Wang Dalun once thought that Ning Jing was from the north, and the Red River Valley deepened his impression, thinking that Ning Jing was from there.

Later I learned that Ning Jing is actually from the south. Although she has ethnic minority ancestry, her father is Han, so she should be Han.

Many people know Ning Jing from sunny days, and Wang Dalun is the same. Although there is Zuo Xiaoqing, who later became a school beauty in the film school, in the movie, she is completely covered by Ning Jing's light.

That passionate and extremely majestic breasts. In that era without plastic surgery, Milan, which even looked unscientific, became almost the dream lover or the object of "horse-running" for all teenagers who had watched this movie. It was as unforgettable as Monica Bellucci, the beautiful legend of Sicily, which was known as the "sexual enlightenment" of teenagers. Of course, in that era, people rarely had the chance to see Italian master-level movies.

"Hello, Sister Ning Jing."

Although Ning Jing joined the group as early as mid-November, in order to catch up with the progress, the crew was divided into two groups, led by Chen Daming himself to film the three-piece actor Wang Dalun and Jiang Tong, and Sun Ming played by Bao Ge, who was snatching the time, filming the scenes of him and Ning Jing.

So, today is the first meeting between Wang Dalun and Ning Jing.

"Ha! Congratulations, Dalun."

The newly released actors from Nantes in three continents will naturally attract everyone's congratulations and onlookers when they return to the crew. Ning Jing is no exception. She put on makeup and took the initiative to say hello.

Ion perm long hair, high heels, black silk, short skirt, and big red lips. Although her makeup was a bit exaggerated, she didn't look tacky at all, but she felt like a flaming red lips. Speaking of her thick and slightly raised lips, Wang Dalun thought it looked very similar to Angelina Jolie.

Ning Jing was also looking at him curiously. Although Ning Jing had long heard of the name Wang Dalun, the sixth generation of male actors, or the boyfriend of the popular actress Fan Ziyi.

In fact, the couple Wang Dalun and Fan Ziyi are indeed quite alternative in the circle. Nowadays, the mainland entertainment industry is heavily influenced by Hong Kong and Taiwan. In order to maintain their popularity among the audience and maintain the image of a popular lover, some idols usually hide their private lives and even have secret marriages.

However, their pair made a high-profile appearance from the beginning, but this did not seem to affect their development in the circle. The audience felt it was fresh. Especially the TV series should not be popular with strangers in several provinces. Although it is far from reaching the point of being popular across the country, there are already many comments on the Internet. In addition to being deeply disgusted with An Jiahe, played by Wang Dalun, they are more concerned about Fan Ziyi. For example: "Will the Golden Lock be beaten by An Jiahe?"

"The golden lock is so pitiful!"

"Don't be afraid of Jinsuo. As long as the person surnamed An dares to touch your finger, stand up bravely. We are your backing!" etc.

Speaking of which, before Ning Jing joined the group, when she was filming in the south, the city was broadcasting this series. Because she was about to work with the male lead of this TV series, Ning Jing also paid special attention. Unexpectedly, she actually watched it. Although everyone was an actor, she still couldn't help but hate An Jiahe, played by Wang Dalun. The only pity was that when she left the city after filming the filming, she had not finished broadcasting yet, but returned to the capital but had not started broadcasting yet.

Unlike the vicious and vicious An Jiahe on TV, Wang Dalun now looks polite and even a little shy. Ning Jing shook his hands and said exaggeratedly: "Wow, I'm honored to be able to work with the actor."

"Sister Ning Jing, I should say this." Wang Dalun said with a wry smile and shook his head.

If you face other actresses or even the four little actresses, Wang Dalun might be a little confident, but who is Ning Jing? In the entire 1990s, when the four little actresses had not yet emerged, the most popular actress in China was probably Gong Li.

As mentioned earlier, since the reform and opening up, there have been less than 20 domestic actors who have won the title of emperor and empress at large and small film festivals abroad. Ning Jing is one of them, and she is also the Best Actress Award at the Spanish San Sebastian International Film Festival, one of the "Twelve" film festivals. At the same time, she also won the Best Actress Award in the Golden Rooster Award, Hundred Flowers Award, the Chinese Film Performing Arts Society Award, the Chinese Film Association, the Beijing College Student Film Festival, the Shanghai College Student Film Festival, the Shanghai Film Critics Award and other titles.

Although the limelight is not as strong as the official certified "Four Little Flowers" at present, after all, they have been silent for several years because they went abroad, got married, and had children. It is precisely in these years that the "Four Little Flowers" gradually emerged.

"Hey, Dalun, let me ask you, what is the final outcome of An Jiahe? Have you been arrested and shot?"

“…”

As the filming was about to start, Wang Dalun wanted to match her, but he didn't expect that this question suddenly came up with her, and he didn't know how to answer it for the moment.

"Stop keeping it aside, just tell me! Last time I saw Mei Xiangnan escape, and I don't know the subsequent plot." Ning Jing pouted, and even said with a little coquettishness.

"Uh... he was not arrested and shot, he committed suicide." Faced with the strange style of the queen instantly transforming into a fan girl, Wang Dalun could only spoil the story.

"What about Mei Xiangnan? Did she be with An Jiamu in the end?"

"No, Mei Xiangnan and Zheng Tongtong are together."

"Zheng Tong, I don't like it at all. Why don't I be with An Jiamu? Isn't this more dramatic?"

Wang Dalun actually wanted to complain that it was the screenwriter and director's business, what did it have to do with him? He had to say: "Well, An Jiamu died in the end of the mission."

"Ah? This is too cruel..."

Wang Dalun was worried that the "fan girl" in front of him would continue to ask, and quickly said, "Sister Ning Jing, let's talk about it."

"Oh, OK!"

This scene is about Daxing's release from prison and Xiaohui takes him home. The Xiaohui, who originally tied a ponytail in Daxing's mind, likes to wear white shirts and lazy skirts, disappeared, and replaced by Xiaohui, who is ionic hot, black silk, short skirt, and heavy makeup. It makes him restless, and he is ignorant. When he was preparing to say goodbye with difficulty, Xiaohui reversed him...

In fact, this scene is very embarrassing. Wang Dalun and Ning Jing met for the first time today. According to the ideas of most directors, if there is a kissing scene or a bed scene, the director will usually let the male and female protagonists get familiar with each other for a while before filming it. Chen Daming was fine, so he arranged a kissing scene and bed scene for them as soon as he came up.

There are not many lines in this scene, and I have been right twice. Although Wang Dalun has done his homework before and has several plans in his mind, considering that Ning Jing has been in the group for a short time and is a relatively awkward and difficult scene, he took the initiative to ask: "Sister Ning Jing, how can we perform this scene?"

"I don't know, the director just said that we can do whatever we want." Ning Jing shrugged and spread her hands.

"Practice it casually?" Wang Dalun was stunned. After only ten days of leaving, when did Chen Daming become so irresponsible?

"That's right!"

Chen Daming didn't know when it appeared, and smiled and said, "Daxing and Xiaohui have been together for seven years. I don't need to say anything about their own mentality. I believe you must have your own understanding of the role. I can't say it well in this regard, it depends on your performance."

This guy looked like a hand-off manager, glanced at the two of them, and then said, "You two will discuss and cultivate the same mood. The room there is almost the same arrangement, and at most twenty minutes to start shooting."

If you play it casually, Wang Dalun is of course fine, but he still asks Ning Jing for advice again and said, "Sister Ning Jing, how are you going to act?"

Ning Jing looked at him with a smile and asked back, "Let me tell me how you want to act first."

Oh, I want to test myself, but I still want to consider the weight of my new actor. But let alone, Ning Jing does have this qualification.

Wang Dalun pondered for a moment and said, "The character of Tang Daxing is very axie. Because Xiaohui has changed a lot, he is not unable to accept it, but he dares not accept it... How to say it, it is just a little ashamed and nervous. So when the performance is performed later, Sister Ning Jing, you can do whatever you want, just treat me as a piece of wood."

Although Wang Dalun's words sounded very modest and his analysis of the character he played was reasonable, there was still a faint bone in his words. He clearly told Ning Jing: I will play the role of a wood, it depends on how you deal with it.

Ning Jing looked at him in surprise, smiled with a serious smile, and said, "Okay, let's do it."

The indoor drama was arranged in the courtyard that was originally transformed into a police station. Chen Daming spent three months to rent it and naturally had to play the greatest role.

Artist and Jie Jing worked hard for two days and finally transformed one of the rooms into Xiaohui's boudoir.

The pink curtains, bright red sheets, the originally black sofa was specially covered with a cream-yellow cover, and a huge artistic photo of Ning Jing was hung on the wall, with explosive head, smoky makeup, and a low-cut black dress, looking very sexy and wild.

Although it was daytime, in order to create the atmosphere of the night, the curtains were pulled tightly, Chen Daming even asked two propaganda boards that originally decorated the police station to cover the outside windows to prevent light from coming in.

The camera rack was at the door. The photographer debugged the machine and discussed it with the lights. In the dark room, the floor-to-ceiling table lamp was not bright enough. The light also installed a spherical table lamp on the dressing table. The wattage of the light bulb was not high, but it was enough to take care of the bed and sofa.

"I'll sit here in a while. Are you standing or sitting?" Wang Dalun pointed to the big bed with big red printed sheets.

"Then I'll sit on the sofa." Ning Jing said.

The big bed is placed on the side of the wall, right next to the door, and the sofa is against the inside of the bed. The camera rack is at the door and can take care of both of them.

Ning Jing walked to the sofa and sat down. She felt that the sofa was a little deeper. She took the black and white spotted cushion on the side, put it on her back, and tried it again, and then she felt a little more comfortable.

Wang Dalun sat by the bed and looked back at her. Seeing her ionic perm with disheveled hair, she frowned slightly, and suggested: "How about you tugging your hair, you should relax a little at home."

"Yeah?"

Ning Jing walked to the mirror and looked at herself, then put her hair together and looked at her. She couldn't help but smile and said, "It looks a bit ugly when she is covered."

As she said that, she asked her assistant to come over with a rubber band, tied her hair up, shook the ponytail behind her head in the mirror, and then nodded with satisfaction, returned to the sofa and sat down, took out the lighter and cigarette from her bag, and said to Wang Dalun in an exam tone: "Do you think I'm good to smoke?"

The scenes of the two sitting like this are inevitable, and they will be much more lively when doing small movements. But Wang Dalun thought that there would be a kissing scene later, so he didn't want to kiss a mouth full of smoke. Although he was smoking himself, he had just brushed his teeth.

"Don't smoke it anymore, why don't you read the magazine?" Wang Dalun frowned slightly and pointed to the magazine on the coffee table and suggested.

"OK!"

Ning Jing was so kind that she threw the cigarette box onto the coffee table and smiled at him. However, she did not go to get the magazine, but played with the lighter in her hand.

The room had been cleared, and Chen Daming didn't immediately call for filming. He stood at the door and watched the interaction between the two. He wanted to see what kind of sparks would burst out when the former Spanish San Sebastian International Film Festival collided with the new Nantes actors.

When he saw Ning Jing playing with the lighter in his hand, his eyes lit up. He patted the shoulder of the photographer next to him and said, "You will give Ning Jing a close-up shot of the lighter in her hand later."

The people in the house could naturally hear Chen Daming's words. Ning Jing turned her head and nodded to the photographer. The lighter in her hand lit up and turned off, making her play even more casually.

"Each department, ready!"

"photography!"

“No problem with radio.”

“action!”

The photographer pushed the machine and moved slowly behind the curtain.

Wang Dalun sat on the edge of the bed with his head down. Ning Jing was playing with the lighter in her hand. The camera first gave a panoramic view, then pushed forward, giving Ning Jing a close-up of the lighter in her hand.

Ning Jing's hand was placed on her knees, which was the edge of the red skirt, the intersection of black silk and red skirt. The small lighter lit and turned off in her hands.

Both of them were silent, and the atmosphere in the room was a little low.

Wang Dalun raised his head and the camera turned to his face at the right time. He opened his mouth and his Adam's apple squirmed twice, but he didn't say it. He swallowed again, with a difficult expression, and his voice was dry and said, "I'll have to report from the police station tomorrow morning. That, cough cough...why, let's go first?"

After saying that, he immediately lowered his head, and didn't even have the courage to look back at his girlfriend who had been sitting on the sofa behind him for seven years.

Ning Jing raised her head, twisted her slender neck slightly, pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, stood up on the edge of the sofa, paced back and forth for a few steps, and slowly walked to Wang Dalun.

She was wearing a tight red dark pattern shirt on her upper body, and her chest was heavy and looked particularly huge. She pressed towards Wang Dalun sitting on the edge of the bed step by step.

Although Wang Dalun lowered his head, he could see Ning Jing's body gradually approaching him, but he did not dare to look up.

Suddenly, his head obviously felt two soft objects bumping into him. Although Xiaohui reversed Daxing in this scene, because no one had communicated in advance, Wang Dalun subconsciously hid back. But Ning Jing still refused to give up, with a playful smile on her face, leaned forward slightly, and gently hitting his head with her plump breasts.

Too big! Too soft! Just from the perspective of physiological senses, the feeling of hitting the head is undoubtedly very comfortable and exciting. But this is filming, and Wang Dalun's brain rotates quickly, but this scene was something he had not imagined before. He could only dodge passively, and his body leaned back more and more...

Finally reached a limit, Ning Jing pushed his forehead with her hand.

“duang!”

His body fell heavily on the bed, and Ning Jing's fleshy body pressed up hard.

The photographer quickly squatted to give the close-up.

One has a gentle look, the other has a muddy and overwhelmed.

Ning Jing opened her mouth slightly, touched his nose gently, and then bit his lips heavily. He stared at his eyes and responded subconsciously.
To be continued...