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When Qin Fangcong came to pick him up, Yang Fengyu's face was still red unnaturally, and he hesitated and got into the car.

Just as he was about to speak, Qin Fangcong stretched out his hand and put the back of his hand against Yang Fengyu's forehead, "Have a fever?"

"No!" Yang Fengyu let go subconsciously, and the seat belt bounced back with a "snap".Yang Fengyu hid awkwardly, and asked tentatively, "I didn't do anything strange yesterday, did I?"

Qin Fangcong raised his eyebrows, and the meaning suddenly became subtle. Yang Fengyu swallowed nervously, blinked, and waited for his reply.

"Fasten your seat belt," Qin Fangcong started the car, "We'll talk about it when we get there."

"oh oh."

Yang Fengyu glanced at Qin Fangcong from the corner of his eye. The latter was dressed casually today, his bangs were not raised as usual, and he seemed to be a little black and blue. I don't know if it was an illusion.

Didn't you sleep well last night?

"Tian Yuyang told you all?" Qin Fangcong asked casually.

"Ah?" Yang Fengyu was still at a loss after saying it as if he hadn't said it.

Let's just say that Yang Fengyu was afraid that he would jump out of the window and escape in desperation after learning about the death of the society.

Qin Fangcong glanced at Yang Fengyu, "Why are you blushing?"

Originally, it was just a thin layer of pink, but upon hearing Qin Fangcong's question, Yang Fengyu blushed immediately, and refused to admit it, "No, I'm not blushing. It's too boring..."

Qin Fangcong lowered the car window for him.

The speed of the car was not fast, Yang Fengyu was lying by the window to look at the scenery, and found that the peach blossoms on the side of the road were in bloom, the temperature was gradually rising, and Haicheng had officially entered spring.

Spring is short and it will soon be hot and sweltering summer.

This spring is very special for Yang Fengyu. He opened his first livehouse during the alternation of cold winter and warm spring. Although there were not many people, he was very happy.

Moreover, he still had the opportunity to get in touch with what he had always wanted to learn, composing music for the first time, and everything seemed to be moving in a good direction.

The only surprise was Qin Fangcong.

Yang Fengyu turned to look at him, the latter was driving without distraction, as if he didn't notice Yang Fengyu's gaze.

I have to admit that his attitude towards Qin Fangcong is quite strange.

I can't say I like it, I can't say I hate it, if I have to use one word to describe it, it is "special".

Yang Fengyu is used to being organized and undisciplined. He is the youngest in the label, but he has never obeyed or obeyed.

Yang Fengyu stared at him intently for a while, and the car drove slowly into the underground garage before regaining consciousness, pretending to look away as if nothing had happened.

"Qin Fangcong, do you want to show me the house?"

Qin Fangcong was a little surprised: "Are you moving?"

"No, I'll just ask. Is that friend really you?" Yang Fengyu asked again.

Qin Fangcong didn't respond, but just pushed the seat belt on for him, "Get out of the car."

The elevator stopped on the top floor, Yang Fengyu's mind was full of what Tian Yuyang said, trying to make up what happened last night, a little absent-minded.

As soon as Qin Fangcong stepped out of the elevator, he heard Yang Fengyu ask, "Why did you go to the bar yesterday?"

This question spans a bit too much, Qin Fangcong was slightly taken aback: "What?"

"Is that friend of yours really yourself? The monthly rent is two hundred, and it's not so cheap to do charity. It's still in Zhongcui Garden... Could it be here?"

"You have a hundred thousand reasons?" Qin Fangcong opened the door of the studio, "Come in first."

Yang Fengyu stood still, looking suspiciously at the glass door on the left.

"That's the lounge." Qin Fangcong felt helpless, "I went to the bar to find friends, not to follow you deliberately."

"Oh..." Yang Feng said dumbly.

"How much do you remember about yesterday?" Qin Fangcong motioned Yang Fengyu to sit on the small sofa beside him, and he pulled out the chair and sat down.

Yang Fengyu tried hard to think for a while, and finally shook his head blankly: "I really don't remember at all, if I said something strange...don't worry!! I might just be hilarious..."

Qin Fangcong raised his eyebrows.

Yang Fengyu screamed inwardly, this subtle expression, didn't he really say something that shouldn't be said yesterday?

"Don't you want to release a new song?" Qin Fangcong asked.

Yang Fengyu was startled: "Huh?"

Qin Fangcong clicked on that voice, opened it to the public, and Yang Fengyu's soft and soft voice came out.Yang Fengyu's scalp became numb when he heard it, and he grabbed his phone: "Speak up if you have something to say! Don't let this go!"

What a shame!

"I have a recording studio here, have the lyrics been written yet?"

Yang Fengyu shook his head: "I have inspiration, but I haven't figured out the specific details. But if I have inspiration, I can write very quickly, an hour at most."

"Not in a hurry."

"Then I will go back to the base to write now, and I will come to you after I finish writing!"

"No, I'll lend you the studio. Call me next door when you're done writing, and I'll record it for you." Qin Fangcong said, "I have time."

After finishing speaking, Qin Fangcong pushed open the glass door and pointed to the left.

Yang Fengyu nodded blankly, then suddenly remembered something, "Did I just say this last night?"

Qin Fangcong paused: "Only?"

Yang Fengyu rubbed the back of his head to relieve his embarrassment, and continued: "I woke up this morning... I saw that we talked on the phone for three hours last night, so that's all I said?"

"Well, that's all I said," Qin Fangcong chuckled, "Why, disappointed?"

Yang Fengyu snapped back to his senses, "What a ghost!! No!!!"

He wasn't expecting anything at all!

"Then why don't you hang up..." It's fine if he drank too much. Could it be that Qin Fangcong also drank too much?Too strange.

Qin Fangcong pointed to the computer: "I'm adapting the music, I don't have time."

"...Oh" No wonder there are dark circles under the eyes.

As long as nothing happened, Yang Fengyu was scared to death.

Qin Fangcong: "Let's write, I'm next door."

Yang Fengyu blushed and had a heartbeat for a long time before he recovered. He put on his earphones, turned on the computer, and took the paper and pen on the table.

In fact, Yang Fengyu has already thought about what to write in this song since he first tried to make a beat.

The content is almost effortless, and in less than half an hour, a page has already been filled with eloquence.

It is rare for him to give up the fast-paced arrangement and deliberately lowered tone, as well as the unnecessary strong drumbeats, as if he is telling a story, a story that he wants to chase dreams and freedom.

Yang Fengyu tried to sing a few lines, and her voice, which had not been deliberately changed, was a little more youthful. The lyrics contained a rebellious and rebellious arrogance, with both a sense of rhythm and a sense of story.

Immersive song writing will always make Yang Fengyu's adrenaline soar. After writing, he can't wait to run around in the studio, and he is worried about touching the equipment, so he grabs the piece of paper, jumps and knocks on the door next door.

No one responded.

"Qin Fangcong!" Yang Fengyu shouted, "I'm done writing!!"

Still no one responded.

Yang Fengyu didn't dare to go in hastily, and stuck to the door to listen to the movement inside, but he didn't hear anything.

Are you asleep?

As soon as he pushed open the glass door of the studio and wanted to get his mobile phone, he heard a sound from the entrance, and someone came in.

"Qin..." Normally there would be no one else in this place, Yang Fengyu subconsciously thought it was Qin Fangcong, turned around, but was stunned when he saw the person clearly.

The man was slender and tall, and he was wearing casual casual clothes. He was taken aback when he saw Yang Fengyu, and then he withdrew to look at the house number. After confirming that it was correct, he asked Yang Fengyu again: "Who are you?"

Yang Fengyu was also inexplicable: "Who are you?"

The man looked young, walked straight into the studio, stared at Yang Fengyu and scanned from top to bottom, his brows were slightly frowned, and his tone was not very friendly, "Didn't brother Qin never let outsiders into his work?" Room? Who let you in?"

This mouthful of Brother Qin, plus the deliberately emphasized word "outsider", inexplicably made Yang Fengyu a little awkward, and asked, "Really, didn't you also come in?"

The man said confidently, "Because I'm not an outsider."

"? Then I'm not either." Yang Fengyu was a little unnatural when he said this, but when this person looked at him with a little disgust, it reminded him of the stinky kid next door when he was a child, and couldn't help but add: "Qin Fang Cong let me in, what's wrong?"

"You..." The man frowned even tighter, and glanced at the lit computer screen in the studio, "So where did Brother Qin go? Do you know how valuable those things are? If you break them, you can Responsible?"

In two or three sentences, Yang Fengyu felt his hostility towards him, and the intimacy with Qin Fangcong revealed in the words.

"No matter how expensive it is, it's Qin Fangcong's thing, I only listen to him."

The man was obviously dissatisfied, and Yang Fengyu was about to turn back with all his strength, when he saw Qin Fangcong appearing at the door with a cold face, with a very bad expression on his face.

Noticing Yang Fengyu's gaze, the man turned his head, saw Qin Fangcong's expression changed, and said courteously, "Little Brother Qin!"

Yang Fengyu yelled inwardly that it was not good, Qin Fangcong heard the words that he wouldn't go back, right?

He is still called so kindly, he won't be scolded again, right?

Sure enough, the next second he heard the man say to Qin Fangcong: "Brother Qin, don't you dislike someone entering your studio? Who is he? He didn't say anything when he came in, and he made a mess on the table. "

Among other things, the table was indeed messed up by him, and there were a lot of paper balls piled up, some rolled to the ground, which was out of place with the clean and tidy studio.

As soon as Yang Fengyu raised his eyes, he met Qin Fangcong's ambiguous gaze, and his eyes immediately became a little innocent: "Fuck, it's not my fault, is it?"

Qin Fangcong frowned slightly.

Just as Yang Fengyu was about to speak, Qin Fangcong skipped over the man and walked to Yang Fengyu's side in silence.

"What are you doing!" Yang Fengyu subconsciously took half a step back.

Qin Fangcong took the A4 paper from his hand, "Have you finished writing the song?"

Yang Fengyu nodded.

"You're right," Qin Fangcong put down the paper and looked at the man, tapping the table with his fingertips, "I don't like people coming into my studio."

The man looked at Yang Fengyu without realizing it, "Aren't you going out yet? Little Brother Qin said so!"

"Brother," Yang Fengyu said helplessly, reaching out his hand to gesture between him and Qin Fangcong, "He is obviously asking how you are."

"What about him? Brother Lang asked me to sit casually first. I saw him in the studio, but I hadn't seen him before, so I thought of coming in to remind him."

Yang Fengyu curled his lips, "Don't blame me, okay, I didn't ask you to come in, I didn't break into a private house."

"You... Brother Qin, who is this?"

"He's not someone else, you can go out now."

The man looked surprised: "Brother, this..."

"Don't call me brother," Qin Fangcong interrupted him, "I'm not interested in being someone else's brother."

Yang Fengyu was taken aback.

He heard it right!

At the police station that day, there was someone who was confidently wanting to be his brother!