What's wrong with rapper being 0!

Seeing that he was holding the handkerchief still, Qin Fangcong frowned, took it back from his hand, and spread it on Yang Fengyu's face.

Only then did Yang Fengyu suddenly realize that he actually said this to Qin Fangcong just now, took the handkerchief and wiped it carelessly, "It's okay, I'm not unhappy."

Qin Fangcong took out a piece of paper and stretched it towards his chin.

There was still a drop of water hanging there, just as Qin Fangcong stretched out his hand, the drop fell on his tiger's mouth, it was cool.

Looking at Yang Fengyu, there are still drops of water on the eyelashes, the tip of the small nose is flushed, half of his face has been wiped red by him, there is also water on his neck, and it slides all the way down to the collarbone.

Qin Fangcong squinted his eyes and straightened his hat which was tilted to one side.

Yang Fengyu hesitated and didn't want to go back, so he sent a message to Tian Yuyang, planning to go for a walk.

Already at the entrance of the gymnasium, Qin Fangcong was still following him, Yang Fengyu turned around wonderingly: "Aren't you going back?"

Qin Fangcong shook his head, "Bored."

"Then..." Yang Fengyu asked tentatively, "Do you want to go?"

Qin Fangcong took a step past him, almost in front of Yang Fengyu, opened the curtain of the door, and a gust of cold air and his breath rushed towards his face at the same time.

The rain has stopped, but the temperature at night is even lower, Yang Fengyu really doesn't wear much, even a thick coat is useless.

Qin Fangcong stepped back and sent a message to the driver.

Yang Fengyu sniffed, and wrapped his coat tighter, "It's okay, I'm in good health, let's go?"

Qin Fangcong glanced at him lightly, "Wait."

Yang Fengyu let out a muffled "Oh", but actually did not move without saying a word.

A face is crossed, and the eyes are also flickering.

Just now, he was aggressive and aggressive, like a lion cub with fried hair, but now he is listless.

Yang Fengyu lowered his head and saw a small piece of muddy water on the toe of his shoe.

Just when he was about to squat down to wipe, a dry and warm hand was suddenly pressed to his forehead, causing him to raise his head slightly and meet the frowning Qin Fangcong.

There was a trace of heat coming from the palm, which really made Yang Fengyu feel a little dizzy.

Qin Fangcong only stuck to it for a moment, then turned over his palm and touched it with three fingers on the back of his hand.

Only then did Yang Fengyu realize that he was feeling the temperature of his forehead, he took a half step back uncomfortably, and said vaguely: "I just took the medicine, I'm fine."

Qin Fangcong withdrew his hand as usual.

After a while, the familiar big Benz stopped at the entrance of the gymnasium. After getting on the car, Qin Fangcong told the driver directly: "Go back to the Conservatory of Music."

Yang Fengyu was originally in a daze, but his eyes lit up when he heard these words, "Do you want to go back to the studio?"

"Ah."

Li Xin hurriedly said: "Little classmate, just give me an address, and I will take you back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked through the rearview mirror and saw Qin Fangcong's expression sinking a bit. Before he realized whether he had said something wrong, he heard Yang Fengyu say: "Well... I can go to your studio to see ?"

Without waiting for Qin Fangcong to respond, Yang Fengyu followed, "If it's inconvenient, forget it!"

Only then did Qin Fangcong's expression soften, and he nodded towards Yang Fengyu, "It's a bit messy, and I haven't cleaned it up yet."

"You're still calling it a mess..." Yang Fengyu thought of his and Tian Yuyang's rental house, which was full of life and surprisingly chaotic.

"In comparison, it's not chaotic." Qin Fangcong's face remained unchanged.

Yang Fengyu's face became hot, and he suddenly remembered that this person had been there.

However, Qin Fangcong didn't say much, as if he was not the same person as the expressionless one just now.

The studio was spotless, Yang Fengyu stood at the door and didn't go in, Qin Fangcong took off his shoes, took out a plastic shoe cover from the shoe rack and handed it to Yang Fengyu.

"Slippery, slow down." Qin Fangcong said, turning on the central air conditioner.

Yang Fengyu put on the shoe covers, and as soon as he entered, he smelled a smell of decoration that hadn't dissipated. He couldn't help but frowned, "I'll go, it smells like formaldehyde. I just finished the renovation. Is it really okay to work here often?"

"Not often."

Otherwise, everything will not be packed.

The first floor has a large area but not many things. There is a desk on the left side of the window, a small bookshelf behind it, and even a refrigerator.

Facing the window, there is a small bar table with colorful glass wine bottles on it.

I'll go, it's too petty.

"You asked about my equipment in the afternoon, it's on it."

Only then did Yang Fengyu look away, and looked along, feeling a little excited, "Can I go and have a look?"

Qin Fangcong didn't answer, but just raised his chin, signaling Yang Fengyu to go up, and the latter's eyes lit up, and he jumped up with a few steps.

Yang Fengyu didn't dare to move, his heart was beating fast, and he waited for Qin Fangcong to come up before asking: "Will you teach how to use these devices in class?"

"Yeah." These were prepared by Qin Fangcong for the class, and they were not expensive, but Yang Fengyu treated them like treasures, and was careful when touching them.

"Isn't this a lot of money?" Yang Fengyu withdrew his hand resentfully.

Qin Fangcong reported a number, and Yang Fengyu's expression became even more broken.

"Want to learn?"

Yang Fengyu nodded furiously: "That's too much to think about!! Why don't you go to class..."

"I teach you."

Yang Fengyu was taken aback, "What?"

"No time?"

Only then did Yang Fengyu come to his senses, "Yes!! I...I don't go to school now, I don't have anything, I have plenty of time!"

Qin Fangcong pulled out the chair and sat down, turned on the computer, "This set is only standard, what type of beat do you want?"

Yang Fengyu stood aside, clicked on a few of his own songs, and played them to Qin Fangcong nervously.

The latter raised his eyebrows after hearing this, and quickly made up a section: "This kind."

A short piece of melody was released from the small stereo, and the drumbeat and rhythm were very exciting and special, which belonged to the same style as the accompaniment used in other songs.Yang Fengyu's eyes almost lit up after listening, "Yes!!! You are amazing, I bought this accompaniment for two hundred dollars..."

Qin Fangcong sighed helplessly, and closed the computer, "This equipment won't work, let's try another day, and I'll send you the address."

"Ah... good!!" Yang Fengyu was still a little unsatisfied, and asked tentatively: "Do you also do rap?"

Qin Fangcong frowned when he heard the word "engagement", "I'm a musician and I do everything."

"Then..." Yang Fengyu's voice was a little raw, and he hesitated for a while before saying, "Then what do you think of rap? Do you also think... I'm not suitable for hardcore?"

Qin Fangcong took a sip of wine in a leisurely manner, turned his head, and stared at Yang Fengyu intently.

Yang Fengyu was a little flustered by his gaze, she staggered her gaze, and landed on the corner of his stubble-grown mouth, seeing his thin lips open, Yang Fengyu breathed a little more quickly.

"It's just whether you like it or not, it doesn't matter whether it's suitable or not."

Yang Fengyu followed Qin Fangcong all the way down to the first floor, still feeling hot on his face.

When people talk about the things they like, the adrenaline will always soar, let alone when they are approved by professionals, Yang Fengyu's cheeks turn red, and he even wants to drink.

It was still early, and Yang Fengyu suddenly didn't want to leave, and was afraid that Lai would delay Qin Fangcong's affairs here, so he didn't have the nerve to speak up.

Qin Fangcong saw through his little thoughts at a glance, and asked, "Sit for a while?"

Yang Fengyu responded immediately: "Okay!"

Ying Wan felt a little embarrassed again, scratched his head and said, "I'll wait for Tian Yuyang to go back together..."

Qin Fangcong's expression changed slightly, he pulled out a chair and sat down in front of the bar.

Yang Fengyu also sat on it, with his legs dangling in the air for a while, and was quickly attracted by the various glass bottles. The labels were all in English, and Yang Fengyu couldn't understand them.

"Want to drink?"

Yang Fengyu nodded.

Qin Fangcong went straight to the right and pushed open the door.

Yang Fengyu poked his head to look around, but the door was closed again.

When he came out again, he held two glasses of wine in his hand, and put one of them directly in front of Yang Fengyu.It is transparent and colorless, with a few slices of lime soaked in it and bubbles on top.

"Try it."

"What is this?" Yang Fengyu pinched the straw and took a sip. It was very refreshing and the alcohol taste was very light.

"Mojito."

Qin Fangcong was holding a cup of orange-red tea that looked like black tea. Yang Fengyu was a little surprised and asked, "What about yours? Black tea?"

Qin Fangcong remained silent, handed him the cup and raised his eyebrows: "Take a sip, make it smaller."

Yang Fengyu took a sip suspiciously, the smell of alcohol came to his nostrils, and he was a little choked, but Qin Fangcong withdrew his hand in time, and he didn't even drink much.

"long Island Ice Tea."

"... Oh." Yang Fengyu didn't know what Long Island Iced Tea was, and he didn't dare to say more. In fact, he didn't know how to drink at all.

I am not afraid of darkness at all, and cannot be exposed.

"Why do you like hardcore?" Qin Fangcong put down his cup and asked suddenly.

If it were someone else, Yang Fengyu would serve you in four big characters—it's none of your business.

But chatting with Qin Fangcong felt inexplicably comfortable, even though the other party said very little, Yang Fengyu was very happy to chat with him.

"It's not just hardcore, it's just that I like the drums to be stronger. It feels... every hit can hit my heart, and the lyrics are also, there is a sense of impact."

Yang Fengyu sniffed, with an inexplicable grievance in his voice: "Do you also think I am suitable for the melody?"

"I've said it all," Qin Fangcong said helplessly, "I don't talk about whether it's suitable or not, but whether I like it or not."

"Then what do you like?" Yang Fengyu asked suddenly, "I think you should be very picky."

Qin Fangcong knew that he was asking about the music style, but seeing his flickering eyes full of curiosity, Qin Fangcong suddenly wanted to tease him.

"I like pretty ones." Qin Fangcong narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Fengyu, as if deliberately emphasizing it to him, "Be good."

"Then you definitely don't like me," Yang Fengyu didn't react for a while, blinked, and found something wrong after following his words, "What is it, I was asking what style you like! You are stupid!"

"Do everything," Qin Fangcong said, "I don't like anything."

"Is that so..." Yang Fengyu was thoughtful, "Maybe only by experimenting with styles, can I know what I like or not."

Qin Fangcong suddenly shouted: "Yang Fengyu."

"Ok?"

Yang Fengyu responded subconsciously, and only then did he realize, how did he know his original name?

But Yang Fengyu soon lost the mind to delve into this question, because Qin Fangcong asked again: "Why don't you like singing melodies?"