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Yang Fengyu swallowed again, Qin Fangcong still didn't take back his hand, and stared at him with slightly squinted eyes: "You didn't speak correctly before, and so did the angry voice. I can teach you."

Yang Fengyu nodded blankly.

"The place where I live is just across from the studio, 10 minutes away from the Haida Metro, very close, and the subway directly connects you to your base, which is very convenient. The sound insulation has been specially treated, so don't worry."

"Hmm..." Yang Fengyu still nodded, nodding to realize something was wrong, "No? I haven't promised to go with you yet..."

"The monthly rent is two hundred."

Yang Fengyu: "Let me think about it again?"

"Water and electricity are free."

Yang Fengyu: "No, I..."

"The full set of equipment is free."

Yang Fengyu: "This is really..."

"Teach you to be an accompanist, there is no charge."

Yang Fengyu: "..."

Yang Fengyu was completely defeated, "You...why?"

"The house is big, and it's empty and dusty. The only requirement is to clean it frequently and water the flowers." Qin Fangcong said, reaching out to poke Yang Fengyu's frowning brows: "If I meet a little bastard again, I don't guarantee that I will die." exist."

"Are you looking down on me? In the past, I was the only one who sanctioned those little bastards! When they picked on the aunt next door, I was the one who drove them away!" Yang Fengyu's tone was quite smug, "That's why they They come to me every three days, and they spend their time doing nothing all day long, and they don’t know where to find a factory to go to work.”

"As Yang Fengyu, this is fine, but as shredded coconut, it's not suitable."

He was a little embarrassed to hear him call himself that, Yang Fengyu asked, "Why? Few people know me."

Qin Fangcong tapped him on the forehead, "I knew not to add 'fans' on WeChat before, but now I don't think about the consequences?"

Turn over the old account again!

"Damn!" Yang Fengyu covered his forehead, "Look at me like this, do you think I can be popular? Besides, the troubles I caused are not bad. Anyway, in your eyes, I'm just a little bastard?"

"Yang Fengyu," Qin Fangcong frowned slightly, "Don't talk about yourself like that. Your strength is fine, what's missing is opportunity."

Yang Fengyu was a little overwhelmed by his praise, his fingertips were also numb, he twisted the hem of his clothes and said falteringly: "I'll look for a house again, I really can't... I'll trouble you again."

Qin Fangcong nodded without forcing it.

Before Yang Wei got off work, Yang Fengyu sneaked back home.

Aunt Fang was cooking, and she was pleasantly surprised when she heard the sound, "Miao Miao? Have you eaten yet?"

"Aunt Fang, how old am I, don't call me by my nickname, isn't Yang Wei here?"

Chen Fang shook her head, pulled Yang Fengyu to sit down again, and poured a cup of scented tea that he liked very much, "Miao Miao, Aunt Fang also saw your video, you are so handsome."

Yang Fengyu was confused: "What video?"

Chen Fang clicked on a certain voice and handed it to Yang Fengyu, "This, it's you! These two days have been hot!"

Yang Fengyu didn't care, and pressed Chen Fang's cell phone, "Aunt Fang, I came back today to ask something, do you still remember Brother Xiaoshu?"

On the other side, Qin Fangcong went directly to Yang Wei's company.

Some things can't be delayed any longer, he must explain clearly to Yang Wei.

When Yang Wei arrived, he just finished the meeting and warmly invited Qin Fangcong back for dinner.Qin Fangcong didn't refuse, and took the initiative to be the driver.

"Uncle Yang," Qin Fangcong shouted, "it's still about Miao Miao."

Mentioning Yang Fengyu, Yang Wei's expression darkened again, he sighed and said, "We'll talk about it when we go back."

"Depend on!"

After hearing Chen Fang's words, Yang Fengyu was shocked, "So they were all there the day I threw the tickets? Aunt Fang, did they speak ill of me!"

Chen Fang was a little helpless. Just as she was about to speak, she heard the door slamming from downstairs.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows were completely unobstructed, Yang Fengyu turned his head and saw the black Mercedes parked at the door, and jumped up from the sofa with a jolt, "No, no, no, Aunt Fang, I have to go first."

As soon as he reached the entrance, he heard the sounds of conversation and footsteps, Yang Fengyu paused and turned back.

If you go down at this time, you will definitely be caught.

I wanted to go back to the room, but I remembered the door lock again, and the key was taken away by myself.

"Damn it..." Yang Fengyu had nowhere to hide, and the sound of a combination lock came from the door. Yang Fengyu panicked and squatted behind the sofa by the window, only showing a pair of bright eyes, "Aunt Fang, you protect me!" !"

Chen Fang smiled and became more and more helpless. Before she could speak, the door was already opened.

"Sister Fang, go and prepare food first, Xiao Qin will eat at home tonight."

As soon as Yang Wei came in, he dismissed Yang Fengyu's foreign aid. Yang Fengyu was poking out half of his head from the side, but when he heard this, he immediately shrank back and squatted behind the sofa angrily.

Also said no contact!

He goes home once every half a year, and he can run into each other twice!

He also said he didn't help Yang Wei!

big liar!

Just as he was thinking, Yang Wei had already walked to the sofa where Yang Fengyu was hiding and sat down, and motioned for Qin Fangcong to sit on the wide sofa next to him.

Chen Fang served two cups of tea, and couldn't help but glanced behind Yang Wei. She was so serious that not a single hair was exposed.

Qin Fangcong noticed her gaze and unnatural expression, and was a little puzzled.

When Chen Fang returned to the kitchen, Yang Wei cleared his throat and said, "Last time you told me that his musical talent is very good, and that he is good at playing music. I have thought about it for a long time, and I can barely understand it."

Yang Fengyu behind the sofa was startled.

Before being happy for a few seconds, what Yang Wei said next made Yang Fengyu feel down again.

"But look, for such a big man, he is either studying hard or looking for a place to work. What about him? What does he do every day under the banner of chasing dreams? I won't talk about it if I talk dirty. , smoking, drinking, and fighting in groups, I think he wants to piss me off!"

Yang Fengyu hugged his knees and sat back down, his head buried lower and lower.

"If Xiao Lang hadn't told me these things that day, and if you hadn't been around him, I think he would have... oh!"

Yang Fengyu was taken aback again.

Did Qin Lang tell Yang Wei?

He really wronged Qin Fangcong, Yang Fengyu sighed softly.

"You don't need to persuade me about this matter, Xiaoqin. I haven't reached the point where my eyesight is dim. I can see how he is doing, but I get nothing. Besides, I can't understand this kind of music. Music is indeed very different. For so many types, why should he stick to an underrated path?"

Yang Fengyu suddenly raised his head, clenched his fists, full of emotions, and was about to stand up and argue with Yang Wei, when he heard Qin Fangcong's magnetic voice, his feet softened, and he shrank back.

"Because of love."

Qin Fangcong said with a calm voice.

"You should understand the truth of accumulating hard work. A lot of hard work is hidden in the dark. He has been chasing dreams, not dreaming. There is no right or wrong in this matter. If you believe me, then believe him, soon You will see the results."

Qin Fangcong paused, as if hesitating to speak, Yang Fengyu's heart was beating fast, and in the next second, he heard him say, "He's great."

These words could not be heard emotionally, but they caused a violent shock in Yang Fengyu's heart. Every word was like a meteor falling from the sky, smashing into his heart hard.

Yang Fengyu's eyes felt hot, he closed his eyes, and covered them with the cool back of his hands, resisting the soreness.

After so many years, his brother Xiaoshu still protects him, always has been.

Qin Fangcong gave him so many hints, it's fine if he didn't recognize it, because of this incident, he got angry with Qin Fangcong before, and got into a temper tantrum.

It's really... so unreasonable.

How could his elder brother not face him.

Yang Fengyu was a little bit wronged, but more happy.He took a break from school to do rap for a year, but he didn't get any praise and support from Yang Wei, and he didn't get any grades. Even he himself didn't know how long he could last, and whether he had a chance to make it through.

All that's left is a lonesome courage and pointless persistence.

But Qin Fangcong is different.

Qin Fangcong not only taught him to arrange music, helped him record, and even said in a normal tone that he did not have the confidence, as if he believed that he was a piece of undiscovered jade that had not had time to be discovered.

Yang Fengyu finally understood the feeling of meeting Bole.

With a slap, a tear fell on his dark sweater, Yang Fengyu buried his head in his arms, and hummed softly.

Yang Wei was silent, only a heavy sigh.

"It's not wrong to chase dreams, it's the bad habits he learned." Qin Fangcong said again.

Yang Fengyu raised his head suddenly, with tears still hanging on one eyelash, he turned to listen to Qin Fangcong's next words - he had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, Qin Fangcong continued: "As for smoking, drinking, and swearing, I hold the same position as you."

"Grass..." Yang Fengyu cursed in a very low voice, and quietly poked out half of his head from the side, wrinkled his nose and curled his mouth to stare at Qin Fangcong.

Qin Fangcong was surprised for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal, adjusted his glasses, and pretended not to see anything.

"He loved singing since he was a child. I know it, but... something happened later, and he didn't want to sing anymore. Who knows what kind of rap he started to play now."

"It's a good thing that young people's love has not been wiped out. You are right. I don't want to interfere with his pursuit of dreams. I just think he has been doing useless work. The direction of his efforts is fundamentally wrong. This culture itself is not Accepted and understood by the public, in other words, if he sings pop songs today, I really don’t necessarily object.”

Yang Fengyu remembered the reason why he didn't want to sing, and his mood sank.

Qin Fangcong: "Uncle Yang, when it comes to chasing dreams, there is only whether you like it or not, there is no right or wrong. Hip-hop is indeed a niche culture, but niche does not mean mistakes, but means that there are many possibilities. "

Hearing this, Yang Fengyu took a deep breath, stood up all of a sudden, and clicked on Yang Wei's new song, "If you don't believe me, listen to it!"

This shocked Yang Wei, "You...you little bastard! What are you doing so sneakily?"

Yang Fengyu walked around to the sofa with his mobile phone in his hand. Because his legs were numb from squatting, he sat down beside Qin Fangcong, "You haven't heard my song at all, so why just deny me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the back of his neck was pinched by Qin Fangcong's cool hand, and Yang Fengyu shrank his neck, but his momentum was not weak at all, "This is the accompaniment that Brother Xiaoshu taught me to make, and the lyrics are written by myself. The song has only been released for half a month, and the settlement has not yet been made, and I have already earned almost 5000 yuan, which is not worse than when you first started your business, right?"

Qin Fangcong chuckled, and pressed the back of Yang Fengyu's neck with his thumb. His neck was long and delicate, and he could hold it with one hand.

Yang Wei didn't say a word, and really listened to the song, looking thoughtful: "Yang Fengyu, do you know how much money I made a month when I started my business for one year?"

"What do you mean?" Yang Fengyu was puzzled.

"Well, your dad, I'm a businessman. I'll give you another month. If you can earn the amount I earned before, I won't interfere with your music making anymore. How about it?"

Yang Fengyu was shocked, and just about to jump up, he forgot that Qin Fangcong's hand was still holding his neck, and was pulled back again, almost crashing directly into Qin Fangcong's arms.

But he didn't have time to care so much, he said to Yang Wei in a rather excited tone:

"Okay! One month is one month, it's a deal!"

"Okay, on the contrary, if you can't reach this number, immediately send me back to Ling University to study."

"So how much money do you make?"

Yang Wei frowned, and reported a number with a proud look on his face: "It's not much, it's just enough for the down payment of this house."

Yang Fengyu: "..."