"Haha...... Anchor, I don't accept the wall, I'll obey you!"

"These kids are so cute!"

"Anchor, why are you here, I'm a fan of your live broadcast room!"

"I feel sorry for the anchor for three seconds, and the following is a children's song special!"

The audience in the live broadcast room didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and they looked at Ding He one by one, and the barrage ridiculed.

Ding He looked at the children and scratched his head, he had no impression of the name of the song that the children said, so he could only explain helplessly: "Children, you are so good, the big brother can't sing the song you know!

"Okay!"

"What song?"

"Sounds good, big brother?"

The children are all curious babies and said excitedly.

Ding He said confidently: "It's not good, it doesn't matter what the big brother said, you think it's good to hear, okay?"

"Okay!" the children said in unison.

"Okay, then you wait for my brother!" Ding He took out his guitar and pretended to tune the guitar strings.

"System, come out quickly!" Ding He roared loudly in his mind, "Come out quickly!"

"What's the matter, host, don't you know it's rude to disturb someone sleep?" said the system's voice coldly.

Ding He didn't answer at all, went straight to the point, and said to the system: "Give me a children's song?"

The system of "Didi! Condition Search: Children's Rhymes, Didi ......" is running at high speed, constantly emitting the sound of Didi.

Eligible songs: "Pulling Carrots", "Gourd Baby", "Picking Up Beans", "Worms Flying", ......"

Ding He looked at the children's rhyme catalog in his mind, which was several pages long, and his head was big. Flipping through the pages, I don't know which one to choose? In desperation, I can only choose one of them at random.

After choosing the song, 10,000 positive emotional points disappeared in an instant, and the lyrics and scores of the children's rhyme appeared in my mind. Without any hesitation, Ding He clicked directly to learn.

Then Ding He said to the system: "Okay, you step down!"

"Hmph!" The system snorted coldly, too lazy to deal with Ding He, and directly stopped moving.

Ding He raised his head and said to the children, "Are you ready? Big brother is about to start singing!"

"Ready!" all the children replied in unison as they looked at Ding He.

Ding He didn't speak again, but directly started playing the guitar. It's obviously a brisk rhythm, but it sounds like it always makes people feel a little sad.

"The black sky hangs low,

Bright stars follow,

Worms fly, worms fly,

Who are you missing!

The stars in the sky weep,

The roses of the earth wither,

The cold wind blows, the cold wind blows,

As long as I'm with you!"

Ding He's voice is clear, like a clear spring, and the lyrics flow out slowly. Like the prelude, this is an emotional, yet sad song.

"Insects fly, flowers sleep,

A pair after a pair is beautiful,

Don't be afraid of the dark,

I'm afraid of heartbreak,

Whether tired or not,

It doesn't matter if it's north, south, west!"

After singing the first verse, Ding He repeated it. The song is short, and the two stanzas don't add up to long. The short song seems to contain magical power, and it makes people feel inexplicably sad when they listen to it.

"What song is this? Why haven't you heard it?"

"I feel so sad, I think of my child who has died, and my mother misses you!"

"This song made me want to cry all of a sudden!"

"Is this really a children's rhyme? Why can't I stop crying when I listen to it?"

After listening to Ding He's song, many people cried in the live broadcast room. After listening to such a sad song, everyone barrage condemned Ding He.

It's a pity that Ding He fixed the live broadcast equipment in the corner of the wall, with his back to him, and couldn't see the barrage at all. This is just so that the child's cute face can appear in the live broadcast window.

"Tell the big brother, do you think it's good?" Ding He finished singing, smiling, and asked the children.

The children were very happy and replied in unison, "Nice!"

"Do you like it?" Ding He asked the children.

"Yes!" the children replied in unison.

Ding He smiled and said, "That big brother taught you to sing this song, okay?"

"Okay!" the children were even happier, and one by one they replied loudly.

Ding He began to play the guitar, and when the prelude ended, Ding He began to sing, and stopped after singing the first sentence.

"The black sky is low!" the children followed Ding He and sang in unison in their immature voices.

Ding He sang a sentence, and the children sang along. The children's natural voice sang "Insects Flying", singing this sad song with a different charm. Ding He taught it five times in a row, and the children barely learned it, and some of them didn't remember the lyrics.

"Come, let's sing together this time, okay?" Ding He looked at the children, happy faces, and said with a smile.

"Good!" said the children.

Ding He played the accompaniment again, and after the prelude ended, he nodded to the children, and then sang together: "The black sky is low,

Bright stars follow,

Worms fly, worms fly,

Who are you missing......"

Ding He turned his back to the live broadcast camera, so he couldn't see the live broadcast screen. At this time, the live broadcast room has exploded, the barrage continues, and the gifts are one after another!

Teacher Zhou walked over and said to Ding He: "Anchor Ding, that's it! We are going to take a break for half an hour, and now forty minutes have passed, the children should rest!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I don't know!" Ding He scratched his head and apologized to Teacher Zhou.

Teacher Zhou smiled and said, "It's okay, the children don't mind!"

After the two finished speaking, Teacher Zhou said to the children, "Children, let's rest after class!"

"Okay, Mother Zhou!" the children responded in unison.

Ding He returned to the live broadcast window and saw that in the upper left corner of the screen, the love value was zero at the beginning of the live broadcast, and now it is more than 8,000 points. So Ding He said to Lao Tie: "Thank you for your support, thank you for your gifts!"

"What's the name of the song you just called?"

"The anchor sings so well!"

"The kids are so cute!"

"Anchor, why can't you search for the song you just sang?"

When the old irons in the live broadcast room saw Ding He, they finally came to the camera and asked one after another.

"The song just now was originally created by the anchor himself, so I can't find it!" Ding He explained with a smile.

"No wonder you can't find it!"

"It turned out to be the anchor's original!"

"Is the anchor so good?"

"I testify that I am a fan of the anchor, and the anchor has written many songs, all of which are very good!"

Some fans in the live broadcast room believe it, some don't believe it, and they are constantly brushing the barrage.