"I was interrupted just now, let me reintroduce it to you, the name of the new song is "Decent"! Combined with my experience of running the show, I wrote a song!" Ding He opened the guitar bag, took out the guitar, and introduced it while debugging.

"What does the name mean?"

"What type? Inspirational?"

"Leave some decency, love songs!"

"I don't know if it's good or not?"

"Upstairs mentally retarded, the original of our anchor, each one is a classic, okay?"

The veterans in the live broadcast room, listening to the title of the song, guessed the type of song.

Ding He didn't speak again, brewed his emotions for a while, and played the accompaniment of "Decent", the guitar sound was low, and the lingering sorrow could be heard.

"Don't pile up nostalgia and make the plot bloody,

I've loved it for many years, why ruin the classics,

are all adults, do not procrastinate, do not owe.

It's my willingness to waste time,

Like an actor on a curtain call watching the lights go out,

It's too late to be vigorous,

Just keep the dignity of farewell.

I love you without regrets and respect the end of the story,

Breakup should be decent, no one should say sorry,

If you owe me, I dare to break my heart,

In front of the camera is the former us,

Hoarseness in cheers and tears. ”

Ding He's voice is melancholy, slightly hoarse, and with the low guitar sound, it makes people sound and feel a strong sadness.

"It was also decent to leave,

has lived up to these years,

The picture of loving passionately and earnestly,

Don't let obsession ruin yesterday,

I've loved you neatly and crisply,

The most familiar street protagonist has been played by a different person,

I cry until I choke and my heart hurts again, and I should break the cocoon,

……

I've loved you neatly and crisply,

Goodbye lives up to the ......"

It was originally a girl's song, but Ding He performed it with a boy again, which is different from the original style, the only thing that remains unchanged is the suppressed feelings in the song, which is so painful.

"Okay, decent, I feel like I once loved so much!"

"There is a real need in the relationship, keep each other decent!"

"The anchor is like this again, deceiving people's tears!"

"It's good, but it's so sad!"

After listening to Ding He singing, the barrage in the live broadcast room continued, and the atmosphere was hot, but everyone's mood was not high, after all, this song was too sad.

"In fact, every actor is not easy, every feeling is worth cherishing!" Ding He put down his guitar and concluded to the live broadcast room, "If you love, please love deeply;

"The anchor's words are so philosophical, I like it!"

"Love, love, if you don't love, go away!

"I'll go too, it's really classic!"

"It's not easy to be an actor, you have to cherish your feelings!"

The veterans in the live broadcast room kept scrolling the barrage, and the small gifts floated on the screen.

"By the way, do you usually read novels?" Ding He saw his computer and suddenly asked the live broadcast room.

"Needless to say, I'm ten years old!"

"A contemptible bookworm!"

"People usually read romance novels!"

"I don't like to watch it very much, I feel like my eyes hurt after a long time!"

"I see it occasionally!"

The old irons in the live broadcast room were stunned by Ding He's sudden change of topic, and then replied after a while.

Seeing a lot of people reading the novel, Ding He felt a burst of joy in his heart, and said to the live broadcast room: "That's the case, the anchor recently wrote a book called "Zhu Xian", if you have time, you can go and see it!"

"Zhu Xian"?

"What a familiar name! Is it serialized on Tron Reading?"

"I'll go and see it, support the anchor's little brother!"

"I'll go too, I'll definitely go to the show!"

Hearing Ding He's advertisement, the fans in the live broadcast room were very powerful, and they all expressed their support.

"Thank you! This is the first time the anchor has written a book, please bear with me if it's bad!" Ding He bowed slightly to the live broadcast room and said, "That's right, it was serialized on Chuangyue, and I have signed a contract!"

"I said, the anchor I watched, on my bookshelf!"

"Ask for spoilers, Zhang Xiaofan and Baguio, or with Lu Xueqi?"

"Is it pretty?

"The anchor is so good, he can sing, he can write novels, and the most important thing is that he is in good shape (shy)!"

"Upstairs has an eye, I also like the anchor body, hehe!"

Originally, I was still discussing the novel, but under the reply of the fan's sister, the barrage was crooked, and the painting style changed abruptly.

"Okay, the advertisement has been played, back to the topic! What song do you want to hear, the anchor will continue to sing!" Ding He was afraid of his neighbors and kept suppressing his voice.

Dormitory 153 of the female dormitory of Pujiang Drama Academy is being hotly discussed.

"It's good, it's a good original song, Senior Ding is so amazing!" Zhang Xuanyan said with a look of adoration with little stars in her eyes.

"I'm more concerned about the problem of Senior Ding living in the basement? The basement is so damp, can it really live in people?" Zhou Ying hadn't eased up at this time, and was entangled in the problem of the basement.

"I also write novels, it's amazing!" Qin Qing heard Ding He's advertisement, directly in the browser, searched Chuangyue.com, found "Zhu Xian", and silently added the collection.

"Bingbing, why don't you speak?" Zhou Ying looked at Yang Bingbing without saying a word, and asked strangely.

Yang Bingbing looked entangled at this time, looking at Ding He, struggling in his heart. At the beginning, I just met him unintentionally and liked his talent, but I couldn't accept his infatuation and never forgot the past. But I feel that Ding He is getting better and better now, and I don't know where to go.

Yang Bingbing came back to his senses, smiled reluctantly, and said to Zhou Ying: "No, I think this song is very good!"

At the request of fans in the live broadcast room, Ding He sang another song "Later" and got a wave of gifts. Ding He felt that something was wrong, the songs he smoked recently were all the original versions of girls, and he felt that what he sang was a little sentimental.

"When!when!when......" Ding He was singing "Fly Higher" when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Ding He immediately stopped, suspecting that his singing was affecting the neighbors, and accompanied the smiling face to the door.

"Why did it stop, I'm intoxicated?"

"That's right, the streamer!"

"I heard a knock at the door!"

"Why doesn't the anchor sing, what about people?"

The fans in the live broadcast room, who were listening to the song quietly, suddenly found that the song had stopped, and the anchor Ding He was gone.

Ding He walked to the door, opened the door, and saw that it was not a neighbor, but the landlord Aunt Liu standing at the door.

"Aunt Liu, what kind of wind blew you here?" Ding He was very polite and said with a smile.

"What's the matter, can't I come to see my own house yet?" Aunt Liu wanted to take the gun medicine, and said coldly to Ding He with a gloomy face.

"How can you! Welcome, do you want to come in and sit down?" Ding He asked politely.

Who knew that Aunt Liu was serious, ignored Ding He, pushed the door open, walked directly into the room, and looked around the room.