national idol

Chapter 16 The Amazing Ability Song

"You have talent, you have talent, you see, it's an original song again."

Ever since she accidentally saw Ding Ning's live broadcast in the morning, Meng Wanwan has been attracted by Ding Ning.

After watching Ding Ning's live broadcast, she went to Ding Ning's anchor space and downloaded "Juvenile Jinshi" and "Nanshan South". Repeat these two songs.

She was very annoyed why she didn't discover Ding Ning earlier. It would be such a wonderful thing if she could watch him play and sing "Youth Jinshi" and "Nanshannan" in the live broadcast room.

So, before 07:30 in the evening, she went to Ding Ning's live broadcast room and waited early, hoping that Ding Ning could bring her a surprise.

After finally waiting for Ding Ning to start the live broadcast, Ding Ning did not disappoint her. He said that he would sing an original song when he came up, and Meng Wanwan was ecstatic.

"You don't like his talent, you like his handsomeness."

Meng Wanwan spent the whole afternoon announcing Dingning in the dormitory, and Zhu Fei's ears were almost callused.

That's not to mention, when Ding Ning's live broadcast started, Meng Wanwan dragged her to watch the live broadcast before she even finished washing while she was washing clothes in the bathroom.

At this moment, it can be regarded as seeing the true face of this legendary "big talent". Heh, no wonder Meng Wanwan can't stop talking about it. With her looks, tsk tsk, she is almost catching up with those idol stars. Zhu Fei suddenly realized, not without contempt Meng Wanwan glanced at Meng Wanwan, who was as excited as an ADHD child, and thought to herself: This little girl is a nympho.

"It's good to know, why say it." Ji Wen, who was also called by Meng Wanwan to watch the live broadcast, joked with a smile.

"Superficial, my family Wanwan is not the kind of person who only looks at her face, she pays attention to her heart. Wanwan, don't you think so?" Xu Jiamin, who was leaning behind Meng Wanwan, smiled and rubbed Meng Wanwan's hair.

"Fuck you." Reaching out to pat off Xu Jiamin's hands that were wantonly ravaging her hair, Meng Wanwan turned her head to glance at the three bad friends, made a face and said, "Although he is indeed handsome, you can't deny that he is talented , Listen to me carefully, he is really talented."

"Okay, let's listen, let's listen."

To be honest, Ding Ning's "Youth Jinshi" and "Nanshan South" are really good, otherwise, Meng Wanwan couldn't play it smoothly in the dormitory all afternoon. Got to be overwhelmed by the saliva of the crowd.

Zhu Fei didn't have much feeling for Ding Ning, but like Meng Wanwan, she was looking forward to Ding Ning's new song.

Because she is a lover of folk songs, "Juvenile Jinshi" and "Nanshan South" are very suitable for her.

In her opinion, these days, there are very few singers who are as calm as Ding Ning.

The songs he sang seem to have a kind of eloquent feeling, just like telling a story. There are not too many fancy elements, but they are very touching and very listenable.

It was because Meng Wanwan was too fanatical that she didn't show her liking for Ding Ning's two songs, lest Meng Wanwan would agree that she was a bosom friend, and she would start talking to her endlessly.

The four of them fell silent at the same time, and Ding Ning's unhurried singing became clearer on the computer.

"I've seen the desert rainstorm, the sea kissing the shark, the dusk chasing the dawn, but I haven't seen you."

"I know that beauty will age, and there is life beyond life. I know that there are poems in the wind, but I don't know you."

……

"I forgot that I was on an isolated island, that tears were nothing but an ineffective medicine, that I forgot a century-old silent slogan, and I couldn't forget you;"

"I want a better and rounder moon, the unknown madness, the sensual flamboyance, and I want you."

……

"It seems to be really talented HO."

It wasn't until Ding Ning sang the whole song, put the guitar aside, and among the four people who had been listening to the song quietly, no one made a sound.

"Yeah, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Just now, everyone was completely attracted by Ding Ning's singing and responded silently. Meng Wanwan turned her head and looked at Ji Wen who spoke first, with a slightly pouted corner of her mouth, feeling triumphant in her heart.

After listening to this "Song of Wonderful Ability", she became more and more convinced that Ding Ning would be popular, and Ding Ning seemed to be a new anchor who just emerged today.

When a star has only a faint light, he can dig him out from thousands of bright stars at a glance. Not everyone can have this kind of vision.

For her, it is an honor and an honor to be able to know Ding Ning, like Ding Ning, and promote Ding Ning to everyone before so many people.

If Ding Ning really became popular in the future, she would talk about Ding Ning with others, and when she talked about her past, she would not be ashamed.

"Can you hear his lyrics? I think it's well written."

Zhu Fei has been completely intoxicated by Ding Ning's song. She feels that the melody of this song is too simple and too much, but even so, this song seems to have magical power, which makes it difficult for her to recover from Ding Ning's embrace just now. Break free from the picture of the guitar playing and singing leisurely.

Obviously the singing had stopped long ago, but it seemed that the singing was still in her ears, advancing layer by layer, curling around, like the smoke in the mountains, curling in the wind, the color faded, but it never disappeared.

She had never felt such a wonderful feeling.

Is it because the imagery of the lyrics is advancing step by step?

Or is a simple melody easier to brainwash?
This Ding Ning is really talented.

The whole person was surrounded by a subtle feeling, and Zhu Fei had to agree that Ding Ning was indeed talented and a rare good singer.

Compared with today's well-known singers, Zhu Fei feels that Ding Ning is another Fu Zhou, the male god who is called the godfather of folk songs by many people.

However, compared with Fu Zhou, Ding Ning is more artistic.

If Fuzhou is a clear pond with bottomless clarity, then Dingning is a lake with fields of lotus leaves.

On top of Fu Zhou's cleanliness, he added a bit of splendor, but it didn't make people feel gaudy.

This Ding Ning will be hot.

Thinking in her heart like this, Zhu Fei heard Meng Wanwan say loudly in a tone that was so happy that she couldn't find her way: "I've recorded it, I've recorded it, do you want to listen to it again!"

"Think about it, think about it, I also think his lyrics are well written. Wait for me, I'll take a piece of paper, and we'll take notes while listening."

Xu Jiamin felt that Ding Ning's song was a poem, and she happened to be a poetry lover.

She would love to memorize all the words in the song, and see if the complete words, when unfolded before her eyes, will be as wonderful as the song itself.

"Wait, why don't we watch the live broadcast first?"

Meng Wanwan also wanted to listen to Ding Ning's "Song of Wonderful Ability" again, but she didn't want to miss Ding Ning's live broadcast.

After repeated decisions, she decided to watch the live broadcast first. After all, she had already recorded the song, so she could listen to it at any time, but Ding Ning's live broadcast could not be watched at all times.

"You watch the live broadcast, Wanwan, pass the song to me, I want to listen to this song again."

But Zhu Fei couldn't wait to listen to Ding Ning's song a few more times. She felt that her heart was itching and flustered. If Meng Wanwan didn't pass it on to her, she would bite someone.

"I also want to listen to the song, Wanwan, anyway, he is interacting with the audience now, let's listen to it again."

Like Zhu Fei, Xu Jiamin also hopes to listen to "Song of Wonderful Ability" again.

"Okay, okay, let's listen again then."

Unable to resist Zhu Fei and Xu Jiamin, it happened that she wanted to hear it too, so Meng Wanwan agreed to their request.

Quickly found the recording file, clicked to open, Ding Ning's singing, like the whisper of someone close to the ear, came out of the computer again: "I have seen the desert rainstorm, I have seen the sea kissing sharks, I have seen the dusk chasing the dawn , haven't seen you..."

The four were silent again.

(End of this chapter)