Leisure male god

Chapter 74 Recording Songs
Yanjing City, inside the Jiayin recording studio.

In the well-equipped recording studio, not many people came to record songs.

It seems that none of them are professional singers, some are recorded for fun, and some are recorded as short videos and uploaded to the platform.

This has led to uneven levels, and fortunately the sound insulation effect of the recording studio is good.

"Why are you looking at your phone all the time, memorizing lyrics?"

Ling Gan glanced at Ning Xincheng, then turned his head to continue watching the people in the recording studio recording songs.

Ever since she brought Ning Xincheng here, Ning Xincheng would always turn on the screen of her Huawei Honor phone from time to time, as if answering messages.

"No, my family is going to travel to Yanjing." Ning Xincheng was worried, but there was a forced smile on his face.

My aunt sent me a message, at first she told me to go home, and later she said that I would come to Yanjing to celebrate my birthday with my cousin Chenchen.

Since coming to Yanjing, Ning Xincheng has rarely felt freedom, but now she finds that the ropes that bind her have never disappeared.

There was inevitably a gloomy look on the face that was so beautiful.

Things like my cousin Chenchen's birthday, since I went to full-time high school, I basically haven't participated in them.

My aunt came to Yanjing for other reasons, and Ning Xincheng didn't know what my aunt wanted me to do.

"Travel, then I will be their tour guide"

Ning Xincheng's original family matter, just leaving it alone is not an option, Ling Gan will not avoid talking about such a matter, and find a way to solve it.

Ling Gan said casually, the person in charge of the recording studio also came over at this time.

He was an uncle wearing a peaked cap, with long artistic hair and a kind smile on his face.

"Hi, may I ask who recorded the song?"

"Her, how long will it take?"

Ling Gan gestured to Ning Xincheng next to him, and the man in the peaked cap had already spoken with a smile.

I'm still a little embarrassed, "It's ok, sir, if you want to record a song next time, it's best to make an appointment in advance."

Or maybe it's inexperienced, Ling Gan smiled, seeing the people walking out, there was obviously no one behind.

After receiving the exquisite business card from Uncle Wang Hongjin in the peaked cap, he glanced around the recording studio. The equipment and environment are not bad, and it can be used as a long-term position.

"Understood, there may be a few more times before the end of the year, so I'll make an appointment first."

Wang Hongjin smiled, long-term users didn't care, "Then let's start recording songs."

But Ling Gan didn't finish his sentence, "I think our recording studio is also very good, if it's suitable, I will come here often."

Pulling off his peaked cap, Wang Hongjin smiled, thinking that Ling Gan was talking about the right price, but only after hearing Ling Gan's request did he realize that this person is not short of money.

"My request to record a song may be troublesome, and it will take a long time. It will definitely delay our time, so why not just pay for it?"

Baotian, he was really looking forward to such a great event, he was making a steady profit, and the smile on his face naturally brightened.

The reason why Ling Gan chose this recording studio is very simple. It is not far from Beijing Film Studio and Shang University, and it is just beside Lianhua Lake.

Ning Xincheng has no experience, and the recording time will definitely be long, and he must strive for excellence.

If it was possible, Ling Gan would want to pay a monthly subscription to let Ning Xincheng practice more. With Ning Xincheng's voice, it must be a piece of unpolished jade.

"Linggan, can I go out and make a phone call?"

Ling Gan was chatting with Wang Hongjin when Ning Xincheng poked his back lightly with his fingers, making it itchy.

"Go ahead, don't ask me specifically"

Ning Xincheng smiled reluctantly and nodded, then walked out of the recording studio absent-mindedly.

Ling Gan was chatting with the staff in the recording studio while waiting for Ning Xincheng to come back.

For a while, I teased the singing of a certain singer, and for a while, I played the song of a certain king, and the atmosphere was very pleasant.

……

In the corridor outside the recording studio, Ning Xincheng found a leeward corner, leaned against it, and turned around again when it was a little cold.

After dialing my aunt's number, I kicked the unpainted concrete wall from time to time with my little feet in white shoes, feeling very preoccupied.

woooooo~
Outside the room of the recording studio, the autumn wind was blowing high and making whining noises. It was very windy today.

beep~
beep~
After ringing for half a minute, the phone finally connected.

"Crooked? Xincheng, what's wrong?"

Aunt Liu Guiling's spy voice came from the other end of the phone.

For a moment, Ning Xincheng didn't know what to say. She kicked the gray concrete wall with her little foot, and it hurt a little.

"Oh, you are asking about your cousin Chenchen's birthday?"

Seeing that Ning Xincheng was silent, Liu Guiling continued talking.

"You don't need to come back on purpose. It's quite far away. I didn't think about it before."

"I just asked for a vacation for Chenchen. We are coming to Yanjing. Your uncle is here to find some friends to do something. We also come to Yanjing to have fun. Let's get together as a family."

Liu Guiling said with a smile that a classmate of her husband Yang Fakai is a photographer in the modeling circle.

Chatting at the dinner that day, I heard that being a model is very profitable, Liu Guiling wanted Ning Xincheng to try.

"Oh, auntie, I'll pick you up"

Before, Liu Guiling asked Ning Xincheng to go home, saying that it was for her cousin Chenchen's birthday, but in fact, she wanted Ning Xincheng to meet the photographer of the model circle.

But now the photographer from the model circle had returned to Yanjing a few days ago, and it happened that her husband Yang Fakai came to Yanjing to do some business, so he came to find Ning Xincheng together.

Ning Xincheng actually doesn't like to take the train, the time passes very slowly, the signal is not good, and the air seems to be stagnant.

When she came to Yanjing by train to go to school, Ning Xincheng often looked out of the window in rapt attention.

The scenery changes, the sun sets and the yellow moon hangs high, and one's mood is unconsciously depressed.

A happy smile appeared on his face, aunt and the others came to Yanjing, at least he didn't have to take the train back.

"Part-time job? It doesn't tire you, and you can't make a lot of money. Let's quit."

When Liu Guiling heard Ning Xincheng talk about part-time jobs, she said indifferently, can part-time jobs make money as a model?

"Aunt who is not tired, when will you arrive?"

When Ning Xincheng heard that her aunt told her to quit her job, she had a worried look on her face. She was afraid that her aunt would make another decision for her.

"Tomorrow night, what is that part-time job you do, tell me about it"

"Hit, clean up," Ning Xincheng replied softly.

Liu Guiling's voice raised an octave, "Hey~ You're a cleaning worker from Beijing Film Studio, you're okay, quit quickly, I'll help you find a suitable one."

"It's not cleaning, aunt, I'm fine now, no need"

Ning Xincheng still said in a soft voice, she was afraid that her aunt would yell at her, and her aunt had a bad temper.

"Ning Xincheng, do you have hard wings? You don't want my aunt to take care of you after you go to college. You are hurting my aunt too much."

Liu Guiling's tone was cold and hard, as if tied in a knot, tightening Ning Xincheng's fair neck.

"No, aunt, don't be angry, I'll pick you up then"

Ning Xincheng's crescent eyebrows were tightly clustered, like a lark bound in a cage.

"It's about the same, don't worry, your uncle and a friend have some contacts in the Yanjing model circle, I'll introduce you in."

"aunt……"

Hearing her aunt talk about being a model, Ning Xincheng understood what she had been secretly worried about.

Clenching her pink fists makes her more courageous, Ning Xincheng wants to refuse.

"That's it, you want to pick us up, don't forget"

Before Ning Xincheng could finish speaking, the phone had already hung up.

The windows that were not closed tightly were blown away by the crowded autumn wind, and there was a chill in the corridor.

Ning Xincheng glanced at the recording studio, and Ling Gan's laughter came from inside.

Rubbing her pretty face with no sensuality, she took a few deep breaths, trying to get rid of the depression on her body.

Ning Xincheng pretended to be very happy and walked in.

(End of this chapter)