effects. I didn't expect it to be invented by him. "
The man was shocked, and his eyes lit up. He looked at Ding Ning excitedly. "Oh my God, a medical professor and the dean of the College of Anesthesia. How old is he? It seems that he is about the same age as us. "
"Yes, he is the pride of our Ninghai University and also my most admired senior, but he is so low-key that I have never had a chance to see him. I didn't expect to see him here today and have the honor to see his magical performance. I am so happy. Fortunately, I have filmed his performance just now, and I will post it on Weibo."
A girl's eyes were full of stars. She excitedly picked up her mobile phone and posted the filmed video on Weibo. The title was very long, "The Little Miracle-working Doctor of Ninghai is versatile, and his super imitation show shocked everyone."
At the same time, many other bar guests also did the same thing. "The Other Unknown Side of the Little Miracle-working Doctor of Ninghai", "The Untold Story of the Little Miracle-working Doctor of Ninghai and the Heavenly Queen", "The Red Star Appears in the Endless Night Bar, and the Little Miracle-working Doctor's Skills Amaze Everyone", "The Magic Performance of the Little Miracle-working Doctor in the Folk" …
Numerous titles appeared in the air, attracting more people's attention. In a short time, there were countless clicks, and countless people reposted it crazily, setting off a frenzy on the Internet.
Ding Ning's official BBS was even more noisy. The fan support group expressed strong protests and complained that Ding Ning was too mean. He didn't tell them that he was going to perform on the stage, so that they couldn't see the elegance of their idol with their own eyes, and had to know it through other people's Weibo. How could they, as die-hard fans, bear it?
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