What's wrong with rapper being 0!

Cen An was taken aback, and then walked sideways into the recording studio, "Changing your lyrics first, let's talk about anything later, don't delay the teacher's off-duty time."

Yang Fengyu agreed and followed behind.

The step of changing the lyrics is very simple. In terms of content, you only need to replace the discordant words, or check if there is a better rhyme.

During this period, Yang Fengyu's expression was extremely serious, and the atmosphere was not relaxed.Cen An glanced at him several times, and immediately said to the man after finishing, "Brother Fang, you go and take a seat first, I'll talk to him."

So there were only two people left in the studio, Yang Fengyu cleared his throat, and said with a serious face: "So he knew from the beginning, right."

Cen An nodded, "Yes, he knew from the beginning."

Perhaps because of his trust in Qin Fangcong, Yang Fengyu's expression was not very good, but he was in a calm mood. Hearing this, he didn't mean to explode, but continued to ask: "Then is there a reason why the director invited me to participate in this program?" ?”

"It's like this. I'm mainly responsible for the planning and preliminary casting. Do you remember that time you met my younger brother in a bar? That time Qin Fangcong came to me because he knew I was going to do a rap show and showed me you A short video of the scene."

As he spoke, Cen An took out his phone and clicked on the video.

It is a few songs recorded by the staff of the livehouse in Lingcheng, and has not been edited.

"It's this video, which passed my first level here," Cen An said with a smile, "Later, I found the part where you sang in the bar next door on the Internet, and I showed these videos to other directors during the meeting. passed."

Cen An took back his phone and said, "I have to say, there is a reason for you to participate in this show, but it's not because of him. In other words, it's essentially because of your ability, not because of you and Qin Fangcong. This relationship."

bar?At that time, he had just finished scolding Qin Fangcong for being a liar, but he didn't expect Qin Fangcong to start so early...

He still said that about Qin Fangcong, he was so supercilious.

Yang Fengyu's eyes moved slightly, but soon became firm again: "I have another question, Qin Fangcong is Sapling, right?"

Cen An didn't answer, but his pupils trembled instantly.

"That's it," Yang Fengyu said with a little complacency in his tone, "He can't hide it from me."

"Wait a minute... He originally planned not to tell you about this, but wait until the show is over. How did you find out so soon?" Cen An helplessly raised his forehead, he really didn't expect Yang Fengyu to recognize him.

"Because it's very familiar," Yang Fengyu said, "Don't say he's only half-length, I can recognize him at a glance if you throw him into the crowd."

Cen An couldn't figure out Yang Fengyu's attitude, and wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm down, "Don't get excited, in fact, there is a reason why he didn't tell you."

"what reason?"

Qin Fangcong won't harm him. Yang Fengyu can guess based on this fact, but he still wants to confirm.

"This is a good opportunity. He wants you to play well." Cen An sighed softly.

In just one sentence, Yang Fengyu understood everything.

"He only participated in the show as a music producer, just commenting, and he told me that he would not vote, so it will not actually affect your results."

"I know."

Cen An wanted to say something more, but Yang Fengyu suddenly stood up, "Cen An, please don't tell Qin Fangcong that I know he is Sapling, I will behave well, the kind that is not selfish."

Cen An was a little puzzled, but he still responded, "Your strength is fine, as long as you can show it."

"I know," Yang Fengyu smiled, "I'll just pretend I don't know anything, and please tell Teacher Sapling, he is just a teacher to me, even if I meet him, I will pretend not to recognize him Yes, I hope he will not be selfish."

Cen An inexplicably remembered how Qin Fangcong told him not to have selfishness and privileges, and couldn't help laughing, "Okay."

These two are simply a match made in heaven.

Yang Fengyu returned to the hotel, but didn't go upstairs, and didn't tell Qin Fangcong.

The piece of paper that I just wrote the lyrics was still in my hand, and I started to arrange the music non-stop as soon as I got back.

In the past, the style he learned was heavy drumming with a strong sense of rhythm, but this time he wanted to try something different.

He had an impulse, which he couldn't suppress or hide, and he wanted to write a song for Qin Fangcong, a melodic one.

This is the most direct and passionate way for him to express his emotions as a rapper, more direct than any words.

Before starting to play the accompaniment, Yang Fengyu already had a general melody in his mind, and he could even imagine him singing on stage.

Of course, there must be Qin Fangcong in the audience.

At the same time as the inspiration burst, it was obviously unfamiliar technology.

During this time, Qin Fangcong mainly taught him heavy drums. For this relatively soothing and relaxed style, Yang Fengyu didn't know how to deal with it after only playing for two bars.

Yang Fengyu tried several times, but the result was still not satisfactory. It was almost one o'clock in the morning.

Tomorrow, I will wait for other people's lyrics to be written and reviewed, and then I will go to the recording rehearsal in the evening. Before that, I have no other arrangements. Yang Fengyu plans to ask Qin Fangcong tomorrow.

Thinking of Yang Fengyu plunging headfirst into the not-so-soft mattress and rushing up after being exhausted, the phone suddenly vibrated twice.

[. : Haven't returned yet? ]

The corners of Yang Fengyu's mouth raised, and he typed a reply: [I'm back, I was doing beat just now, it's too late and I won't go up, brother, go to bed early]

[. : What beat? ]

[Yeah yeah: I want to write a song, the style is not familiar, I may ask you tomorrow, are you free? ]

[. : Yes, I will go down to find you tomorrow]

[. :sleep earlier]

[Yeah: Good night! ]

[. :Good night]

Yang Fengyu stared at the reply and heheed twice, then rolled around on the bed twice with the pillow in his arms, and then he stopped.

He is not a fool, he has long been unable to hide his little thoughts about Qin Fangcong.

But Yang Fengyu didn't know what Qin Fangcong's attitude towards him was, judging by the way he slapped his head and squeezed his face, he probably regarded him as his younger brother.

Yang Fengyu didn't dare to take some steps, so he could only cautiously probe, leaving a little room for their relationship.

Writing and singing songs was the best hint he could think of.

Just thinking about it, I fell asleep without knowing it, and slept until dawn.

It was almost ten o'clock when Yang Fengyu got up to wash up, and Qin Fangcong called him just in time to ask if he was awake.

Yang Fengyu held a disposable toothbrush in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Wake up, shall I go up to find you?"

"I'm coming down."

Five minutes later, the door was knocked twice.

Yang Fengyu immediately started to play, and opened the door without asking any questions. Outside the door was Qin Fangcong, wearing a casual sweater and sweatpants, with a faint fragrance of shower gel on his body.

"Why did you suddenly want to compose music? Didn't you write the lyrics?" Qin Fangcong rubbed the top of his head twice, closed the door and came in, "If someone knocks on the door, you don't even ask, just open it."

"I know it's you!" Yang Fengyu smiled, and when he walked to the table, he found that the lyrics were still slumped on the table. He quickly put it away quietly, sat down in front of the computer, and clicked on the file he had just saved.

Qin Fangcong saw his movements, but didn't say anything. He just walked behind Yang Fengyu and leaned over to look at the audio track on the screen.

"You see, it's strange and monotonous, beyond the scope of my knowledge."

Yang Fengyu turned his head while talking, bumped into Qin Fangcong's warm chest unexpectedly, flinched subconsciously, and then the index finger of the hand holding the mouse was poked.

There was a clicking sound of the mouse, followed by a youthful melody. Yang Fengyu was inexplicably ashamed of public execution, his ears were flushed, and he stared at the computer screen intently as if nothing had happened.

Qin Fangcong frowned after listening for two seconds, "Why did you suddenly write this style of song?"

"Ahem...Taste, try it, it's not for competition." Yang Fengyu grabbed the mineral water on the table and took a sip.

Qin Fangcong glanced at his blush from the base of his neck to his cheeks, and asked, "Is this a love song?"

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Yang Fengyu was choked to death by these words, his face was flushed red, he couldn't tell if it was because of shyness or what.He pressed the back of his hand to his cheek and whispered, "It can also be called a love song."

Qin Fangcong frowned even tighter, and pinched the back of his neck, "Is there a 'broken circle' in the later stage of the show?"

Yang Fengyu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

Qin Fangcong didn't say anything more, moved a chair and sat down beside him, and asked in a deep voice, "What kind of love song is it?"

"Pfft..." The hero of the love song was sitting next to him, Yang Fengyu waved his hands and said, "Don't, don't keep calling it a love song! It's just a melodic rap."

Qin Fangcong turned his head to look at him, Yang Fengyu felt guilty, so he clicked on his private romance song and played it to Qin Fangcong, "It's almost this style of beat, this one was picked up by me, and I didn't spend any money."

Qin Fangcong simply tapped twice after listening, "This kind?"

Yang Fengyu nodded sharply, thinking in his heart that Sapling, who is a beating ghost, is so good even the accompaniment of casually played love songs.

"Yang Fengyu," Qin Fangcong shouted, "Didn't you want to make a melody before?"

Yang Fengyu's smile stiffened and he scratched his head.

He was indeed very resistant before, but that resistance was no match for his love.

It's just that the current Yang Fengyu doesn't know what to say to Qin Fangcong.

Qin Fangcong didn't mean to press the question, "If you don't want to say it, don't say it, I'll teach you."

"No, I don't want to say it..." Yang Fengyu rubbed his cheeks, like a small animal washing his face, "It's a bit childish to say it, don't laugh at me."

"En." Qin Fangcong always thought that not singing the melody was some kind of knot in his heart, and he was slightly relieved when he heard this sentence.

"My mother was a little singer, do you remember?"

Qin Fangcong nodded, put one arm around Yang Fengyu, and patted him on the back lightly, as if to comfort him.

"You should know that when I was young, I liked singing very much. Although I could only hum a few lines, I was always in tune. Right, I have an absolute sense of pitch."

Qin Fangcong couldn't hold back, and curled the corners of his lips.

"Originally, Yang Wei had no attitude towards this matter, and let me grow up freely. As a result, the relationship between my mother and Yang Wei broke down, and he didn't know what medicine he took wrongly, so he enrolled me in a bunch of training classes, especially singing lessons. .”

The more Yang Fengyu spoke, the more angry he became. He clenched his fists and slammed them on the table, almost gnashing his teeth: "He doesn't know how to make up for his own problems! Who wouldn't be rebellious! Old stubborn!"

It was really naive to say it, Yang Fengyu was a little embarrassed, and his eyes kept drifting in the direction of Qin Fangcong.

"Then why are you willing now?"

Yang Fengyu was slightly taken aback, and looked straight at Qin Fangcong.

"In the past, I didn't like someone to force me. I have a rebellious mentality, so I don't want to."

Yang Fengyu paused, then continued quite sincerely: "Now I like it myself."