C-site pheromone

Sister Su came over with a newspaper tube.

"Pretend! Pretend! If you think your sister is not bald enough, just tell me, I'll shave my head when I get back to the hotel tonight!"

There were so many staff on site, she didn't even hit Wen Yaofeng on the head, and she beat Wen Yaofeng's sofa cover next to Wen Yaofeng's shoulder with a few slaps.

Wen Yaofeng handed her a lollipop: "Sister——"

"Don't eat!!"

"I wrote half of it, and Chun Chun wrote half, and we can leave it to the company to do it when we are filming."

Su Qi's facial features squeezed together: "Your literary talent..."

Wen Yaofeng covered his chest: "It's not like I haven't written a song in ECHO these four years!!"

"No, I have to ask the other three to review it for you," Su Qi shook her head: "They will review the company after reviewing the company. If the quality is not good, you can't send it by force, otherwise the fans will spend their money on it."

"okay!"

In the evening, four people held meetings with computers and worked overtime, and went through all the lyrics and music of the twelve songs.

The hotel suite was huge, with guitar mixers placed on both sides of the sofa, and Kurihara Bumonyo simply sat cross-legged on the sofa.

"Look at the quality first. If it doesn't work, let's hurry up and write a few more songs for the company to review."

"The four people here have marked the harmony." Bai Chun handed them the lyrics book, thought for a while and said: "First look at the repetition rate of the genre? If there are too many of the same type, I have time here." Delete a few songs and rewrite them."

"I counted it before I wrote it. Now there are eight fast songs and four slow songs. When I wrote it, I deliberately bypassed the style of your few songs, and there is no similar genre." Wen Yaofeng handed him the earphones and relaxed He leaned on the sofa and said, "Hey, listen first."

The moment the earphones covered him, the world fell silent, only a hoarse and low voice singing beside his ears.

"Before the world sinks, I want to see you again."

"Like the wind blowing in the barren desert, memory shakes and misses."

"As the sky darkens, I can still see the narcissus in your pupils in the dark..."

Holding the earphone in his palm, Bai Chun listened to most of the song, held his breath and looked at Wen Yaofeng.

The latter was also looking at him with his chin propped up, his eyes serious.

Rong Zishe consciously sat a little further away from the dog food circle.

Kurihara's attention was all on the song demo, and he didn't pay attention to the pink bubbles that seemed to be flying around in the room for the time being.

"I've listened to them all. There are a few songs that need to be adapted and stringed." He flipped two pages with a pen in his mouth, and held the book in front of them: "Let's look at the lyrics again. Brother Chun is so good that he doesn't need to move. There is a place where the word repeats or does not rhyme, and it will be corrected tonight."

Wen Yaofeng suddenly reacted.

Wait, if you want to change the word here, wouldn’t it be——

Kurihara cleared his throat and read out the lyrics like a love letter.

"Time is like the light on the side of your hair, making me want to kiss the tip of your ear."

"There's something wrong with this logic. Let's read a few more sentences. Don't use too much imagery like orange ice soda..."

Bai Chun noticed something, and turned his head to observe someone's current reaction.

Kurihara looked like a machine changing words emotionally, reading and analyzing a line, and the smile of Wen Yaofeng next to him gradually stiffened, and smoke began to smoke from the top of his head.

Kurihara read a few lines and felt something was wrong with the quietness of the living room, so he turned his head and said, "Did I say something wrong?"

Rong Zishe just wanted to save the situation, but Bai Chun rubbed his hair with a smile: "The analysis is very good, let's change it."

"Oh, then I'll continue."

Wen Yaofeng was almost burnt out listening to someone reading a love letter, and his reaction was green and nervous, not at all like the usual fear of chaos in the world.

Rong Zishe coughed, trying to remind Kurihara to wake up.

Then came the second sound.

third tone.

Kurihara raised his head inexplicably: "Brother, have you suffered from pharyngitis again?"

Rong Zishe was short of writing 'you wake up' on his face.

Kurihara shivered, belatedly noticing the subtle atmosphere in the living room.

"I'm a little hungry—" the child stood up and ran: "Let's talk tomorrow!!"

Rong Zishe heaved a sigh of relief, and when he got up, he still remembered to take away Kuri Yuan's notebook and gave Bai Chun a subtle look of "take it easy tonight".

"Go to sleep, you guys also go to bed early."

The door slammed shut, and they were alone in the room again.

Bai Chun took the red pen to correct a few places, and casually touched the statue beside him with the cap of the pen.

"It's not finished yet, let's continue to change it."

Wen Yaofeng blushed, don't turn your head and speak in a muffled manner.

"I'll just adjust it myself, don't look at it."

Bai Chun raised his eyes and glanced at him, unmoved.

"After the revision, four people need to record the song together, you can't avoid it."

Wen Yaofeng tried hard to find a bit of majesty: "Work is work!"

"Aren't we talking about work now?"

Bai Chun didn't expect Wen Yaofeng to be so contradictory and cute.

In public, she can flirt with whatever she wants, but in private, she can't be innocent.

He was a little fascinated by his appearance, quietly looked at this guy's awkward appearance for a while, and changed the other paragraphs of words in blue pen.

Wen Yaofeng's inspiration for writing songs can be mass-produced, coupled with the ups and downs of this year, the mood has changed again and again, and the songwriting is indeed much more delicate and vivid than before.

Bai Chun likes to watch him dance, and the liking filter automatically increases the score of the lyrics by several notches, but it's just a few compliments in his heart that don't show on the surface, and he looks calm and calm, with no touch.

Wen Yaofeng poured two cups of hot tea, thought for a while and found some biscuits and snacks, and sat by the coffee table to watch him change his words.

After thinking for a while, he whispered.

"What do you think... what I wrote?"

Bai Chun kept moving, his eyes fixed on the paper.

"It's very detailed and the progress is obvious."

Wen Yaofeng's eyes lit up, he smiled and hummed to adapt the song.

The two were in the same room, one correcting the words and the other the manuscript, the room was quiet only the rustling of pens and the sound of keyboards.

I don't know how long it took before Bai Chun spoke again.

"Actually, I've always felt that you only become real when you take care of others."

Wen Yaofeng took a sip of saliva, pretending not to understand: "Really, I didn't feel it."

"You rarely ask for anything for yourself."

Bai Chun stopped working and sighed softly.

"It looks fierce and unreasonable. What I did for the past four years was for ECHO and the three of us, and I didn't want anything for myself."

The first thing Bai Chun paid attention to when he entered the company was Wen Yaofeng, and he probably spent the longest time with him among the three of ECHO.

After several years of getting along with ECHO, it is inevitable to have quarrels and bumps. In fact, Wen Yaofeng is the one who bows his head the fastest and maintains the relationship between the four of them.

It's like guarding the only home with every possible care.

Kurihara can snooze, Rong Zishe is often greedy, Bai Chun likes to grow flowers and potted plants and secretly drinks alcohol, only Wen Yaofeng seems to be devoting all his attention to work, and even in the trough period of ECHO, he is also constantly training intensively throughout the day sky.

"Yaofeng, in fact, you can also try to let go."

Bai Chun lowered his voice very softly, as if he was afraid of angering a wolfhound that had been imprisoned for too long.

"You can make mistakes, you can ask for more for yourself than it's all about the group or the three of us."

"Sometimes... I don't even feel that you're alive."

He himself has been burdened with too many things, and when he sees Wen Yaofeng, he will feel the heavy weight that has been carried for too long, even if the other party has never mentioned it, as if he saw the same kind.

Wen Yaofeng sat back a lot, picked up the glass and took a sip, drinking slowly.

He has faced many problems.

The family is like a messy property relationship, and the media's mean and tricky traps, he can handle each of them cleanly and beautifully, and the answers are impeccable.

But the question Bai Chun raised had no answer in his mind.

Even if I think about it carefully, I can't find any clues.

"Is it important?"

"important."

"Bai Chun, I don't want to be too naive in front of you," Wen Yaofeng laughed, lowered his head and said softly: "I have never loved myself, and I don't know what to do."

"It's like dogs can't fly."

"I'm willing to not touch salt for more than ten days for a performance, or I can bake under dozens of spotlights all night in summer."

"But if you say, I can live more comfortably..."

It's like giving me a paper that doesn't even have a title.

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly hugged.

The shoulders were tightly encircled by the arms, and even the slightly cold neck was touched by the warm breath.

"it's actually really easy."

Bai Chun hugged him, allowing his emotions to ferment and grow at close range.

"Reject, demand, and express."

"My sister said these three words to me on my 20th birthday."

"Although I encountered a lot of things later, fortunately, I survived and remembered who I was because of these three words."

Bai Chun invisibly rubbed against Wen Yaofeng's neck, his voice lowered.

"Yaofeng, thank you for pulling me out of the vortex."

"I want to grab you too, if I can."

There has always been a complex but pure bond between them.

When he was young, he relied on his will to compete, but the misunderstanding created hatred and pain, and he was entangled by the hormonal pheromones.

Even now that all the truth is revealed, it seems that the chemical reaction has just begun.

Wen Yaofeng didn't speak for a long time, just sniffing the faint fragrance of Bai Chun's hair.

He looked at the side of his white and soft neck, the scarlet birthmark was like half a peach blossom.

Every time, every time he got so close, he tested almost all of his self-control.

They can clearly feel the emotional changes in the other person's heart, as well as the slight arousal of desire.

"Chunchun," Wen Yaofeng said softly, "I want to mark you."

I want to bite open your glands and put my taste in your blood.

Seeing your frowning and flushed eyes, you even maliciously delayed the time longer.

It's not because of the restless estrus period, nor is it because the program is about to be recorded to prevent pheromone problems.

Mark it once today, and there will be many more times in the future, until the reproductive cavity is pushed away, and then injected in knots to fully occupy it.

There is no excuse, it is desire, it is love too much.

"...Is it okay to make such a request?"

He looked at him like a final question before a hunt.

Bai Chun let go of his hand, lowered his eyes and thought for a while.

Then lightly smiled.

"Okay."