Ding He was so angry that he looked at the trolls rampant that he looked at the emotional value and gritted his teeth. While blocking the trolls who were speaking, he said loudly: "I'm very sorry, because these trolls have affected the atmosphere in the live broadcast room! When I block them, I'm singing a new song for everyone!"

"It's okay, anchor! We support you!"

"There is a new song again, it's amazing!"

"I just said it must be hype, and there are new songs!"

"Please get thicker with the troll!"

"If you want to listen, listen. If you don't want to listen, please get out of here!"

The fans in the live broadcast room were also angered and began to angrily criticize the trolls one by one.

"Buzz..." A roar of the engine suddenly appeared, and a luxurious yacht appeared on the screen.

Ding He was stunned for a moment, came back to his senses and thanked loudly: "Thanks to Lao Wei, who was keeping the book, for the yacht sent by him!"

Wei Jiahe looked at the floating screen of the yacht, feeling a little distressed, but he felt it was worth it. After swiping the yacht, he immediately typed: "Anchor, thank you for your song! I believe in you!"

"Thank you for your trust, Brother Wei! Thank you for your support!" Ding He looked at the barrage, and said warmly in his heart, "When I banned all the squirting of dogs, I will sing a new song for you guys!"

"I'm lucky!"

"What the hell is Lao Tie?"

"Can't wait!"

"Please go away with trolls!"

"Don't waste time on dog trolls?"

Ding He was ruining his boss's spirit and finally banned all the clamoring trolls. Seeing the barrage on track again, Ding He breathed a sigh of relief and said to the live broadcast room: "Thank you for your support! I saw someone asking what Lao Tie is? Lao Tie is a good brother, and his relationship is as strong as Tie! If he is Lao Tie, I will pay a little attention to the anchor!"

"Old Tie6666666!"

"Old anchor, support you!"

"Let me get pregnant quickly, Lao Tie!"

"Old Tie, sing a new song!"

“On the top floor!”

Everyone thought Lao Tie was quite interesting and started to browse the barrage.

"Okay! To thank everyone for their support just now! The following new song "I am a Little Bird" is given to everyone! I hope everyone likes it!"

"Hate..."

"What's the situation? Little Bird???"

"So dirty, anchor!"

"Don't be sad on anchor, this is still helpful!"

"XX Men's Science, anchor, you deserve it!"

Ding He ignored it, the barrage of the live broadcast room gradually became dirty, and continued to play the guitar. The prelude of the nectar echoed in the live broadcast room. Gradually, everyone stopped typing and prepared to listen to this song "Little Bird".

Sometimes I feel like a little bird.

I want to fly, but I can't fly high.

Maybe one day, I climbed to the branch but became the hunter's target.

I flew into the blue sky and realized that I had no support from now on.

Ding He sang the first paragraph gently in a slightly hoarse voice, but it attracted a wave of barrage.

"It's this little bird!"

"These lyrics are interesting!"

"Yes, helpless!"

"Praise one first!"

Every time it's late at night, I can't sleep.

I doubt if it's me alone, and tomorrow won't change better.

Who knows what the future will be like?

Is happiness just a legend? I will never find it!

Ding He's voice was low, and there was a slight depression in his voice, but it was very infecting his soul. The live broadcast room was quiet, and Ding He's singing echoed, making people feel a strong sense of depression.

I am a little bird. I want to fly, but I can't fly high.

I search and search, search and search, a warm embrace

Is this requirement too high?

Ding He's voice suddenly rose, and a strong resonance broke the depression just now.

Everyone who knows my name, are you all good?

The world is so small that we are destined to have nowhere to escape.

When I taste the warmth and coldness of human nature, when you decide to burn for your ideals,

Which is important, the pressure of life or the dignity of life?

Ding He's voice did not stop, and he rose by octave again. The loud singing sound was like a ray of sunshine, completely tearing open the haze and breaking the depression just now.

"Yes, we are all a little bird!"

"No matter how small the bird is, it yearns for the sky!"

"Burn for your ideal!"

"The pressure of life? The dignity of life? It's a bit difficult to choose!"

As we entered the chorus, everyone could no longer control themselves and began to swim the screen wildly. This song seemed simple, but it had profound thoughts, which made everyone unable to resist discussion. As the barrage continued to scroll, there were also a large number of gifts. Although the gifts were not expensive, they could not hold on to the large amount and kept floating on the screen.

"Thank you, thank you for your gift! Old Tie who likes this song, please pay a little attention!" Ding He finished singing the song thoroughly, looked at the gifts floating on the live broadcast room, and said thankfully, "Although life has many ups and downs, we must also persist. Those who like anchors, are you doing well?"

"Anchor, I don't accept anyone, I will accept you!"

"Lao Tie, this song is very charming!"

“6666666”

"Song is a good song, a little too sad!"

"Old Tie, a little negative!"

Ding He looked at the barrage and said to his fans: "Thank you for your criticism! This song was inspired by me just now. Thank you for the inspiration these trolls, for bringing me!"

"Anchor 666!"

"Haha, I guess the trolls are already furious!"

"I just wrote a song in just a short while, and I was convinced!"

"Please take my knees!"

"Old Tie, awesome!"

Ding He looked at the barrage and a poem by Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty flashed through his mind, and said with emotion: "Don't praise everyone, the anchor will be proud! This song is indeed a bit negative. Let's do this, I'll give you a few poems to encourage you with your ideals!

Hold on to the green mountains and do not relax, and the roots are originally in the broken rocks.

Thousands of mills and thousands of blows are still strong, no matter how winds are east, west, south and north."

"Good poem! Good poem!"

"The anchor can not only sing, but also write poetry, 6666666"

"I feel a sense of persistence!"

"There are still dreams!"

"Beg for the question!"

"That's why the anchor is an alien, so he is so powerful!"

Ding He looked at the barrage, his old face turned slightly red, and his skin became thicker and thicker. Not only did he copy songs, but he also copied ancient poems. He was so shameless. Where did he go in his integrity? But... why did he feel a little excited when he saw everyone's praise?

"Thank you for your gift! The name of this poem is called "Bamboo and Stone", which describes the strength of bamboo growing from stones, and we encourage you all!"

"Encourage together! Encourage together!"

"Poetry is a good poem, and the name is a bit average!"

"I feel OK!"

“Not loud enough!”

Ding He looked at the barrage and looked disgusted. What the hell? This ancient poem is considered a famous chapter for thousands of years. It has been circulated for so long that the title was actually despised. I was really afraid that Zheng Banqiao would be angry and crawled out of the coffin.

"Didn't you notice it? Just as someone was asking for trouble in the live broadcast room, the anchor took out a song and a poem! I think there are only two possibilities!"

A string of golden fonts suddenly floated across the screen of the mobile phone, which was a barrage of senior members. Almost everyone in the live broadcast room noticed this long barrage.
To be continued...