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

"I didn't expect Diba's songs to be so good."

"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 still has a talent for singing."

"This time she sang very seriously and emotionally."

"Singing is the same as acting. If you don't take it seriously, it will be difficult for the audience to feel involved. This time Diba took it seriously."

…

Yang Mi and others were listening and whispering.

Ding Ning felt mixed emotions in her heart. Some regretted her Meng Lang, and some secretly rejoiced.

He could feel Diba's deep affection, her determination to cut off her love, and her entanglement and pain in not letting go.

Now it's Ding Ning's turn to be confused. He can't explain what he feels for Diba. Is it love? It seems to be a little bit short, but if it's friendship, it seems to be much more than that.

More than friends, not lovers, is the most accurate positioning of their relationship.

My initial love for Deepa came from my appreciation of her being untainted despite the mire, and was not contaminated by any feelings between men and women.

But when he 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 for him as if nothing had happened, adding other emotions to the appreciation that was no longer pure.

Even so, he never thought about what would happen to Diba. Until tonight, Diba wanted to get himself drunk, which made him suddenly feel a dull pain in his heart. He did not hesitate to pretend to be thirsty and grab the wine instead.

She drinks it.

Perhaps because of his attention, Diba misunderstood something. Later, through the drunkenness, she interlocked with him and snuggled on his shoulder to fall asleep. The impulse at that moment made him feel a strong possessive desire, so he followed suit.

He stole a kiss from her like a thief.

But at this moment, Ding Ning was really confused. 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 had a relationship with Diba, she would leave him because he had other women.

You know, despite Diba's usually carefree and generous behavior, she is actually a woman who is very serious about relationships and extremely rational. Otherwise, she would not be twenty-seven and she has never been in love.

Of course, this does not mean that Song Ziyi is not serious about relationships, but that Ding Ning has the biggest advantage in pursuing her, that is, the fictional Ning Ding.

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

If he hadn't been fighting with him and wanted to use his true identity to chase her, Song Ziyi would have become a member of his harem by now.

The biggest difference between Diba and other women is that she is willing to work several times more hard and sweat than ordinary people every day to maintain her figure and never give up her appetite. It can be seen that she is a perseverant character.

A woman who always knows clearly what she wants to do and can make decisive choices.

This kind of character is very valuable, but for a scumbag like Ding Ning who has a huge harem, it means that he may be passed out of her life by Diba at any time.

That's why Ding Ning is entangled and has a headache, not knowing how to deal with this relationship.

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

Just let nature take its course or find an opportunity to have a showdown with her.

Ding Ning really couldn't think of any good way, so he could only choose to escape and wait and see how it develops in the future.

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

"Seven hundred and eighty-three flower baskets, with a commission of 50 per 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 a night. Diba, you should just stop filming.

Just come to the bar and become a resident singer, which is no less than what you make 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 possible. You are my treasure. How can I let you go?"

Yang Mi chuckled and hugged Diba.

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

Guan Xiaotong laughed and joked.

"Things are rare but valuable. If you sing it every day, your guests will get tired of hearing it."

Ouyang Poxiao felt a little sour in his heart. With so many people, except Tong Liya, she received few flower baskets, and said with a thorn in his words.

The girls were all older than her, so they wouldn't really care about her, they would just laugh it off.

In fact, everyone knows that this is just a joke. Without the status of a star and the exposure for many years, 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 people are, it is useless if they are not famous. If one song can receive dozens or hundreds of flower baskets, it is considered very good.

Even if you have the status of a star, if you do not expose yourself for a long time and instead make money by singing in bars, you will soon be lost to everyone.

The entertainment industry is a very realistic and cruel place. The speed of upgrading is comparable to the ever-changing electronic products. As long as they don't show up for a period of time, no matter how popular a star is, they will lose their halo and be forgotten by the public in the corner of memory.

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

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

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

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

…

As soon as Song Ziyi appeared on the stage, the whole place immediately burst into excitement and thunderous cheers. Everyone, both men and women, old and young, turned red with excitement and shouted at the top of their lungs.

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

"I don't know how many flower baskets Sister Ziyi can harvest. Looking at this posture, I probably won't 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 court. We can't compare."

Ouyang Poxiao felt even more sad and said with envy and hatred.

"That's true, we may not be worse than her when it comes to filming, but when it comes to singing, she is definitely ahead of us by a long way."

Tong Liya also said with some taste.

As an artist, who doesn’t want to be the center of attention? Countless fans greet you wherever you go and are crazy about them. That sense of accomplishment and glory is unmatched by any profession.

Full of wine and food

lazy afternoon

Open the corner of memory in your spare time

Pull out the graduation photo album

yellowed old photos

Recording the innocent face

by the pond

acoustic guitar

Sing lowly

Endless and wanton publicity

on the playground

white sneakers

unruly hair

endless complaints of youthful frivolity

shy smile

pursed lips

shy ponytail

under the sunset

Print two lines

Long slanted back

disappear into the distance

He is singing softly

youth

This old song I never tire of listening to

…

Song Ziyi stood on the stage holding a guitar, like a young artistic woman playing and singing to herself.
To be continued...