What's wrong with rapper being 0!

Qin Fangcong, whose hand was suddenly held, paused, turned around in surprise, but didn't take out his hand, and looked down at Yang Fengyu's slender fingers.

Yang Fengyu suddenly came back to his senses after seeing him like this, and just about to let go, was caught by Qin Fangcong's jaw, and then held it firmly.

"How old are you, do you still want to drag him away?"

Yang Fengyu's heart was beating like a drum, he opened his mouth but said nothing, let Qin Fangcong pull him, but his feet didn't move, "Well, I..."

How to explain this, there is no way to explain it!

Not far behind, several people from Epic, led by Cheng Ying, came out with their shoulders crossed, just in time to see the scene of the two holding hands.

"Yo, haven't you left the coconut yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yang Fengyu's hand, and his expression suddenly became a little strange, "You two brothers have such a good relationship."

Qin Fangcong glanced at Yang Fengyu after hearing this, couldn't hold back, chuckled, and nodded to Cheng Ying.

Yang Fengyu on the side was not so calm, his small face flushed immediately, and he couldn't move his hands away, so he grabbed Qin Fangcong's hand and pushed him forward, then turned back and said to everyone: "I'm leaving now, bye! "

"……Bye-Bye?"

The two people, one tall and one short, walked into the night, and walked a long way, still holding hands.

Cun Cun leaned forward and asked: "The relationship between them brothers is really good, Brother Ying, are you and Brother Wen also like this?"

Cheng Ying pushed away with a look of disgust, "Fuck you, is it disgusting?"

After speaking, he looked at the backs of the two, with complicated expressions, "Whether it's brothers or what, who knows."

After pulling Qin Fangcong out for hundreds of meters, Yang Fengyu's heart was still beating fast.

When he was a child, he often held Qin Fangcong's hand, but he didn't remember what it felt like at that time, but it was definitely different from now.

Soft and warm, with a little callus, and a lot of strength, there is a mature man's breath everywhere.

The light was dim, and Yang Fengyu's ears were bleeding red, and he was not at all ashamed to ask Qin Fangcong when he was going to lead him, so he let him lead him.

"Why are you shy?" Qin Fangcong asked suddenly.

"No! I'm not shy! What are you talking about!"

Qin Fangcong raised his eyebrows, and quickly touched Yang Fengyu's cheek with his free hand, "You're blushing."

"I! No! Yes!" Yang Fengyu frowned instantly, and without knowing where he got the strength to throw his hand away, he punched Qin Fangcong lightly and muttered in a low voice.

Qin Fangcong shook his head and chuckled, Yang Fengyu covered his face in embarrassment.

Unable to explain, Yang Fengyu simply did not explain.

There was a small night market a few hundred meters away from the stadium, and the two of them were almost there when Yang Fengyu remembered to test Qin Fangcong, but suddenly he didn't know where to start.

After holding back for a long time, Yang Fengyu finally choked out a sentence after sitting in the shop: "Are you busy today?"

"Well," Qin Fangcong responded, and passed the menu to him, "It's too late, eat less."

Yang Fengyu ate very little at night. He was overexcited just now, and later realized that he was hungry, so he looked at Qin Fangcong eagerly: "I'm hungry."

Qin Fangcong had nothing to do with him, "Then eat less oil, don't have a bad throat in class tomorrow."

Yang Fengyu was shocked, "How do you know I have class tomorrow?"

When they were not recording the program, they were taking vocal music lessons or arrangement lessons, and occasionally had one-on-one song editing sessions, but he never told Qin Fangcong about this.

Let it be revealed!

Qin Fangcong didn't change his face, and asked naturally: "Otherwise?"

This attitude really confuses Yang Fengyu, rolled his eyes, and deliberately said with anticipation: "I don't know if there is a chance to teach one-on-one with Mr. Sapling. I didn't see his face today. I think he is a handsome guy." .”

Qin Fangcong frowned slightly, and tapped on the table with his fingers, "Aren't you hungry?"

There was nothing to be seen in this reaction, Yang Fengyu responded dully, and began to report the names of the dishes to Qin Fangcong.

In the middle of the night, Yang Fengyu still controlled the heat and didn't order too much. Qin Fangcong also deliberately said less oil and less spicy, as if he was afraid that something would happen to him.

"Speaking of which, do you know Teacher Sapling?" Yang Fengyu asked bluntly, "His accompaniment is also expensive!"

"I know." Qin Fangcong ordered two glasses of warm water, but his gesture was calm and calm as if drinking.

Seeing him like this, Yang Fengyu continued: "I don't know if Sapling is a man or a woman, how old he is this year, and whether he has a partner. It's just too mysterious."

Qin Fangcong didn't answer, but instead asked, "What do you think?"

Yang Fengyu was taken aback for a moment, and almost said that I thought it was you, but he held back his words: "I don't know, and I don't know if I will show my face later, it would be great if I could add a WeChat."

"Why add WeChat?" Qin Fangcong's expression became more serious.

"What are you doing? Then what else can you do, exchange experience and ask questions, is there any other possibility?"

Qin Fangcong glanced at him indifferently, "I taught you for nothing, little white-eyed wolf."

Yang Fengyu was not convinced, "I don't have it... just thinking about it, I don't know if people are happy to add me, I don't want to show my face, and I don't know what to hide."

"Identity is sensitive." Qin Fangcong followed quickly.

If it is really a university professor, it is indeed quite sensitive.

If Qin Fangcong is really Sapling, the reason for not telling Yang Fengyu is to avoid suspicion, Yang Fengyu can fully understand.

However, Qin Fangcong's attitude also made Yang Fengyu feel strange. If he was really alone, why would Qin Fangcong hate him?

I really can't figure it out.

A plate of steaming barbecue was quickly brought out, some of which were still sizzling, Yang Fengyu immediately put these thoughts behind him and ate in suspense.

Qin Fangcong also ordered some, not much, and stopped eating after two mouthfuls. When Yang Fengyu looked up, he suddenly felt that he seemed a bit out of place with the surrounding environment.

"Do you not like this?" Yang Fengyu wiped the corner of his mouth with a piece of paper, "Blame me, I promised to invite you to dinner, but I didn't ask your opinion. This time it doesn't count, next time you decide."

Qin Fangcong reached out and patted the top of his head: "I like it, it's too late, I don't have much appetite."

Yang Fengyu glanced at the plate again. Although there is less oil and less spicy, the calories are still considerable. Yang Fengyu still remembers that Qin Fangcong's eating habits are not so spicy, and he may have acne when he wakes up tomorrow.

"This is for you," Yang Fengyu handed a piece of toasted bread to Qin Fangcong, "it's sweet and not greasy."

The bread is toast bread with sugar sprinkled in the middle, Yang Fengyu's favorite.

After stretching it out, he realized that he had just taken a bite, and there was a round gap beside the square slice of bread. Yang Fengyu felt a little embarrassed, and turned it over.

Qin Fangcong lowered his eyes and stared at it twice, then suddenly supported Yang Fengyu's wrist, and took another bite at a symmetrical place.

Yang Fengyu's hands trembled, and so did his heart.

I always feel gay.

Yang Fengyu didn't eat too much, and didn't dare to drink. After eating, the two walked back to the hotel. The street was sparsely populated, and there were not many cars.

He was too high during the day, but now Yang Fengyu was tired and drowsy, walking listlessly, Qin Fangcong slowed down and stretched out a hand to him.

Regardless of Sanqi 21's face, Yang Fengyu hugged his arm, hung it on Qin Fangcong's body like an oil bottle, and then let out a sigh.

Yang Fengyu used to do this kind of thing when he was a child, but at that time he hugged his legs, and it was a small ball, so he was easily dragged away by Qin Fangcong.

Qin Fangcong rubbed Yang Fengyu's head resting on his waist with the other hand, "Don't play tricks."

Rubbing the soft hair in the palm of his hand, looking down, Yang Fengyu just raised his head, his eyes were surprisingly bright.

"Do you dislike me?" Yang Fengyu straightened his body, pretending to be wronged, "You have changed, you were not like this when you were young."

Qin Fangcong stopped, grabbed Yang Fengyu's forearm with his backhand, and pulled him behind him.

"Why?"

Yang Fengyu was at a loss, and the next second he was caught by his legs, and when he lost weight, he flew into the air.

"Damn it!" Yang Fengyu was excited, and subconsciously grabbed Qin Fangcong's neck, only to find out that he had lost 50 yuan when he exited, so he hurriedly poohed a few times.

"It's not heavy." Qin Fangcong said flatly, and threw him up.

"You..." Yang Fengyu blushed, but didn't struggle, just leaned on Qin Fangcong's shoulder, and whispered, "I'm afraid of heights."

With his back on his back, Qin Fangcong walked steadily. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Is the playground at Ginkgo Lake built?"

Yang Fengyu froze, then shook his head: "It's finished, I opened the park when I was in the fourth grade."

Ginkgo Lake is a large-scale playground project in his hometown, Jincheng. Planning started with great fanfare from the year Yang Fengyu was born, but the result was a lot of momentum and little rain, and it took nearly ten years before the project was officially completed.

The reason why I remember it so clearly is because of an agreement with someone.

"Is it fun?" Qin Fangcong pinched Yang Fengyu's calf unconsciously, "I remember you talking about it every year."

Yang Fengyu put his arms on Qin Fangcong's shoulders, shaking his head, "You're not here, who am I going with?"

"You promised me to go with me at that time, I remember clearly."

Yang Fengyu was short and couldn't see some of the completed facilities, so Qin Fangcong let him ride on his neck to see.

"I haven't forgotten." Qin Fangcong said softly, "I've been back to China for a short time. I heard that you moved away, so I didn't go back."

Yang Fengyu shook his legs, feeling a little indescribable in his heart, especially when he recalled his not-so-happy life after being separated for ten years, he suddenly called out after a while: "Brother Xiaoshu."

"Ok?"

"Will you go abroad again in the future?"

Qin Fangcong stopped and turned his head slightly to look at him.

Yang Fengyu was lying on Qin Fangcong's shoulder, which was very close to his neck, Qin Fangcong tilted his head, and Yang Fengyu's lips almost brushed against his side face.

Qin Fangcong didn't know where he got the strength to control him with one hand, and he rubbed the top of Yang Fengyu's head with one free hand.

"What do you think?"

"I promised you, don't go."

Yang Fengyu's face became hot, and just as he was about to move away, Qin Fangcong turned back. Yang Fengyu didn't turn his head, and subconsciously asked: "Really?"

"Why lie to you?" Qin Fangcong chuckled, "I will pick up my mother when this place stabilizes, and I may go back to see her often."

"Then...can I go together?"

"Of course," Qin Fangcong pushed him up again, "I'll go after you finish the game."