Medical Sovereign

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She seems to be telling him, her inner contradictions and struggles, hesitation and entanglement, can not afford to afford but can not let go.

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

"Yeah, I have heard her sing this song before, but it seems that there is no good singing this time."

"Before she was funny, she only sang seriously now. I didn't expect that she still has the talent to sing."

"This time she is singing very seriously, singing in love."

"Singing and acting like a song, if you don't worry, it's hard to let the audience have a sense of substitution. This time Diba is taking care of it."

......

Yang Mi and others whispered while listening.

Ding Ning's inner heart is mixed, some regret their own Menglang, and some secretly secretly hi.

He can feel the deep affection of Dibana, and can feel her determination to break the love, and feel the entanglement and pain she can't bear.

Now it is Ding Ning's turn to tangled. He can't tell what it feels like to Diba. Is it love? It seems that it is still a little worse, but it is friendship, it seems to be more than a lot.

Above friends, lover is not full, is the most accurate positioning of their relationship.

The initial love for Dibba stemmed from the appreciation of her out of mud, and did not contaminate any men and women.

But when she accidentally bumped into her bathing, the simple appreciation was mixed with some other elements, but it was far from being love.

Later, Diba pretended to cover him as nothing, and let the other no longer pure appreciation of the other feelings.

Even so, he didn't think about how he would be with Diba. Until tonight, Diba wanted to get drunk and let him suddenly feel some faint pain. He didn't hesitate to pretend to be thirsty. She drank.

Perhaps because of his concern, Diba misunderstood something. Later, by the intention of wine and his fingers, he snuggled on his shoulders, and the impulse of that moment made him have a strong possessive desire. The thief kissed her.

But at this moment, Ding Ning really tangled, if he did not want to swear Diba, it is absolutely self-deception, but he is worried that if she really has a relationship with Diba, she will leave him because he has other women.

It is very cool to know that Dibba’s usual savage performance is very bold, but she is a woman who is very serious and extremely rational, otherwise she will not be twenty-seven, and she has never talked about love.

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

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

If it wasn't for him to fight with himself and want to chase her with his true identity, Song Ziyi might have become a member of his harem at this moment.

The biggest difference between Dibba and other women is that she is steadfast in her personality, she would rather pay more than twice the hard work and sweat of her daily life to keep her figure and never give up her appetite. A woman who knows what she is going to do at all times and is able to make a decisive choice.

This kind of character is very valuable. For Ding Ning, who has the great scum of the Grand Palace, it means that he may be PASSed from her life at any time.

Therefore, Ding Ning will be entangled, will be a headache, do not know how to deal with this feeling.

He didn't want to let himself fall into this relationship, but because of the myriad of red, he was ruthlessly abandoned by Dibba.

Go with the flow or look for opportunities to show off with her.

Ding Ning really can't think of any good way, he can only choose to escape, and see the development situation in the future.

Diba got down and saw Ding Ning quietly. Seeing that he didn't seem to hear the meaning of her song, his face was a bit blank.

"Seven hundred and eighty-three flower baskets, one flower basket is fifty, a song earns nearly 40,000 nets, and three songs a night, a net profit of 120,000 a day, Diba, you simply don't shoot, It’s good to be a resident singer directly at the bar. This is no less than what you earned by filming.”

Yang Mi smiled and said.

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

Diba tidy up and responded with a smile.

"Oh, that can't be done, you are my baby, I am willing to let you go."

Yang Mi chuckled and grabbed Diba.

"If I am Di Sister, I will stay here and sing. I can easily earn a hundred thousand in one night. What a good thing."

Guan Xiaoxiao smiled and made fun.

"Things are rare, if you sing every day, you will have an annoying day."

Ouyang's distressed heart is a bit sour, so many people, except for Tong Liya, count the number of baskets she received, and said in a sting.

All the girls are older than her, and they don’t really care about her, just smile.

In fact, everyone knows that this is just a joke. There is no star status. There is no exposure for many years. How can a song receive so many flower baskets?

There are many people who sing Bidiba's good singers, but even those who sing well, no reputation is no good, even if a song can receive dozens of hundreds of flower baskets, it is very good.

Even if you have the identity of a star, if you don't expose it for a long time, but sing and make money in a bar, you will soon be ashamed of everyone.

The entertainment circle is a very realistic and cruel place. The speed of updating is comparable to the ever-changing electronic products. As long as you don't show up for a while, the red star will fade away from the aura of the body and be forgotten by the public in the corner of memory.

"Song Ziyi, my goodness, turned out to be Song Ziyi."

"After the day, Song Ziyi, the boss of this night, the real cow fork, even the days after the invitation."

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

"Li, I love you in purple clothes, just like mice love rice."

......

Song Ziyi debuted, and immediately the audience boiled, cheering and thundering, regardless of men, women and children, all face excited red, shouting screaming.

Its popularity is so high that Diba, who has just won more than 700 flower baskets in the head, can't help but feel awkward.

"Zi Yijie doesn't know how many flower baskets she can harvest. Look at this posture. I don't think it will be less than Dijie. This popularity is really incomparable."

Guan Xiaoyu said something envious.

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

Ouyang's distressed heart is more sour, envious of hateful saying.

"That is, we can't be worse than her, but on singing, she definitely has a few streets."

Tong Liya also said something interesting.

As an entertainer, who doesn't want to be eye-catching, there are countless fans who are welcoming and mad at it. The sense of accomplishment and glory is unmatched by any profession.

Full of food

Lazy afternoon

Open the corner of memory when you are free

Pull out the graduation album

Yellowed old photos

Recording the pure face

Pond side

wooden guitar

Shallow sing

Unspeakable

Playground

White sneakers

Unruly hair

Unsatisfied young and frivolous

Sly smile

Tight lips

Shy ponytail

In the sunset

Print two lines

Oblique long back

Disappeared in the distance

listen

He is singing

youth

This one hundred old songs

......

Song Ziyi stood on the stage with a guitar, like a young woman who sang herself.

The sound like a scorpio is as refreshing as a breeze; it is like a spring breeze whispering in your ear.

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

In the afternoon sun, lazy woman, open the graduation photo album, look at the yellowed photos, slender and thin fingertips across the photo, and finally land on a smiling teenager's face, opening the gate of memory.

At the age of the beginning of the sinus, there is a teenager who plays an acoustic guitar on the pond and sings the songs of youth to attract the attention of the ponytail girl; sweating on the court, the long hair is flowing with the run. Seeing the beloved girl cheering on the side, she suddenly became more and more radiant.

Awkward teenager, shy girl, walking side by side in the sunset, the two figures are getting longer and longer until they disappear into the distance.

The woman retracted her memory, leaving only endless sorrows and memories in her heart, missing the lush years that had passed away.

If the song is like a poem, it is fascinating, Ding Ning listens to God, but my heart is inexplicably scented. Is she missing her first love?

"Ziyi, when did you sing folk songs, but it’s so good to sing, reminding me of the things I used to go to school, the kind of simplicity that doesn’t mix any utilitarian feelings, really pure and beautiful.”

Yang Mi is immersed in that mood, and he said it.

"Oh, really, how can you sing such a song? I have lost my tears."

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

"Liya sister is thinking about the first love lover?"

After all, Guan Xiaoyu is young and is in love. Although he is immersed in the beautiful song, he quickly gets rid of it and laughs and teased.

"Who is not young yet!"

Tong Liya did not admit it and did not deny it, smiled and said.

"It's very nice, rhythm, temperament, tunes are great, it's easy to impress the audience, people are immersed in it, I don't know if it's a new song by Zijie."

After all, Ouyang Dawning is learning music, giving a very professional evaluation.

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

Deba thought thoughtfully, and some admired admiration: "The original singer is awesome, it is a good day.

"Rice, is it good to come again?"

"Goddess, I love you."

"My sister, I am your fan, can you sign me a name?"

"My sister, can I have a photo with me?"

"I love you purple dress purple!"

"I love you in purple clothes, like a mouse loves rice."

......

It seems that the audience are immersed in the song of Song Ziyi. Until now, the audience shouted like a tsunami, screaming to sign, shouting to come again, and shouting at me. I love you, and even a few emotional fans are strong and want to get close to Song Ziyi.

Fortunately, Liu Dali did his best, and stopped the impulsive fans. Even with the persuasion and intimidation, their emotions were calmed down.

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

Song Ziyi picked up the microphone and said it was generous. The corner of his lips was a little smile, and he took a look at Ding Ning’s position.

Ding Ning’s heart suddenly sounded a bell, and suddenly gave birth to a very bad premonition. I always felt that this girl was not good.

Sure enough, the next moment, Song Ziyi said: "This person is my friend. If you don't have him, we will not come to the night, we will not spend such a wonderful night, and we will not know the presence." Many friends, so I want to invite my friend to sing a song on the stage, as a thank you, I will sing another song for everyone later, everyone said it is good!"