Although Diba did not believe it from the bottom of his heart, whether it was the imitation show, the dolphin sound, the pill that could not make her fat no matter how much she ate, or the magical facial mask that could change her face …
Ding Ning had brought her too many inconceivable things. So, when she heard her best friend's words, she did not immediately express her opinion, but subconsciously looked at Ding Ning. When she saw the confident look on his face, she inexplicably believed his words.
This man was shrouded in layers of mist. Every time they met, it was as if a veil was lifted in front of her, revealing the tip of his mysterious iceberg. It filled her with the desire to explore, wanting to see his true face.
He was like a thick book full of content that needed a lifetime to slowly understand.
Diba suddenly smiled. His smile was full of expectation and unparalleled trust. He said firmly, "Although it is very unimaginable, I believe what he said."
"It is said that women in love have zero IQ. It is indeed true. He is obviously bragging, and you believe it? I really admire you! "
Xilin rolled her eyes and said speechlessly with an expression of despair.
"As long as it is what he said, I believe it. He has never let me down."
Diba did not explain in detail the miracles Ding Ning had created, and said very calmly and firmly.
Ding Ning looked at her in a daze. Suddenly, an indescribable and strange tenderness surged in his heart. In this world, what could be more touching than a woman who so firmly and persistently believed in a man?
"Oh my god, crazy, really crazy, a pair of lunatics."
Xilin rubbed her temples with a headache and muttered with an exaggerated expression.
"Am I right? You never let me down, right?"
Diba ignored her exaggerated performance and turned to look at Ding Ning. His eyes were full of expectation and heavy trust.
"Of course!"
Ding Ning's fighting spirit was high as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He subconsciously straightened his chest and solemnly promised.
Previously, he had planned to just casually play a song to outperform Li Mingrui. But now, in the face of the expectations of a beautiful woman, he felt that he should show more strength and perform better. Otherwise, he would be letting down the country, the people, and … his wife.
Diba smiled sweetly at him. She didn't care how good Ding Ning's performance was, but every girl wanted to compare with others, and she was no exception.
Although she and Xilin were best friends, the closer they were friends, the more competitive they would be. No one wanted to let others think that their boyfriend was a flashy guy who only knew how to brag.
This was not because she was vain, but because of her pride. She had always been a very competitive person. Although she would not easily be jealous of others, she did not want the person she liked to be criticized. This was a very subtle psychological state. It was hard to describe, but it was wonderful.
"You make it sound like it's real. I'll wait and see then."
Xilin pursed her lips, feeling speechless at her best friend's unprincipled defense of Ding Ning, and said with a mocking face.
"Then wait and see the miracle."
Diba seemed to be more confident than Ding Ning. Her face was shining, and she said confidently.
Ding Ning shrugged his shoulders and smiled freely. How could he let the beauty down when she was indebted to him?
He didn't listen to Li Mingrui's music that amazed everyone. Instead, he closed his eyes and tapped the table with his fingers unconsciously.
Tock, tock, tock!
The sound of tapping on the table was so light that no one would notice it at all. Only Diba, who had been watching him, noticed it.
At first, she didn't pay much attention to it. She thought that Ding Ning was thinking about what to play next.
What song would amaze the world with?
But soon, her face changed. She widened her eyes in horror and stared at Ding Ning's seemingly irregular fingers absentmindedly.
This was because she realized that with the tapping of his fingers, the seemingly irregular tapping sound was like a giant hammer pounding on her heart, causing her heart to jump uncontrollably along with the tapping of his fingers.
It was as if the knocking had some kind of bewitching power that made her feel like she was in the middle of a battlefield. Magnificent scenes of war unfolded in her mind.
The two armies confronted each other, swords like a forest, spears like rain. The enemy was strong and we were few.
The warriors wore ancient armor and rode on wolf-like mounts. In the sound of ancient horns, they raised their cold scimitars and followed behind a knight riding a red-furred monster. With a fierce and resolute fighting spirit, they fearlessly charged at the enemy, who outnumbered them countless times.
Like a gurgling stream facing the vast and endless sea, or like a moth flying into a fire, Diba's heart suddenly tightened. He felt deeply worried for the wolf-riding warriors.
Dong, dong, dong!
The earth-shattering sound of war drums sounded. The scene suddenly changed. The figures gradually became blurred, and only the earth-shaking sounds of fighting resounded through the sky.
Diba felt lost. He didn't know what happened to the brave wolf-riding warriors. Could they defeat the enemies who far outnumbered them?
There was also the knight riding the red-furred monster. He was at the front, so the pressure on him was undoubtedly the greatest. Would he die? Was the war won or lost?
These questions were like a suspense film, making her heart itch like a cat scratching it. She couldn't wait to know the answer.
But after all, these were only fragments of notes that Ding Ning had unconsciously tapped. Those scenes were also fragmented and could not be pieced together, which made her feel lost.
She wanted to ask several times, but seeing that Ding Ning was immersed in thought, she chose to suppress her curiosity and did not disturb him.
But because of this, she was even more full of expectations for the song that Ding Ning was about to play. If he could really compose this song, then it was not impossible to surpass Chopin.
Compose?
Diba was suddenly shocked, and her pupils suddenly contracted violently. She looked in disbelief at Ding Ning, who was still immersed in thought with his eyes closed. Her heart was in turmoil, and even her breathing became rapid.
The creation of a piano piece was not a joke. It was not as simple as the creation of a song. It covered too many disciplines, such as music theory, visual and ear training, harmony, musical form, polyphony, analysis of musical works, and so on. But these were only the foundation of the creation of a piano piece. It also required talent, comprehension, inspiration, experience, life comprehension, and other factors. The difficulty could be imagined.
Diba had learned piano since she was a child, and her theoretical foundation was quite solid. But she had never dared to think about composing a piano song. After all, it was not something that could be created in a flash. It required enough knowledge and the precipitation of time, and then repeated careful carving. Finally, it could reach the level where it could resonate with people's souls. Only then would it have a chance to be listed as a famous song.
But what did she see now? Ding Ning was actually improvising a piano song on the spot. Although she had a high enough opinion of this man, she still couldn't believe it. What kind of freak was he?
But the truth was in front of her. Although she rarely practiced the piano now, she still liked to appreciate it in her spare time. She was still familiar with famous piano songs.
She could guarantee that she had never heard the rhythm of Ding Ning's knuckles. And such a shocking piano song could not be unknown as long as it was on the market.
So, she could be sure that Ding Ning was improvising a piano song on the spot.
This fact.
This discovery set off a storm in her heart. She looked obsessively at the man who might accompany her for the rest of her life in the future. She felt a strong sense of joy and pride in her heart.
With a husband like this, what more could a woman ask for?
Clap clap clap!
As the applause sounded in the box, Li Mingrui stood up proudly and gracefully bowed slightly to these old classmates who applauded him. He gracefully made a standard gentleman's salute, and once again won the applause of the audience.
He was very confident that even if these inferior people in front of him didn't know how to appreciate the elegant art of piano, at least Diba had the ability to appreciate it. This was enough.
So, he looked at Diba complacently, looking forward to what kind of expression of surprise and appreciation would appear on her face.
Also, Mr. Ding, who seemed to be dressed elegantly but behaved crudely and made him disdainful, must have a very interesting expression on his face at this moment.
But …
At this moment, Ding Ning was shaking his head with his eyes closed, as if immersed in the beautiful sound of the music and unable to extricate himself.
But Diba didn't even look at him. She didn't even applaud for him. Her pair of beautiful eyes stared closely at Ding Ning, as if she couldn't see anyone else except him.
Li Mingrui's face suddenly darkened. The pride and complacency in his heart suddenly disappeared, and his nose was almost crooked from anger.
After such a long time, he played so hard, but Ding Ning didn't pay attention to him at all. Her attention was all on that damn man.
This made Li Mingrui's nose almost crooked from anger. He didn't care to maintain his demeanor and image, and sarcastically said, "Mr. Ding is really a person who knows how to appreciate. At this moment, you are still immersed in my …"
"Shh!"
Diba suddenly put his index finger to his lips and shushed him, motioning him to be quiet and not to disturb Ding Ning.
Li Mingrui's voice stopped abruptly. His face was livid and red, and his heart was sour, astringent and bitter, mixed with monstrous jealousy.
"What do you mean? Isn't that guy pretending to be immersed in my beautiful music? Even this can't be disturbed? " "He's so blatantly protective, which makes people feel so stifled."
Their movements were not subtle and immediately attracted everyone's attention. Everyone then noticed that Ding Ning kept tapping the table with his fingers as if he was having a spasm, and they couldn't help showing a strange expression on their faces.
"Is this guy pretending to be intoxicated to avoid Li Mingrui's challenge?"
"Does Mr. Ding really understand it or not? Or is he pretending? Although I think I played well, it shouldn't be enough to make Mr. Ding so intoxicated, right? "
Jealousy made Li Mingrui completely lose his patience, and he sneered.
He was the favored son of heaven, born to be the center of attention under the spotlight. Why should he wait here for a pretentious guy?
"Shh!"
Diba frowned unhappily, motioned him to be quiet again, and said in a low voice with an extremely serious expression, "He is improvising a piano piece. Don't disturb him."
Everyone widened their eyes in shock and looked at him in confusion. Composing a piano piece? What did he mean? Could this thing be composed at will?
Compared with them, Li Mingrui was obviously more stunned. He never thought that one day he would hear such a ridiculous joke from Diba's mouth.
Yes, it was a joke. Composing a piano piece? What a joke?
Even a piano genius like him didn't dare to say that he was composing a piano piece. A pretentious guy actually said that he was going to compose a piano piece, and improvised it on the spot. This was simply the biggest joke of the century.
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