national idol

Chapter 242 The original scenery of the hometown
A person who can be valued at hundreds of millions at a young age must be capable.

However, Li Liang really didn't know how to give Ding Ning a chance.

First of all, Ding Ning's image and temperament are too flamboyant, full of spirits, being the leading role does not meet his aesthetics of actors with heavy swords, no sharpness, no sharpness, no skill, and no workmanship. Being a supporting role will inevitably overwhelm the guest, and his movies may not be used from now on. Ding Ning.

Secondly, Ding Ning is in the pop music scene, and the only chance he can give Ding Ning is the theme song, but he has already arranged for someone else to write the theme song of "The Three Heroes", and he doesn't think Ding Ning can write what he wants. song you want.

There was really no room for Ding Ning at hand, and he secretly blamed Zhang Hongru for coming. Li Liang turned around, glanced over Ding Ning, and landed on Zhang Hongru: "He doesn't need me to give him a chance, the little guy will do it himself. Don’t worry about him if he breaks through the world.”

Zhang Hongru smiled awkwardly, and was about to reply when Xi Xiyuan, who was sitting next to Li Liang, spoke first: "I often see news about him recently, he is quite capable at such a young age, it's not easy However, being famous is not as good as getting to know each other, and it’s rare to come across one today, Ding Ning, won’t you show us your skills and let us see and see?”

Afraid that his words would be too abrupt and Ding Ning would feel that he was showing off or making things difficult for him, he added: "In the past when we ate, it was Old Monster Chen who sang and sang, but today he is not here, you want Can't make up your head?"

The old strange Chen that Xi Xiyuan was talking about was called Chen Lie. He was a top movie soundtrack composer in China, especially good at traditional classical musical instruments. He had won many awards for best soundtrack in various domestic film and television awards.He is also very good at writing songs, his style is similar to Master Huang Zhan, but his strength and achievements are far inferior to Huang Zhan.As a post-production staff, he didn't need to follow the crew, so he wasn't there.

Before Ding Ning could respond, Huo Weiliang also spoke: "Yes, let me show you, Old Monster Chen is short of a closed disciple. If it's good, we might make a good relationship between you and Old Monster Chen."

Hearing this, Xi Xiyuan hurriedly interjected: "Here again, I said why do you always come up with bad ideas, and you have to introduce this or that to others when you see people. Old monster Chen and him are not in the same way. You don't want to say it out. Time can't be taken back."

Huo Weiliang said disapprovingly: "Closed disciple, I dare not guarantee it, but if he is really capable, I would really like to recommend him to Old Monster Chen. Besides, how do you know that he and Old Monster Chen are not on the same side. As for music, although branches and leaves are scattered, it is not from all rivers to the sea, and everything is understood.”

"Isn't Zhao Haiyan just doing what he wanted from all over the world? Chen Laoguai also writes pop songs. He is young, and he has plenty of time and opportunities to study. If you beat him to death with a stick, you look down on his young people too much." "

How could Ding Ning be compared with Chen Laoguai and Zhao Haiyan, who is the No.1 domestic film and television soundtrack, Xi Xiyuan really wanted to refute Huo Weiliang.

However, refuting it would definitely embarrass Ding Ning, so he could only keep his words in his heart and smiled embarrassingly.

These two people are meticulous and unrestrained, they really can disagree on anything, Chen Guangqing hastily smoothed things over and said: "They haven't made a move yet, what are you arguing about. Ding Ning, show your hand?"

Since everyone wants to see him show his skills, it's not easy to refuse, and it's not unprepared, Ding Ningli said: "Okay, I just happened to pass by a small stall and bought an Ocarina flute, and I took it with me."

As he spoke, he moved the chair back, got up and took out a palm-sized ocarina flute made of clay that looked like a "Y" and was covered with many small holes from the pocket of the jacket.

As soon as he took out his Okali flute, many people present looked at each other in confusion, because they all felt that the instrument seemed familiar, but they didn't know what it was called.

And even though Ding Ning said the name of the flute just now, it was very difficult to pronounce. They either didn't catch it clearly, or they didn't remember it.

But there are also well-informed people, Xi Xiyuan saw this musical instrument, looked at Ding Ning with some surprise and asked, "You know how to play the ocarina?"

Li Liang also explained to Huo Weiliang who asked "what kind of flute": "Ocarina flute, an Italian musical instrument, is called ocarina on the curved island."

Why not take it out, Ding Ning said with a smile: "I know a little, but I'm not proficient. I thought about a piece of music before, but I haven't heard it before. Now I'm making a fool of myself. If I don't play it well, everyone don't laugh at me."

This ocarina was indeed bought by Ding Ning today when he passed by a shop selling clay souvenirs. He saw it by accident at that time, and was quite surprised that there were ocarinas for sale in this place.

It is true that he is not very proficient in the ocarina, but the ocarina is very easy to learn. He played a lot of pastimes in his previous life, so he can barely be called good at it.

Especially the piece he was going to play next, he had played it hundreds of times, if not a thousand times in his previous life, and even performed it on stage, so he could handle it well.

This piece of music is called "The Original Scenery of Hometown". It was written by the soundtrack master Sojiro. It is a piece of pure music that has been widely circulated and has been used in many costume dramas.

In Gu Tianle's version of "The Legend of Condor Heroes", 16 years later, Yang Guo jumped off the cliff to find the little dragon girl, and when he climbed out of the deep pool, he played this song.

16 years later, at the bottom of the valley of unfeeling, lovers finally meet again, this is a flavor of this song.

Of course, the same piece of music, with different scenes, will give people different feelings, and there is not only one taste.

For example, now, in such a film and television city located in the desert wasteland, Ding Ning, who has just experienced the rugged and desolate appearance of the desert, has a feeling of emptiness and desolation in his heart, and wants to express it through this song.

Everyone fell silent when they saw Ding Ning put the ocarina to his mouth.

The surging emotions in Ding Ning's heart also turned into a melodious tune as his fingers danced on the ocarina hole.

Just like the same piece of music, with different scenes, there will be different flavors, and different people will have different feelings when they hear the melody flowing from the ocarina.

When Xi Xiyuan heard this song, a picture immediately appeared in his mind.

The sky is very light blue, a little gray, the floating clouds are very thin, like pieces of rotten cotton that has been torn apart, the sun is very far away, farther than all the suns he has seen before, and it is extremely difficult to look up.

The high sunlight slanted down from the west, forming a series of faint halos from small to large, like nine stars in a row.

An old gray military flag tied to a [-]-meter-high pole, facing the sun, fluttered in the wind alone, rhythmic light, sometimes covering the sun, sometimes revealing the sun, so that his pupils dilated and dilated.

This is the first time he came to this western film and television city to see the picture.

At that time, he thought of a poem: "The desert is dusty and the sun is dark, and the red flag is half rolled out of the gate."

From Wang Changling's "Seven Songs in the Army".

How many people fought back in ancient times, at that moment, he truly experienced the sadness and profundity chanted in those frontier poems.

Especially when he passed the living area where he was now, with a ruined wall full of wind and dust, and a white wall with black tiles and a breeze, the feeling was even stronger.

At that time, his eye sockets were instantly red.

In a surge of emotion, he immediately picked up the camera and took a picture of the scene he saw, even though that scene was never used in the movie due to the existence of the broken flag, it was a waste of film.

But life is rare and I am willing, consciously precious, and of course not afraid of extravagance.

He felt that feeling again now.

Ding Ning's melancholy song, like the cold wind whirling in the desert, hearing it in such an environment surrounded by deserts, really made him feel heartbroken.

In his mind, he couldn't help replaying the scenes he had experienced these days, and then, he, who had already had enough of the dry and cold environment here and couldn't wait to leave this dilapidated place, felt a little bit reluctant.

The desert is a kind of landscape that is easy to get bored with. The desert in autumn has the same color as a whole, which makes it easier to get bored.

But now, he found that he was too hasty these days. Although he was often in the desert, he had never dealt with this desert in depth.

He was just working, scouting for the sake of scouting, and framing for the sake of framing, and he didn't have the feeling of "thinking about the long distance of the world, alone and crying" when he first saw a flag waving in the sky. Strong emotions.

At this moment, after recollecting it suddenly, he realized that he still had a lot of emotions, and he needed to calm down and talk to the wilderness, cliffs, and valleys of this desert one by one.

It's a pity that he has no chance for the time being. After this meal, he will pack his luggage and catch the late flight to leave this place.

He was very sorry, so he made up for it in another way.

His thoughts meandered into sand dunes, stretched into sand peaks, and spread to the depths of the desert.

He imagined that he was walking out of the hotel, step by step into the depths of the desert, the sky must be dark, but it didn't matter, he could see the way, the distance, and his feet.

He clearly saw that with every step he took, he would leave footprints on the sand, with different shades, recording the path he passed and the place he arrived at.

He is no longer in a hurry, and no longer complains, but slowly and immersing himself in experiencing, appreciating, and comprehending the vastness of the sky and the earth in all directions, and the unity of man and nature.

He felt that he had turned into a grain of sand in the desert, sometimes it would settle down with a rustle, and sometimes it would flutter in the wind.

Life is not only about the present, but also poetry and the distance. He suddenly realized the world in the eyes of a hypocritical person like Li Liang.

There will be a period later, he thought hypocritically.

With his chin resting on the back of the chair, Ye Di stared at Ding Ning, who was concentrating on playing the ocarina with his eyes closed. Ye Di's eye sockets were slowly getting wet.

"I remember when I was young, I loved to chat and you loved to laugh."

"One time we sat side by side under the peach tree, the wind was blowing in the forest and the birds were singing."

"We don't know how to sleep, how many flowers fall in the dream."

She remembered her childhood.

At that time, the weather was always nice.

The sky is very blue, the sun is very bright, the wind is very light, the willow branches are swaying with the wind, the lake is very clear, and there are always ripples, circles and circles, endlessly.

Beneath the surface lies a world of the same endless twists and turns, and another sky.

If you poke your head over to look, you will see a big face of yourself.

The same twists and turns, the little croissant braids swayed and swayed, clearing the lake.

When she was bored, she could look at the self in the water for a long time, and occasionally she would laugh and stick out her finger to touch the self in it.

Alas, I just realized that I was so narcissistic when I was a child.

At that time, the houses were not as high as they are now, the roads were not so wide, and the people were not so busy.

She is often idle, always dragging Ding Ning around the world.

She loves to chat, and she yells loudly all day long, like a small trumpet, but Ding Ning doesn't really like to laugh.

Rather, he prefers to cry and fears her like a tiger.

When she gave an order, he obeyed obediently.

Later, she was punished.

Still, it's fine for now.

He is hers.

perfect.

Happiness overflowed, and an unstoppable thought suddenly burst into her heart.

November 11th, the third day of junior high school, Chongshu Shabei, Yinacai, engagement, marriage, foundation, bed, etc., she still remembers that it was written on the calendar on the bedside table in the room, it seemed to be a good day Auspicious day.

She was blushing and embarrassed because of her little thoughts, when the sound of poetry reciting from the next table interrupted her reverie.

It was Li Liang who was reciting poems with a strict eye.

"Mother hands line, wandering clothing."

"Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return."

"Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three springs."

After reciting the poem, Li Liang said again: "Why don't you give everyone three days off and go back to visit your hometown and visit your parents."

It's hard to believe that these are words from someone like Li Liang who is so strict and almost heartless at work.

Everyone was amazed.

"Is it true, Director Li?"

"So capricious, I like it."

"The director is teasing us."

"Li Liang, you have to be responsible for what you say. If what you say is true, I will change the ticket now, but you have to pay me the salary."

After a while, everyone spoke one after another, and Ding Ning also stopped playing.

"Why did it stop?!" The song stopped abruptly. Li Liang, who had been ignoring the noise of the crowd, was taken aback for a moment, and then slapped his thigh angrily: "Blame me, blame me, can you continue?"

"Yeah." This Li Liang is really strange, Ding Ning smiled and continued to play.

Li Liang didn't directly respond to the holiday remarks he just said, and a group of people were so teased by his words, no matter how nicely Ding Ning blew, they didn't care to listen for a while.

Li Liang, on the other hand, happily followed Ding Ning's tune, tapped the beat with his fingers on the table, and nodded his head slightly, with a look of no distraction.

Looking at his posture, it is estimated that he said nonsense on the spur of the moment, and then regretted it. Ninety-nine percent of the holidays are useless. Many people are as depressed as winning 500 million but losing the lottery.

When they listened to Ding Ning's song again, there was a kind of melancholy and sorrowful feeling.

Many people reminisce about the poem Li Liang recited just now, thinking about the words he just said, and feel endless nostalgia in their hearts.

Home is far away, far away from home.

Most of them are prodigal sons who wander around all year round.

On such an evening, listening to such a piece of music that seems to be able to reach the distance, recalling the hometown and the people in the hometown, the nostalgia accumulated in their hearts and atriums like sand, forming a desert.

"Wuyan goes up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook. The lonely sycamore tree is locked in the deep courtyard. The autumn is locked. The cutting is constant, and the reason is still chaotic. It is the sorrow of parting. Don't let the general feeling stay in my heart."

(End of this chapter)