national idol

Chapter 192 Little Grass
This is not the first time Ding Ning has shot a poster, but this time it is obviously more formal, and every detail of the process is meticulous.

The posters were shot in autumn and winter. The indoor temperature was quite warm, and he was wearing a coat and a scarf. Ding Ning was sweating profusely from the cover. During the breaks, Miao Miao had to touch up his makeup from time to time, and Ma Chu was also in a hurry Wipe his sweat off.

It is expected that a total of four sets of posters will be shot. After each set is shot, Ding Ning will discuss with the photographer about the drafts of the photos displayed on the monitor.

If you are not satisfied, then reshoot.

In the end, I just need two posters. In fact, shooting is more tiring than commercials. Clothes are taken off and put on, and makeup is patched up. The pose must be elegant enough, and you have to pay attention to the details of various expressions. I can shoot some sideshows, I can’t take a break, so I really don’t care about anything and let the camera crew shoot blindly, I have to wink at the camera, the facial muscles can’t stop for a moment anyway, the whole thing is tossing people.

There is no nonsense to talk about, so Ding Ning tried his best to cooperate.

For lunch, Ding Ning, like everyone else, is a makeshift fast food in the photography company.

However, the photography company gave him a separate room, and Ding Ning invited Ma Chu and Miao Miao to eat together.

At this time, Ma Chu had the opportunity to inform Ding Ning that An Keqing had rejected "The Title Song of Love" and wanted to ask him to help write a song of the type "Mo".

Ding Ning frowned secretly when he heard the words, then curled his lips: "Let's talk about it later."

He said "I'll talk about it later" because he didn't want to restrain himself emotionally, but in his heart, he had already rejected An Keqing.

"The Title Song of Love" was once popular in the streets and alleys in his previous life. It is a classic of Chinese house dance music. He is willing to give "The Title Song of Love" to An Keqing. Come to Shenshi to invite the sincerity of the song.

An Keqing was fine, but she was rejected again. This level of pickiness is not ordinary.

Ma Chu said again: "Li Hui said that their company wants to keep "The Title Song of Love", but An Keqing probably won't be able to sing it anymore. Shall we still sell it?"

"I won't sell it anymore." When I was doing the demo before, Zhang Xuan was invited to sing. Ding Ning felt that Zhang Xuan had handled "The Title Song of Love" very well. Since An Keqing didn't want it, I would keep it for Zhang Xuan.

"Okay." Ding Ning answered quickly, his mind was clear at a glance, and Ma Chu didn't say much anymore.

After shooting the poster, Ding Ning hurried back to Guanghua University.

When he arrived, Chu Jiao was already there, doing styling.

Ding Ning took the opportunity to be lazy, but he lay lazily on the chair. After sunbathing for a few minutes, he suddenly felt that his eyes were covered by someone, and there was a childish voice as clear as a little lark: "Guess what?" Guess who I am."

Who else, it must be Xie Lele.

Thinking of Xie Lele crying so loudly when he left in the morning that he could hear it clearly in the car, Ding Ning said amusedly, "Thank you for crying."

Xie Lele was startled when he heard the words, and then let go of his hand, rubbing Ding Ning's bangs angrily like rubbing mahjong: "I don't want to call Xie Kuwai, my name is Xie Lele."

"Yes, yes, yes, your name is Xie Lele." His bangs were made by the stylist after a lot of effort, and they cannot be ruined by Xie Lele. Ding Ning hurriedly pulled Xie Lele to him.

Xie Lele was also polite, climbed onto his thigh, and immediately sat down on his knee with the horizontal knife.

This posture is exactly the same as that of Ye Di when she was a child, thinking to herself that she should be introduced to Ye Di, Ding Ning lightly scratched her nose, and asked with a smile: "Are you still playing this afternoon?"

"Also." Xie Lele raised his head slightly and replied with fluttering eyes.

There was no Xie Lele in the script, she was supposed to be an extra, Ding Ning exclaimed pretendingly, "Wow, little actress, have you ever filmed commercials before?"

Xie Lele, who called Ding Ning "Little Best Actress", couldn't help but proudly said: "Yes, I have filmed many commercials, and I have also filmed commercials with brother Chen Bingyin. I have also filmed movies, brother you Have you ever watched "Da Ming Song", in which I played the little princess."

Chen Bingyin is a popular film and television student, and "Da Ming Song" is a historical drama. With this qualification, he can be called a child star. Ding Ning smiled and said, "Really, then you are really good."

"Hey." Xie Lele grinned, and then said: "Brother, they all say that you sing very well, I want to hear you sing."

"Okay." Ding Ning turned around and looked around, stood up holding Xie Lele, and walked to the electronic organ on the lawn not far away: "Come on, let's go to the electronic organ over there, brother will play and sing for you. "

"Okay." Xie Lele took the opportunity to hug Ding Ning, and smacked Ding Ning's face again.

Ding Ning rubbed her hair with a smile, and walked to the electronic piano with her in his arms.

This electronic organ was originally only used for setting, and Ding Ning wanted to use it, of course, at will.

Xie Lele refused to sit on the side, Ding Ning could only let her continue to sit on his lap.

Feeling that this scene is very warm and rare, Ma Chu hurriedly took out his mobile phone, pointed at Ding Ning and Xie Lele, and took a video.

Not only Ma Chu, many people at the scene saw that Ding Ning was going to play and sing, and they also took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

In this kind of scene, before, Ding Ning might blush, but now he is used to it and treats it indifferently.

When Xie Lele sat upright on his lap, Ding Ning softly played and sang "Little Grass" to Xie Lele: "There is no fragrance of flowers, no height of trees, I am a little grass that no one knows, never lonely, never troubled... ..."

This is a well-known nursery rhyme, but as he sang it, Ding Ning's eyes couldn't help but feel a little sour.

When I was young, what I listened to and what I watched, I cared more about whether it sounded good or not, whether it was lively enough, and I didn’t think about it.

But at this age, when he sang this song again, he suddenly realized that such a simple song is not simple. It is a portrayal of a child, and it is a portrayal of an adult, which made him have mixed feelings for a while.

It was not only Ding Ning himself who felt something, but also many people present, listening to his soft and sincere singing, felt more or less sour in their hearts.

Only Xie Lele's big eyes blinked, his legs dangled with the sound of the piano, and he stared at Ding Ning, who was also smiling.

In her ears, Ding Ning sang beautifully and was very gentle. He was the most amiable big brother she had ever seen, and he was also the best singing big brother she had ever seen.

After Ding Ning sang "Little Grass", Wang Weidong yelled "Start work", so there was no way to continue singing. Ding Ning could only look at Xie Lele apologetically, and said: "Brother has to start work, I will sing for you later, Okay?"

"En." The start of work cannot be delayed, Xie Lele jumped off Ding Ning's lap on his own initiative.

Jiang Wei hurried forward, hugged Xie Lele, and smiled at Ding Ning apologetically: "I'm causing you trouble, Lele is naughty, I won't listen to what I say."

"Nothing, she is very sensible." Ding Ning rubbed Xie Lele's bangs: "Yes, Xie Lele."

"Yes!" Xie Lele nodded heavily, and answered clearly and loudly.

(End of this chapter)