national idol

Chapter 186
Due to the situation, Dai Yao finally apologized, and Ding Ning did not embarrass them anymore.

"Dream Seeker" had already left the stage, and it was their turn to come on. Dai Yao and the others hurriedly moved the instruments to the stage in disgrace.

There were a lot of musical instruments, and the on-site staff should have helped, but after this incident, most of them hesitated to watch Ding Ning's emotions.

The four of Dai Yao were in a hurry, tugging at the wires, bumping into each other, no one stepped forward to help, some couldn't stand it anymore, Ding Ning moved to Ma Chu's ear, and whispered: "Go and help me." Bar."

"Yes." Ma Chu walked over.

Ma Chu's one-handed downfall just now left a shadow in Dai Yao's and his party's hearts. Seeing him approaching, Dai Yao and the others felt nervous, but they realized that Ma Chu was not here to ask for trouble, but to help. , Dai Yao said "thank you" with a complicated mood.

I don't know who is taking the lead in the front field. The lights on the stage here have not yet been turned on, and it has not yet reached the opening moment. The overwhelming sound of "rolling" suddenly resounded.

Hearing the words of the black vortex, the four people trembled in their hearts and were terrified.

It's not like they haven't seen the situation of booing before, but they have never encountered such an overwhelming momentum when they directly shouted "Get out", and they lost their sense of control.

You know, the scene of a music festival is always easy to get out of control. Every year, if there are no big or small accidents in the music festival, then it is not called a music festival. Facing the sound of "rolling" like the tide, I remembered that a few people rushed to the backstage just now The audience did not dare to imagine the next scene at all, they were terrified and fearful.

Ding Ning also frowned.

Such a small disturbance can cause such a big battle. Sure enough, we still need to pay attention to the impact in the future, and we can't make a big deal out of it.

Knowing that if he didn't show up, the black vortex would definitely not be able to perform tonight, so he secretly breathed out and walked quickly to the front desk.

At this moment, against the dim lights and the deafening "rolling" sound, the four people in the black whirlpool were bravely connecting the power-regulated instruments. When they saw Ding Ning coming out from the backstage, their eyes could not help but follow Ding Ning forward.

Although they hated Ding Ning in their hearts for causing all this, they also knew that only Ding Ning could resolve their crisis at this time.

Ding Ning didn't look at them, and walked straight to the microphone directly in front of the stage, and said calmly, "I'm Ding Ning."

The uniform "rolling" sound suddenly stopped, and then a burst of loud shouts broke out.

At first there were all shouting, but in the end they gathered together into neat bugle-like "Wa Ning", "Wa Ning", "Wa Ning".

The stage lights suddenly turned on, Ding Ning narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued: "Just now, some friends from the black whirlpool and I did have some unpleasantness in the background, but it has been resolved satisfactorily. Small quarrels and small frictions are not, there is a saying that 'if you don't fight, you don't know each other', I hope that the friends of the black vortex will not take what happened just now to their hearts, and I also hope that everyone will forget and put it aside, and don't expand it any more."

"Tonight," Ding Ning paused, "we are all here for the music festival."

"Then now!" Ding Ning raised his voice, raised his right hand high, pointed his index finger to the sky, and raised his arms and shouted: "Please enjoy the music, enjoy tonight, and get up!"

As he spoke, Ding Ning swung his right arm forward vigorously, pointed at the audience, and shouted loudly: "Juzizhoutou!"

"There are songs and wine!" The audience echoed in unison.

Withdrawing his arms, he waved again: "Big names are gathered!"

"And chicks!"

Ding Ning said with a smile on his face: "Thank you very much for your cooperation and support. The stage is handed over to the friends of the Black Vortex. Please give us a round of applause."

After finishing speaking, Ding Ning turned sideways, looked at the four people in the black whirlpool, and took the lead in applauding, and the audience naturally followed suit.

The four in the black vortex nodded to Ding Ning and the audience in embarrassment.

Difficult to get off, Dai Yao hugged the guitar and walked to the microphone with hot cheeks, and apologized to Ding Ning: "We were wrong just now, I'm sorry, please forgive me."

"It's okay, it's over." Ding Ning gave Dai Yao a hug, smiling away all grudges.

Whether it was really gone or not, only Tian and Dai Yao knew for themselves, anyway, Ding Ning didn't take it to heart.

"see you later."

After embracing, Ding Ning turned around to face the audience, put his right hand flat beside his right ear, made a goodbye gesture, turned and walked backstage.

Backstage, Dai Bin, who was paying attention to Ding Ning, smiled and squinted his eyes, admiring Ding Ning even more.

After so many days of contact, Ding Ning gave him the feeling that he is talented and humble, but now, he has experienced the other side of Ding Ning, which is flamboyant and imposing.

A 20-year-old boy can easily control such a big scene, and his aura is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary young people, even an old guy like him can't beat himself.

There are many things that are predestined by nature. In his opinion, Ding Ning has the predestined star style, with every gesture and gesture, the atmosphere is overwhelming, and everyone responds to it.

Everyone standing in the background and watching Ding Ning defuse the fury and stir up the atmosphere with a few words, felt similar to Dai Bin.

The stage lights at the scene were very bright, but Ding Ning, who turned around and walked towards them, seemed even brighter.

Everyone seemed to be able to see his future glory on a bigger stage.

Like the dream seekers, the performance of the black vortex did not arouse much enthusiasm from the audience. The rock and roll couldn't shake the atmosphere, and the scene looked particularly dull.

At this time, Ding Ning believed that the Black Vortex must really want what they called "brainless groupies".

He can be sure that no matter how stubborn they are in music, deep down in their hearts, what they hope for is the scene of thousands of people admiring mountains and tsunami.

Why do you want to make music?
Don't you just want to show yourself and let more people hear their voices?

They can't make everyone appreciate their voices, they can only say that they are failures, and they have no right to look down on others.

And once all of them admired the mountains and tsunami, what they looked down on before was also themselves.

It is always the world that is wrong, not yourself, yearning for the good, but disdain the good. When the heart is bound by the so-called self, the wide shore will only get farther and farther away. This is the sorrow of the obsessed.

In the background, watching the performance of the black vortex, Ding Ning thought of Narcissus in Greek mythology.

The light shone on their hoarse figures, just like the daffodils standing alone by the river reflected on the water surface, admiring themselves until death.

At 8:56, the performance of the black vortex was over, and it was time for Ding Ning to take the stage.

The two headlights on the left and right sides above the stage had just been extinguished, and the group of Black Vortex had not had time to leave the stage, and the front stage burst into shouts again.

"Ding Ning!", "Ding Ning!", like thunder, the group of black whirlpool, who lowered their heads and packed their instruments, were silent and dejected.

Is this the scene that Xianfeng Zhou should have? Those seniors in Peak Week are nothing more than that.

Even if they don't want to admit it, at this moment, Ding Ning is a star, and they are dust.

They didn't want to be envious, but they were deeply envious. They also felt that something was splitting in their chests, causing a dull pain.

After the black vortex moved everything into the backstage, Ding Ning and his companions began to set up the stage. During this period, the shouts from the audience never stopped.

At 9:03, everything was ready. Ding Ning stood in front of the microphone and snapped his fingers. The backstage lighting engineer understood and turned on all the lights, focusing on Ding Ning from all directions. Ding Ning's body became hot in an instant.

He waved to the audience and said with a smile: "Friends from Xiangcheng, long_time_no_see, we meet again."

The audience burst into laughter, Ding Tranquility waited for the laughter to stop, and continued: "I heard that there are a lot of friends who like me and support me tonight, let me hear your voices."

After finishing speaking, Ding Ning waved his hands forward, and the scene suddenly shouted and screamed, and everyone behind the stage was so noisy that their blood boiled and their cells burst.

The appeal of a star is really different!
Drummer Nie Zilin couldn't hide his excitement for a while, and impromptuly played a part of the drum kit. As soon as the clear cymbal sound at the end fell to the ground, it caused screams again.

Ding Ning looked back at Nie Zilin with a smile, and said, "It seems that our drummer has become irritable. How about you, are you agitated? Tell me loudly."

"Get angry!" The audience responded in unison.

It can be seen that there are indeed a lot of people who came to support him tonight, and Ding Ning is also very irritable, but now he has to bear with it: "Before the performance starts, first of all, I have to introduce The musicians who came to Xiangcheng."

"Drummer, Nie Zilin!"

The audience booed and applauded.

"Guitarist, Bao Yanlei!"

The decibels in the arena remained high.

"Bassist, Deng Limin!"

There was another wave of booing and applause.

"Also," Ding Ning bent down, patted the guzheng beside him, and said with a smile, "Everyone knows this musical instrument, tell me what it is?"

"Guzheng!" The audience answered in unison.

"That's right!" Ding Ning stood up straight: "There will be a guzheng teacher who will be the finale. His surname is Dai, and everyone can call him Teacher Dai. His favorite thing is to hear people praise him. Come on, let's Let’s praise him together. When I call Teacher Dai later, you will call you the best, and if I call Teacher Dai again, you will call you the best.”

"Teacher Dai!" Ding Ning raised his arms and shouted.

"You are the best!"

"Teacher Dai!"

"You're the best!"

Standing in the background, listening to Ding Ning leading everyone to make peace, Dai Bin's eyes almost narrowed into slits, his face was as red as a bowl of hot wine, and he was in a happy mood.

This Ding Ning is really likable.

he likes.

It's no wonder that little girl Gu Xi, knowing that Ding Ning is surrounded by birds and swallows, still doesn't listen to his persuasion, and always finds various opportunities to ask him about Ding Ning's Ding Ning and that.

If it were him, he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off Ding Ning.

On stage, Ding Ning took the microphone off the pole, turned sideways, held the microphone in one hand, and pointed coolly at the audience with the other, and said as he walked: "Walking."

Guitars and screams resounded through the audience.

(End of this chapter)