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Qin Lang hung up the phone and came too late. As soon as he entered the door, he found that Qian Mu had entered Qin Fangcong's studio. As soon as he walked over, he heard Qin Fangcong's words.

"Qin Fangcong, how do you talk to the guests? It's quite unfamiliar for people of the same age to call you elder brother, and it will be fine to call you by your first name in the future." Qin Lang walked to the door, and only then saw Yang Fengyu who was covered by Qin Fangcong, His face changed slightly: "Why are you here?"

Yang Fengyu looked over and felt that the man looked strangely familiar, but couldn't remember where he saw it for a while, so he asked, "Who are you?"

Qin Fangcong turned sideways to block Qin Lang's sight, and said in a calm tone, "I don't have a guest like you who likes to bring people into private houses."

Qin Lang knew he was wrong, "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you that I picked up Qian Mu on the way. I just called at the door and asked him to come in first."

Qian Mu also reacted, and smiled at Qin Fangcong: "I'm sorry, I was too reckless to disturb you, let's... go out and wait for you."

Qin Lang: "It's set at 06:30, it's one o'clock now, you can watch the time Qin Fangcong, uncle asked me to call you."

"You know it's only one o'clock now?" Qin Fangcong said, "You can drink tea yourself."

The door was closed, but Yang Fengyu still hadn't recovered from it.

"Don't you dislike being someone else's elder brother? I'm not human?" Yang Fengyu blurted out teasing.

"Well," Qin Fangcong said lazily, leaning against the table, "Didn't I say that you are not someone else."

Yang Fengyu was taken aback, and his voice was as low as a mosquito: "I thank you, you didn't say I'm not human."

Qin Fangcong used two slender fingers to pick up the thin A4 paper. The collar of his jacket was open, and his whole body exuded a relaxed atmosphere that was different from usual, and his voice was particularly hoarse.

Yang Fengyu glanced at his flamboyant handwriting, and said, "Can you understand my handwriting?"

"Ah."

Yang Fengyu blushed for no reason, pointing to the paper and explaining to him, "It's just that I'm too excited to write. In fact, my writing is not so ugly."

"Well, the signature is pretty nice."

"Damn! Can you not mention this big oolong!!" Yang Feng said angrily, and Qin Fangcong tapped his head with the end of his pen.

Qin Fangcong's eyes were focused, and he scanned them line by line. With his other hand under his lips, he cleared his throat from time to time.

"Did I wake you up just now?" Seeing him like this, Yang Fengyu couldn't help asking.

"No, Qian Mu is noisy." Qin Fangcong pulled away the chair and motioned Yang Fengyu to sit down, "I knew Qin Lang was here, so I didn't lock the door."

Who knew it would be so familiar.

Yang Fengyu said "Oh", and the piece of paper was placed in front of him. Immediately afterwards, a familiar breath enveloped his side, carrying the scent of fabric softener, and touched Yang Fengyu's arm vaguely.

From the corner of the eye, I saw Qin Fangcong bent down, leaning on the table with one hand, holding a pen with his slender fingers, sketching on the A4 paper, Yang Fengyu was a little embarrassed.

"Overall, it's not bad. I have a suggestion for some details. Whether you want to change it or not is up to you..."

The deep and hoarse breath came into Yang Fengyu's ears with a wave of heat. Yang Fengyu didn't listen to a word. The forehead was tapped lightly with a pen before he came back to his senses and subconsciously asked, "Are they your friends?"

"Yang Fengyu," Qin Fangcong laughed, "are you listening to me?"

Yang Fengyu honestly shook his head, really not.

He always felt that Qin Fangcong was alienated, but in just one day, three "friends" popped up, and Yang Fengyu realized that Qin Fangcong seemed to be different from the one he knew.

It can be said that they are friends, but Yang Fengyu feels that Qin Fangcong's attitude is a bit cold, and he hasn't treated him well.

"No," Qin Fangcong denied, "The taller one is my cousin, and the shorter one is his friend."

"Cousin?"

"Well, there is a dinner at noon today, and he came early. Qian Mu was brought by him. The family knows each other, but they don't know each other well. They like to make friends, so don't worry about it."

Yang Fengyu didn't know why he had to explain, but it was quite useful.

"Qin Fangcong," Yang Fengyu asked again, "Why don't you like people coming to your studio?"

"Trouble." Qin Fangcong said, poking Yang Fengyu's cheek with a pen, "The hourly salary is five thousand, and you have already talked nonsense about 200 yuan."

Yang Fengyu's eyes widened in disbelief, and he knocked on the head again.

Qin Fangcong repeated what he said just now, and then sketched on the paper, "There is no need to make major changes, the whole song is already very complete, but the hook part, if you add a little melody, the effect will be better than now."

Yang Fengyu also came back to his senses, his expression froze, and he asked bitterly: "How much is one point? I really can't sing too much."

Qin Fangcong patted the back of Yang Fengyu's head, "Go into the recording studio, and revise while singing."

Outside the well-insulated door, Qin Lang and Qian Mu were chatting casually.

"Are you okay, Qian Mu? Qin Fangcong is like that, he doesn't care about other things, just those equipments, he treasures them like his wife every day, don't worry too much."

Qian Mu looked a little lonely: "I know Brother Qin, and I have known him for so long. I thought I knew his character quite well. I didn't expect that I haven't seen him for so many years. This is the first time I have seen him protect people like this."

"You mean Yang Fengyu?" Qin Lang waved his hand, "Qin Fangcong has been protecting that little one since he was a child, it's incomparable."

"Being young? Didn't brother Qin go abroad at a very young age, and he seldom returned to China in recent years? Have they been in touch all the time?"

"It's not that my uncle returned to China a few years ago and happened to come to Haicheng to develop. Yang Fengyu's father, Yang Wei, was in the real estate business in Haicheng. He happened to help out, so he owed such a favor."

"So it's like this..." Qian Mu looked at the closed door of the studio with a thoughtful look.

Yang Fengyu used to rent a professional recording studio to record songs. Cheng Wen or other people from the label were usually outside the door. Today it was replaced by Qin Fangcong. Yang Fengyu started to feel uneasy when he put on the headphones.

"let's start."

A magnetic voice came through the earphones, Yang Fengyu licked his lower lip, sang the first line along with the accompaniment, and then stopped to look at Qin Fangcong's face.

Qin Fangcong was slightly surprised, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, is that okay just now?" Yang Fengyu was extremely nervous, and even recalled the first few times he went to the recording studio, his palms were sweating.

"Okay," Qin Fangcong said after listening to the side, his tone was much more serious than usual, "Go on, stop after singing the first verse."

Yang Fengyu was startled.

In the previous recordings, I usually try to record two sentences to find the state, and then sing along. Basically, there will be no such singing, unless the state is particularly good.

Seeing that he was not moving, Qin Fangcong frowned and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"I'm not very proficient, I might make mistakes," Yang Fengyu said, "Many times..."

"It's okay, come on."

Seeing that Qin Fangcong still persisted, Yang Fengyu let out a breath, picked up the A4 sheet, and tapped his toes to speak.

The clear voice of a boy came out, only occasionally a few syllables got stuck or words were unclear, Qin Fangcong asked him to repeat it twice, and there was no problem at all.

"Do you know why you have to sing the whole verse before stopping?" Qin Fangcong got up and leaned against the door while Yang Fengyu was drinking and resting, and asked suddenly.

Yang Fengyu held a sip of water in his mouth and hadn't swallowed it. He shook his head blankly, raised his head and muttered a few words vaguely, which probably meant that he didn't know.

"The two hooks themselves cut the song into segments. If you record it sentence by sentence, the overall emotional progression will be poor."

Yang Fengyu gulped down the water and wiped his wet lips, "Then why don't you repeat it sentence by sentence? I've been recording like this before, won't the emotional progression be more powerful?"

"Tired, time-consuming and laborious." Qin Fangcong's eyes swept over his glistening lips, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, "And for you, it's unnecessary."

Yang Fengyu could hear the praise in his words, and felt a little flustered.

"After resting, go to record the second paragraph."

With the foreshadowing of the previous paragraph, Yang Fengyu recorded the second paragraph more smoothly, with almost no mistakes.

Yang Fengyu took off the earphones after singing, and saw Qin Fangcong sitting upright, frowning slightly, staring at the screen intently, with a serious and sincere expression.

I have to admit that Qin Fangcong like this is more attractive than when he was in class.

"This paragraph..." Qin Fangcong raised his head, looked expectantly at Yang Fengyu, swallowed back what he was going to say "passed", and his expression eased, "This paragraph is great."

Yang Fengyu's eyes lit up, feeling embarrassed while being happy.

"This first episode will be popular," Qin Fangcong played two passages for Yang Fengyu to listen to, "it sounds good."

"Really?" Yang Fengyu's eyes were filled with anticipation, "Don't milk me! I have been milked to death several times before!"

"will not."

The hook Yang Fengyu wrote at the beginning was pure rap, and Qin Fangcong asked him to try singing it a few times, but it didn't match the style of the whole song.

"Do you really want to add a melody?" Yang Fengyu was a little confused, "I'm afraid I can't sing well..."

Qin Fangcong took out his mobile phone, clicked on a song and played it to Yang Fengyu.

"Isn't that what I sang at your college party that day?"

"Well," Qin Fangcong paused, "this level is fine."

Seeing that Yang Fengyu still didn't understand, Qin Fangcong hummed a few words to his lyrics.

"I understand!" Yang Fengyu slapped his head, "Let me try it, I'm not sure, I might make a mistake..."

"Yeah." Qin Fangcong thought for a while, then added: "Don't be nervous."

Melody rap is no simpler than pure melody, and it is easy to get out of tune if you don't pay attention, let alone a fresh change.

Yang Fengyu looked at Qin Fangcong anxiously, cleared his throat, and hummed a few words in a low voice following the melody with little ups and downs.

Can't find the status, the sound is also very strange.

"Loosen your vocal cords, don't stretch them," Qin Fangcong reminded.

Yang Fengyu loosened his throat as promised, but it was still tight.

After repeating it several times, Qin Fangcong frowned slightly, "Nervous?"

Yang Fengyu was a little frustrated, and nodded with his mouth curled up.

Qin Fangcong got up, walked to Yang Fengyu's side with big strides, gently wrapped his cool hands around his neck, and rested his slender index and middle fingers on his Adam's apple.

a little itchy.

"You..." Yang Fengyu swallowed subconsciously, his Adam's apple rolled up and down with his movements, rubbing against Qin Fangcong's fingers, "What are you doing?"

"Sing like this."

Yang Fengyu was slightly startled, and raised his eyes to look at Qin Fangcong who was very close. The latter looked serious and serious, as if he was very skilled.

Considering his production level, many people should come to him.

Yang Fengyu licked his lower lip and asked, "When you record for others, do you do the same?"