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Because time was limited, the three began to discuss in a serious manner.

The camera was right next to it, Yang Fengyu and Qin Fangcong were sitting face to face, and there were a few A4 papers on the table.

Originally, Qin Fangcong didn't intend to go on stage, but was only responsible for providing the accompaniment, but Yang Fengyu felt that it was almost meaningless, "Collaborate on the stage! It can't be arranged by Brother Shu again, right? That's no different from before."

Cheng Ying on the side also echoed: "That's right, Mr. Sapling, if you are worried about your sensitive identity, you can wear a hat and mask like you are now. Don't worry, basically no one will recognize you."

Yang Fengyu nodded, and winked at Qin Fangcong again.

Cheng Ying had met Qin Fangcong before, and now he didn't recognize him face to face, excluding the possibility that he was blind, because it was not easy to be recognized with this appearance.

Seeing that Qin Fangcong was silent, as if he was thinking about the possibility of doing so, Yang Fengyu stared at him eagerly.

"Okay," Qin Fangcong replied, "Let's think about the theme."

Yang Fengyu looked at the few alternative characters thoughtfully, and finally his eyes fell on the word "Wang", his thoughts diverged.

"I want to make something meaningful," Yang Fengyu said, "The songs I wrote before were all about myself, but this time I want to have a slightly bigger picture."

The other two signaled Yang Fengyu to continue, and Yang Fengyu cleared his throat, "For example, the word 'hope' can refer to the environment. Disappointment at people's harm to the environment, natural review of the past, and hope for the future? The three of us Personal, exactly three parts."

"It's okay, you," Cheng Ying patted Yang Fengyu's shoulder, "This pattern is big enough, I think it's good, where's the teacher?"

Cheng Ying looked towards the opposite side as he spoke, somehow felt that the air pressure in Sapling's place was a little lower, but he couldn't see Sapling's eyes, and Yang Fengyu slapped his hands away in the next second.

Only then did Qin Fangcong speak, his voice was flat: "The idea is very good."

Cheng Ying on the side was stunned. As a producer, Sapling is known to be very demanding in the industry, but anyone who has approached him knows that Sapling is very picky even for simple recording and mixing, let alone cooperation.

Yang Fengyu's idea is indeed good, but Cheng Ying did not expect Sapling to use the word "very good".

After Cheng Ying finally finished being shocked, he patted Yang Fengyu's shoulder again, "The future is promising, coconut."

However, Yang Fengyu shook off his hand like an electric shock, with a cold expression on his face: "If you have something to say, please say it, don't milk me, don't milk me!"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Qin Fangcong with a guilty conscience, "Then...you can start writing lyrics after you settle down, one part for each person?"

"Well," Qin Fangcong tapped the table with a pen, "There is one place that can be changed a little bit."

"Huh? Where?"

"The first part is 'past', the second part is 'present', and the last is 'future', which can be connected."

Yang Fengyu thought for a second, and felt that what Qin Fangcong said was right.

"In the first part, you can catch the horse a little bit, then in the second part you can be more aggressive, drive the first part off, and finally fall down on the stage, waiting for the third person to come up to save you."

Qin Fangcong couldn't hold back, chuckled, and quickly returned to normal, "Yes."

"How about the second part of the coconut?" Cheng Ying asked, "Since you want to be more aggressive, your hard core is just for show."

"Then..." Yang Fengyu looked at Qin Fangcong, "Where's Teacher Sapling?"

Cheng Ying who was skipped: "... Where is Teacher Sapling?"

"Look at you," Qin Fangcong said, "...men."

Cheng Ying frowned slightly, "Then I'll take the first paragraph? It's more of a horse-grabbing one. The last paragraph will be the finale for you, and you can save the coconut. It's pretty good."

The specific stage has not been designed yet, but Yang Fengyu has already started to make up his mind.

"Add a paragraph at the end," Qin Fangcong said abruptly, "if you connect the two sentences in the middle, the structure will come out."

After setting the structure, the three of them started to write lyrics.

Qin Fangcong was the fastest. After finishing writing, he handed the lyrics to Yang Fengyu, "I'll deal with the accompaniment. Come find me after you're done, in the recording studio next door."

Yang Fengyu nodded blankly, stared at his back and left before continuing to write.

He was the second one to finish writing, and it took less than an hour in total. Cheng Ying on the side dropped his jaw in shock, "I'll go, what kind of crazy brain speed are you guys?"

"Brother," Yang Fengyu patted him on the shoulder earnestly, "Read more books, read more newspapers."

"You..."

Yang Fengyu smiled and rushed out.

The program team set up a special venue in the venue, and the other doors were closed, only the one next door was slightly covered.

Yang Fengyu knocked on the door, and a low "Come in" came from inside.

Yang Fengyu exhaled, managed his expression well, and then stepped in: "I finished writing teacher!"

Qin Fangcong didn't look back, "Come in."

Yang Fengyu walked over, worried about the presence of the camera and didn't dare to get too close, moved a chair and sat down one meter behind him, looking at the screen with his head poked.

In such a short period of time, Qin Fangcong has actually compiled a long paragraph.

If it were private, Yang Fengyu would definitely start the rainbow fart with real emotion immediately.

Noticing Yang Fengyu's eyes, Qin Fangcong took off the earphones and handed them to him, "Listen."

I thought it was the accompaniment of the first paragraph, but what came out of the earphones was a strong drum beat.

"Is this from my part?"

"Well, you can do it yourself."

Qin Fangcong got up as soon as he spoke, and Yang Fengyu realized that he had taken off his mask, and the brim of his hat was not as low as usual.

But Yang Fengyu didn't think too much, and sat down on the chair obediently.

From the corner of the eye, I saw Qin Fangcong standing beside him, and Yang Fengyu would bump into him with his elbow whenever he turned his body, so he was inexplicably nervous.

And considering the camera, he can only be serious, and he can't hug or kiss his real boyfriend.

"Don't be distracted." Qin Fangcong said in a low voice.

Only then did Yang Fengyu come back to his senses, staring at the computer screen.

But the more I control myself not to think about it, the more I think about it.

There is not much space here, and it is still an environment where the two are alone. Qin Fangcong's sense of presence is really too strong.

"How much has Cheng Ying written?" Qin Fangcong asked casually.

"Ah...he only wrote four sentences when I came out, so it's probably still early."

Qin Fangcong responded lightly, but said nothing.

Yang Fengyu patted his cheeks, put on the earphones, forced his attention to focus on the screen, and finally recovered his state.

Qin Fangcong had always taught him this kind of accompaniment. Yang Fengyu was very good at it, and practice made perfect, and he made up a long section in a short time.

In the end, it may be necessary to mix and edit according to the style of the whole song, but the general feeling will not change.

After Yang Fengyu was done, he took off the earphones, and turned his head to want Qin Fangcong to take a look, but just as he raised his head, Qin Fangcong held his face in his arms, bowed his head and kissed him unexpectedly.

Yang Fengyu was stunned and blinked blankly.

Qin Fangcong kissed again, "Support you, good morning kiss."

Only then did Yang Fengyu come to his senses, and pushed Qin Fangcong away with a look of horror on his face, his eyes widened and he turned around, but he didn't find any cameras.

"Wait a minute!" Yang Fengyu realized later, "Isn't it recording?"

"No, there is no video recording here."

"Damn!" Yang Fengyu pushed him away, "Why didn't you say it earlier! I've been pretending for so long!"

"Make it up well, don't make trouble."

"You... who the hell is making trouble! It was you who attacked me." Yang Fengyu pulled out the earphones, "The editing is over, listen."

"Very good," Qin Fangcong said, "You are already familiar with this style, let's make up the first paragraph."

Yang Fengyu recalled Qin Fangcong's comment on the last stage, and asked: "I'm still not very good at melody, right? Later, I searched for lessons on the Internet and found that there are many things you didn't teach me, because my ability can't digest them." Is it right?"

"This is a process, not something that can be accomplished overnight, so you don't have to push yourself too hard."

Yang Fengyu responded dully, with a slightly disappointed expression on his face.

Qin Fangcong moved the chair in, and gently pinched the back of Yang Fengyu's neck with one hand, "Want to hear a story?"

"Stop making beats?"

Qin Fangcong glanced at the time, "It's still early."

It's only been more than two hours, not to mention that the other groups have not moved at all, even their own teammates are still writing lyrics with a bitter face.

Is this the power group?Yang Fengyu snickered, "Okay."

Qin Fangcong nodded and talked about his overseas affairs these years.

Qin Fangcong went abroad when he was nine years old, and started to get in touch with music when he was ten.At the beginning, I played various instruments, and then I slowly composed my own music.

Unlike Yang Fengyu, Qin Fangcong studied music as an undergraduate, so it can be said that he came from a major.Moreover, Qin Fangcong's father was busy with business, and his mother was very open-minded. No one tried to stop him, neither supported nor opposed.

When Qin Fangcong was 16 years old, he went back to China once and learned that Yang Fengyu's family had moved away. Some neighbors said they had gone abroad, and some said they had moved to Haicheng.

Getting tattoos was a matter of that year, because of a promise made when I was a child.

Getting in touch with rap was a later thing. Qin Fangcong returned to the country again, met Cen An in a bar in Haicheng with a few friends, and officially started composing music while going to school to make money.

"After studying abroad, China has developed very well in the past few years. My dad plans to come back to start a business. If the situation is good, he will return to China to settle down. Haicheng is the most economically developed place."

"When I was doing business, I met Uncle Yang by accident. You know what happened afterwards."

"That's great," Yang Fengyu said, "I also want to learn music, really."

"Yang Fengyu," Qin Fangcong suddenly shouted, "There is a week to spare before the live broadcast of the finals, do you want to go abroad with me to see?"

Yang Fengyu didn't understand, so: "Ah? Why did you say this suddenly?"

"You can take your own works, such as these accompaniments, to apply for foreign universities, and I can help you write a letter of recommendation."

Yang Fengyu looked at Qin Fangcong in shock and stammered: "Really, really!"

"I know it's not that you don't want to study, it's just that you don't like that subject. It's a good thing to settle down while you're young, and you can think about it."

"I...I, I want to go!!" Yang Fengyu became excited, and as soon as he grabbed Qin Fangcong's hand, his eyes sparkled.

"But the premise is that you have to come up with a sufficiently good work."

"I can!!" Yang Fengyu hugged Qin Fangcong's neck and kissed, "I will work hard!!!"

Suspending school has always been a knot in Yang Fengyu's heart. Although he never said it, he has struggled with this matter many times with sincerity.

Do you want to just get a diploma, or do you want to force yourself to do things you don't like?

But now Qin Fangcong pointed out another path for him, and has become a living example, not far ahead, waiting for him as Sapling.

Yang Fengyu's eyes were hot, and he couldn't control his beating heart.

The dreams of Qin Fangcong and Yang Fengyu merged into one at some point, and he wanted to run after him without hesitation.