What's wrong with rapper being 0!

Yang Feng's tone exploded, and when he turned around to scold, he found that Qin Fangcong had already strode in front of him, leaned over slightly and pressed the top of his head and said.

This sentence was light and quick, and it was almost whispered into Yang Fengyu's ear, and Qin Fangcong's voice stepped on Yang Fengyu's aesthetic point, and half of his body went numb, and he froze and remained motionless.

After Qin Fangcong finished speaking, he straightened up, rubbed Yang Fengyu's prickly cut hair, glanced coldly at Lin Fei, and walked out under everyone's surprised eyes.

"Coconut, he told you..." Before Tian Yuyang could finish speaking, he saw Yang Fengyu's ears were red, his eyes were flickering, and his eyes were blurred, "Coconut?"

Only then did Yang Fengyu suddenly come back to his senses, "What are you doing?"

Tian Yuyang handed him the medicine box, with a little doubt in his eyes, "Are you really going to find him?"

Cheng Wen: "Is he really that brother of yours?"

Yang Fengyu shook his head: "Yes, and no, I...don't know him."

Yang Fengyu clarified the previous oolong in a few words, but his attitude towards Qin Fangcong was ambiguous and full of entanglements.

"If you don't accept his control, you can completely ignore it, and then call the police directly. If you just think he can teach you how to arrange music and make beats, I know a lot of producers, so why bother yourself?" Cheng Wen asked again .

"It's not because he taught me!" Yang Fengyu hurriedly explained, but he didn't know what to say, "How can I be so utilitarian, and besides, I'm not afraid of calling the police because of this stupid thing."

After finishing speaking, he added in a low voice: "Actually, he treats me very well."

Qin Fangcong gave him more than that.

Yang Fengyu also knew it in his heart, logically speaking, with his bad temper, someone else would have scolded him, namely Qin Fangcong.

It's just that Qin Fangcong was so angry that he lied to him!

Yang Fengyu was annoyed by their questions, so he responded casually, turned around and entered the room with the medicine box in his arms, and lay on his back on the bed in a daze.

The gauze on his arm was messed up, but it was tight, and it looked like it wasn't made by a professional.

What is his attitude towards Qin Fangcong?

Yang Fengyu couldn't figure it out.

After learning that he had been hiding all this time, Yang Fengyu was more disappointed than angry.

Yang Fengyu has a sugar bowl, which contains his unknown side, which is not as surly, smelly, and rebellious as the surface.

No one believed him, so he kept carefully hiding the sugar bowl, not wanting to show it to anyone, until he met Qin Fangcong.

He raised his sugar bowl in front of Qin Fangcong, ready to open it, but Qin Fangcong snapped it back for him.

It's like saying, don't show me, I know what virtue you have.

Yang Fengyu held a pillow in his arms, pressed his injured leg on it, and curled up into a small ball.

He was like a cat on guard. He finally let go of his guard against a person, turned out his soft belly, but was punched hard, and his stomach still hurts to this day.

I don't know if I like it or not, but it's pretty sad anyway.

Yang Fengyu was a little sad, he couldn't hold back, and buried his head in the pillow.The room was quiet, and after a while, a small piece of dark water stains appeared on the pillow.

The mobile phone that was charging next to it suddenly vibrated, Yang Fengyu fumbled over it sullenly, and saw that it was Qin Fangcong's news again.

Yang Fengyu wiped his blurred eyes, sniffed, and clicked on the picture he posted.

[. :new device [image]]

Yang Fengyu wiped away his tears, sat up with his pillow in his arms, took a closer look, and found that it was a perfect match.

Yang Fengyu's stinging reply:

[Yeah yeah: what does it matter to me? ]

[Yeah: You can delete that beat, I won’t learn it anymore. ]

[yeah yeah: thanks]

The other side replied quickly:

[. :give you]

[. : I shouldn't lie to you, sorry]

Yang Fengyu was dumbfounded.

According to his understanding, this whole set of sound cards and keyboards is a huge sum of money, to say the least.

[Yeah yeah: You don’t spend money like this, you keep it for yourself, I can’t bear it]

[. : I bought it just for you. ]

[. :audio file.mp3]

[. : I dealt with it briefly, listen to it]

Yang Fengyu hesitated to download the file, then released it with a frown.

The previous equipment was only standard equipment, but Yang Fengyu already felt that it was very powerful. After changing to the top equipment, the texture of the whole song suddenly improved. If the previous equipment could sell for [-] dollars, now the base price is [-] dollars.

Whether Qin Fangcong is accompanist or arranger, he seems to have an inexplicable aura, only changing a few small places, the whole feeling has changed.

Yang Fengyu was a little excited when he heard it, wishing he could run over to get started now, but rationally he still didn't forget what Qin Fangcong had kept from him, so he held back his energy and didn't think about how to reply for a long time.

Another message popped up, it was actually a voice, and it lasted for more than 20 seconds.

Yang Fengyu took out the earphones and put them on, and clicked on the voice, Qin Fangcong's deep voice came slowly, it was different from usual, a little hoarse, it reminded him of the smell of cigarettes on Qin Fangcong's body just now.

"This set of equipment is given to you for no other purpose. I hope you can continue to make music well and don't use it as a cover. The place you live in is too small to fit in. I will send it to you when you find a suitable place. I will temporarily put it here. "

Yang Fengyu still wanted to refuse, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly thought of something.

Didn't he always want to prove the music he made?

Then he will show them.

"Okay, then you can continue to teach me, but I don't want to prostitute for nothing. It's calculated by the hour. Let's make a price. The equipment is also the same. I will give you the original price. I have money."

On the other end, Qin Fangcong exhaled a puff of smoke, wiped out the smoke between his fingers, and said to the microphone, "Where did you get the money from?"

"Don't worry about it!" Yang Fengyu gritted his teeth and said.

.

Facts have proved that Yang Fengyu, whose all cards have been suspended, is the kind who really has no money, not even a penny.

But when he went to look for him the next day, Yang Fengyu still boasted stubbornly in front of Qin Fangcong: "I checked yesterday, and the market price is 5000 for a class of two and a half hours. You are considered a leader in the industry in my mind. Salary [-], okay?"

Qin Fangcong still said the same thing: "Are you rich?"

"Not yet," Yang Fengyu said frankly, "but there will be some sooner or later, and they will be recorded in the account first."

Qin Fangcong raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone was a little loose: "Okay."

Qin Fangcong deliberately slowed down and talked for the whole afternoon.

Yang Fengyu suspected that he did it on purpose, but the whole afternoon was full of practical and dry goods. Not only did he gain a lot, but he also completely forgot about the explanation.

Before leaving, Yang Fengyu thought of something again, and said: "One more thing, since the class is paid for, you are my teacher here, and I will go to the West City for a tour next weekend, so I will ask for a leave of absence first. But after class, we are nothing, You better leave me alone."

"It depends."

"It doesn't matter," Yang Fengyu said, "I'm no different from those Kazakhs that netizens look down on. I smoke, drink, go clubbing and have dreadlocks. You don't care about me. I'm just a punk, bye."

Qin Fangcong frowned and clasped his wrist, "Where are you going?"

Yang Fengyu turned back confidently, "What do you care about me? I want to go wherever I want!"

After speaking, he walked into the elevator and pressed the button on the basement floor, but found that the button didn't light up.

Only then did Yang Fengyu realize that he needed fingerprint permission.Turning his head, he saw Qin Fangcong leaning against the elevator door, with his hands crossed on his chest, looking like he was watching a show.

Yang Fengyu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and directly grabbed his arm, wanting to get his fingerprints, but he pulled him into his arms and dragged him out of the elevator. Yang Fengyu lost his balance and fell straight into his arms.

Qin Fangcong just opened his other arm and hugged him full-on, "Where are you going? I'll see you off."

"Grass……"

Yang Fengyu's cheeks became hot, and Qin Fangcong's steady heartbeat was next to his ear, and he felt that his mind was not normal.

Shame on you!

"Why the hell..." Yang Fengyu asked in a muffled voice, buried his head in front of Qin Fangcong's body and pretended to be dead, and even gave himself a few blows, "What's your business? Are you tired?"

"It's not an idle matter," Qin Fangcong straightened him up, "Think about it yourself."

Yang Fengyu scratched his head and scratched his head, but couldn't figure it out.

"You fucking..." Yang Fengyu suddenly remembered what he said this morning, "You don't fucking want to be my wife, do you?"

As soon as the words fell, Qin Fangcong patted his forehead lightly.

"If you want to be a wife, you don't want to be a wife." Qin Fangcong said lightly.

When the car drove downstairs to the factory sign, everyone was already waiting for him at the door.This is a regular event of TAX every Saturday - drinking time for social animals.

Yang Fengyu ran out of the car in a hurry, thinking that Qin Fangcong would follow him, but when he turned around, he saw the back of the big Benz car sprinting away.

Yang Fengyu felt a little bit lost for no reason.

"Hey, hello," Lin Fei leaned forward and grabbed Yang Fengyu's shoulders, "Look at our little Coconut's reluctance, are you still stubborn?"

"Fuck you!" Yang Fengyu shook off Lin Fei's hand, inexplicably recalling the way he kissed that boy yesterday, his whole body got goosebumps, and he emphasized: "I'm a straight man!"

Lin Fei shrugged: "You are, but he may not be."

"You are really... inexplicable all day long!"

This bar is the head office of the one in Lingcheng, and other people always go there, but Yang Fengyu seems a little unfamiliar.

Some familiar surroundings, and almost identical bar furnishings always reminded him of Qin Fangcong that day.

Still feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach, Yang Fengyu didn't drink any more, ordered a glass of warm water, nestled on the sofa in the booth, and posted a photo on Weibo.

[-AKA Yess: White ones, cattle not cattle. ]

Seeing this, Tian Yuyang immediately called out to Cheng Wen: "Brother Wen, can you take care of him! He does things that expose his privacy all day long."

Cheng Wen shook his head: "I can't control him, Coconut, you don't have to worry about fanatic fans coming to your door in a while, it doesn't matter for girls, but what about male fans?"

"Male fan?" Yang Fengyu paused with his fingertips, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Where the hell did I get a male fan, it's funny."

Thinking of Qin Fangcong, Yang Fengyu suddenly lost interest, deleted that Weibo post, and stayed aside without speaking.

After drinking, I have no appetite, my stomach is empty, I feel a little uncomfortable, and I also miss that cup of warm honey water.

Yang Fengyu called the bartender and asked him if he had honey water.

The bartender gave him a surprised look, "Sorry, no sir."

Yang Fengyu didn't know what to expect, so he took out his phone and looked at it, but there was no new news.

Sure enough, you don't want to care about it?

pretty good.

Yang Fengyu looked at the people who were puffing out the clouds, and thought of Qin Fangcong again, and said suddenly: "I want to smoke too."

Everyone was shocked, but they didn't stop him. Cheng Wen took out a cigarette and handed it to him, and lit it.

Yang Fengyu took it, imitating those old smokers he had seen before, and took a sharp puff.

Before he could swallow it, his lips suddenly became empty, and the smoke was snatched away.

Yang Fengyu frowned and raised his head, the tip of his nose brushed against his sharp chin unexpectedly, and then met a pair of extremely close black eyes.

The cigarette was sucked between the thin lips of the man, and the sparks from the cigarette butt were almost a few millimeters away from Yang Fengyu's upper lip, and he said in a deep voice, "There is no honey water, only porridge."

A familiar voice sounded, Yang Fengyu opened his lips slightly, and stared at him blankly.

The unswallowed cigarette escaped from his mouth, and he didn't inhale half a puff.

The smoke and breath are stacked together, lingering between the two, the light is dim and fuzzy, adding a bit of ambiguity.

Yang Fengyu lost his mind for a moment, his mind was full of only one thought.

As long as he lifts his chin, he can kiss him.

In this way, Qin Fangcong's smoke will definitely fall.