Chapter 309 - Chapter 309: 141 Recording (Revision 1)_3

Chapter 309: 141 Recording (Revision 1)_3

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The words dropped quickly, and her gaze fell on a white skirt with lotus patterns embroidered with silver threads. As she walked, the skirt flowed and rippled, indescribably beautiful.

Deep feelings of inferiority suddenly emerged from her heart. In the face of such extreme beauty and gentleness, all words seemed pale.

“Thank you.” The pleasant sound fell on her ears, like a clear spring hitting rocks, crisp and tinkling.

Ming Jing glanced at the camera, and the cameraman who was carrying it felt his legs go weak.

“So, it starts now?” Ming Jing asked casually.

“Recording began when you stepped in here. From now on, your every move will be recorded by the camera. Later, there will be selective editing and then the footage can be broadcasted on television, ” Lu Xinyu explained.

Ming Jing nodded.

Lu Xinyu glanced at her and quickly lowered her head: “Let’s go to the log cabin together, your seniors are waiting for you there.”

Ming Jing followed Lu Xinyu into the village.

Ye Zhen played the role of an invisible assistant, following Ming Jing by her side. Seeing the world from this angle was quite novel.

Some old villagers sat at the entrance of the village while children played and followed the group of strangers curiously.

As they approached an intersection, suddenly two children dashed out. One of them bumped into Ming Jing. The child panicked and grabbed Ming Jing’s skirt. Ming Jing bent down to support him, saying gently, “Be careful.”

The child looked up blankly, “Are you a fairy?”

The young girl smiled gently, “No, I’m not.”

The little boy suddenly let go, his face filled with horror.

A striking black handprint was now visible on the girl’s pristine white skirt.

Seeing this, Lu Xinyu scolded him with a stern face: “Why are you running around like this? You look so dirty, like you just crawled out of a mud pit! You’ve ruined her skirt, even selling you wouldn’t be enough to compensate.”

Shivering with fear, the little boy realized these were big celebrities from the city that couldn’t be messed with. He had dirtied the celebrity’s skirt; would she ask him for compensation? If his grandfather found out, he would surely be punished severely.

Ming Jing glanced at Lu Xinyu, who involuntarily stiffened and swallowed the rest of her rebuke.

The beautiful celebrity who looked like a fairy gently brushed the dirty spot and smiled softly, “You didn’t do it on purpose, did you?”

Compared to the woman’s domineering presence, her voice was too pleasant and gentle, reminding him of his mother, who had been away from home for a long time. His eyes reddened unconsciously.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” he choked out.

The young girl squatted in front of him and gently wiped his tears: “So why are you scared? Your sister won’t blame you because it wasn’t intentional.”

Her delicate, fair fingers contrasted starkly with the boy’s dirty, black face. Everyone around stared dumbfounded at the scene, captivated by the young girl’s gentle and forgiving demeanor.

The little boy beamed, “Thank you, sister. ”

“Go ahead and play,” Ming Jing gently patted his head.

The boy hesitated for a moment, and then stammered, “Sister, my name is

Xiao Hoo, can I visit you and play?”

As Lu Xinyu was about to scold him for being presumptuous, Ming Jing smiled and nodded, “Of course, do you know where I live?”

The little boy pointed in the direction of the village’s end, “The log cabin, it was very old and worn before you came. Now it’s beautiful.”

Ming Jing laughed and said, ‘You’re welcome to visit the log cabin.”

All of this was recorded by the camera.

The little boy shyly ran off, leaving Ming Jing standing. The other children’s curiosity towards her faded, replaced by warm enthusiasm and admiration. They followed Ming Jing along the way, the procession growing longer and longer.

Lu Xinyu said discontentedly, “Ms. Ming Jing, you shouldn’t be so friendly to these kids. They’ll take advantage of you, and what will you do if they keep pestering you?” She thought Ming Jing was trying too hard to create a persona.

Ming Jing replied indifferently, “Children are naive and pure, how can you think of them like that?”

Feeling criticized for her well-meaning advice, Lu Xinyu thought this newcomer was simply arrogant.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the log cabin. In front of it stood a large elm tree, its thick and verdant branches providing ample shade. Standing behind the cabin were mountains, and fields of vegetables and fruits on either side. A small stream wound through the distance, creating a picturesque landscape of rural life.

Through the low wooden gate, they could see the courtyard, where a group of people were surrounded by laughter and chatter. On the outskirts, a crowd of people huddled under a canopy, where all the machinery was stationed.

From this point on, both the assistants and the director stayed off-screen, and Ming Jing faced the camera alone.

As she approached the wooden gate, Ming Jing glanced at the camera mounted above. The log cabin was surrounded by 360-degree cameras, and once she stepped into the yard, she would lose all semblance of privacy. Every nuance of her expressions would be captured by the high-tech cameras.

Ming Jing adjusted her skirt and pushed open the wooden door.

“Brother Feitai, your song ‘White Robe’ is just too nice! I can sing it too, let me sing it for you…” The young girl was just about to start when she saw a girl in a white robe entering through the door.

She suddenly shrieked, pointing in the direction of the entrance, “Brother Feitai, has the person in your song become a fairy?

It couldn’t be said to be unrelated, just too similar.

Xiao Wenwen’s words made everyone’s gaze turn to the entrance.

Qu Feitai disliked these occasions, but since he had promised to be involved, he had no choice but to endure the flattery of these people who used the same phrases over and over. Just as he was feeling bored, a young girl at his side suddenly pointed towards the entrance.

Did the person in his song become a fairy?

It was a joke; even Ma Lang’s divine brush could not capture one-tenth of Ming Jing’s charm.

He hated that everyone devalued Ming Jing.

Qu Feitai’s eyebrows instantly furrowed with cold viciousness, and he turned his head towards the entrance, suppressing his rage..