The voice that is like the sound of nature is refreshing like the breeze blowing on your face; it is also like the 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 sunshine, a lazy woman opened her graduation album, looked at the yellowed photos, ran her long and slender fingertips across the photos, and finally landed on the face of a young man with a bright smile, opening the floodgates of memory.

At the age when love was just beginning, there was a young man who would play the acoustic guitar by the pond and sing youthful songs to attract the attention of girls with ponytails; he would sweat profusely on the court, and his unruly long hair would flow as he ran.

Seeing my beloved girl cheering and cheering beside me, I suddenly became more energetic.

A shy boy and a shy girl walked side by side in the sunset, their two figures getting longer and longer until they disappeared into the distance.

The woman took back her memory, leaving only endless melancholy and nostalgia in her heart, thinking about the green years that had passed away.

It was like a song, like a poem, and fascinating. Ding Ning was fascinated by it, but she felt inexplicably jealous in her heart. Was she missing her first love?

"Ziyi, when did you change to singing folk songs? However, the singing is so good. It reminds me of what happened when I was in school. That kind of pure and unadulterated feelings are really pure and beautiful."

Yang Mi was immersed in that artistic conception and said with a lot of melancholy.

"Hey, really, how could you sing such a song? It made me cry."

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

"Sister Liya, are you thinking of your first love?"

After all, Guan Xiaotong was young and in love. Although she was immersed in the beautiful singing, she quickly got out of it and joked with a smile.

"Who hasn't been young yet?"

Tong Liya didn't admit or deny it, she said with a smile and curse.

"It's quite nice. The rhythm, melody, and melody are all great. It's easy to impress the audience and make people immersed in it. I wonder if it's a new song created by Sister Ziyi."

After all, Ouyang Poxia studied music and gave a very fair and professional evaluation.

"That's probably it. Anyway, I've never heard this song."

Diba was thoughtful and praised with some envy: "The original singer is amazing, she deserves to be a queen.

"Zi Yi, can you play another song?"

"Goddess, I love you."

"Sister Ziyi, I am your fan, can you sign your autograph for me?"

"Sister Ziyi, can you take a photo with me?"

"Ziyi Ziyi, I love you!"

"Ziyi Ziyi, I love you like a mouse loves rice."

…

It seemed that the audience was immersed in Song Ziyi's singing. Until this moment, there was a roar like a tsunami from the audience. Some were screaming for autographs, some were shouting for another song, and some were shouting "I

I love you, and there were even a few excited fans who broke into the wall and wanted to get up close and personal with Song Ziyi.

Fortunately, Liu Dali did his duty faithfully and stopped the impulsive fans. He persuaded and threatened them to calm down their emotions.

"Today, I am very happy to be able to come to Ye Weiyang and meet so many friends who like me. Here, I want to thank one person."

Song Ziyi picked up the phone and spoke calmly, with a narrow smile on her lips, and glanced at Ding Ning's position.

Alarm bells rang in Ding Ning's heart, and he suddenly had a very bad feeling. He always felt that this girl had evil intentions.

Sure enough, the next moment, Song Ziyi said: "This person is my friend. Without him, we would not have come to Ye Weiyang today, nor would we have spent such a wonderful night, nor would we have known the people present.
Chapter completed!