Chapter 63 New Song Released
When Fang Langxing returned, everyone else had not returned yet, so he leisurely packed his luggage and cooked himself a meal.
Fang Langxing thought about it and decided to secretly put the gifts he bought for everyone into their rooms. He would feel embarrassed if he gave them to them in person, so it was better this way.
After everything was ready, Fang Langxing originally planned to go to the studio while he still had some inspiration.
But before he could go out, he heard the members' chattering and laughter in the corridor. Fang Langxing put the coat in his hand back to its place. If he didn't go out, why would the members go to the studio when they came back?
"Brother, you're back!" Yun Zhao pushed open the door and saw Fang Langxing who was about to greet them. He smiled widely and rushed up to him happily.
Fang Langxing caught Yun Zhao, but his body couldn't help but take two steps back. It was Yun Zhao who helped him steady himself.
Fang Langxing: ??? Am I already this weak now?
"Brother Lang, is Jiang City fun? Did you bring me a gift?" Ruan Tianxi and Zuo Chi also came over and circled around Fang Langxing, making Fang Langxing dizzy.
"Of course, everyone has one. I've put them on your beds." Fang Langxing quickly grabbed Ruan Tianxi and Zuo Chi and told them to stop turning around.
"Really! I also brought a gift for your brother. I'll get it for you." Yun Zhao was about to open the suitcase to look for something.
But he was stopped by Lin Jingmo behind him: "Zhao Zhao, go in first, your other brothers haven't entered yet."
Yun Zhao then realized that he was blocking the door. Hua Xinyi and the others were still standing at the door and had not come in yet.
Yun Zhao touched his head, smiled embarrassedly, took the suitcase and moved away from the door, then walked into the living room with Fang Langxing.
Now other people finally came in, and everyone sat together on the sofa, having a lively and noisy time.
In the end, each of Fang Langxing and his friends received nine gifts. Everyone had similar ideas and went back to their rooms with their gifts.
After not seeing each other for a few days, everyone was a little excited. In the evening, not only did they eat all kinds of delicious food, but they also chatted together for most of the night. Fang Langxing was still a little excited when he lay in bed, and he didn't fall asleep for a long time.
Mu Liunian, who was in the same room, had already fallen asleep. Fang Langxing could see that man's eyes were always filled with a smile. Somehow, he suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart.
His heart was filled with a warm feeling. The more Fang Langxing thought about it, the more excited he became. He couldn't fall asleep at all.
Since he couldn't sleep, Fang Langxing simply sat up, quietly put on the big black down jacket he bought that everyone else complained was ugly, and slipped out the door quietly.
What's wrong with this down jacket? It's so warm, you can just put it on and go out. Fang Langxing walked towards the studio, patting the thick clothes on his body, walking like a big black penguin.
"What is that? A garbage bag?" An Lingyun, who had just returned from a radio program, asked his teammate Bai Jingyuan.
"Whose garbage bag can walk? That's a person." Bai Jingyuan gave An Lingyun a cold look and patted him on the shoulder.
"Oh." An Lingyun continued to stare at Fang Langxing's back and muttered to himself, "This dress looks quite practical. I wonder where you bought it."
"Shut up and don't buy it." Bai Jingyuan tapped An Lingyun's forehead and quickly stopped him from having this terrible idea.
An Lingyun snorted, touched his forehead, and was pulled away by Bai Jingyuan.
Fang Langxing didn't hear the sound behind him at all and went straight to his studio. When he took off his coat, he realized that he came out in pajamas.
Since he was already here, he might as well stay in pajamas. Fang Langxing stared at his computer screen, wrote down all his current thoughts, and immersed himself in his work with complete concentration.
He forgot about time while doing this work. After Fang Langxing roughly wrote the outline of the song, he stretched himself and felt his eyes were sore. His tense spirit suddenly relaxed and he felt sleepy.
I'll just lie there for a while, just for a while. Fang Langxing told himself this, and almost immediately sank into a deeper sleep.
In the dormitory, other people who had gotten up one after another were preparing to get something to eat. Today was their last day of rest and they were considering whether to do something fun.
"Where's Lang'er? Has he gotten up yet?" Mu Liunian asked vaguely, rubbing his eyes.
"No? I thought he was still sleeping." Lin Jingmo asked back in confusion and looked at everyone else.
"He's not in the room?!" Mu Liunian was also a little confused. Seeing that everyone else shook their heads and said they didn't see him, he became a little anxious.
"Brother Lang's coat is missing." Zuo Chi ran to the door and looked, and found that the big black down jacket that Fang Langxing usually wore was not there, so he turned around and said to others.
"Did you go to the studio?" Mu Tianya asked.
Then I got up, got dressed, and went straight to the studio.
"I'll go with you." Lin Jingmo also stood up, and the other members also stood up but were stopped by him.
"Just the two of us will go, you guys eat first." Lin Jingmo waved his hand, and went out with Mu Tianya.
Each member of Fang Langxing Studio has a key. He is always on guard against them, so after getting the keys, he distributed them to the members without even thinking about it, with an expression that said, "Isn't this a very normal thing?"
However, this action still made the others feel tender, and several sentimental ones even had tears in their eyes.
Lin Jingmo and Mu Tianya pushed open the door of the studio quietly. They were afraid of disturbing Fang Langxing, but when they got closer, they saw Lin Jingmo smiling gently.
Fang Langxing was sleeping soundly with his arms resting on his body. Maybe it was because of his sleeping posture, but the corners of his mouth were a little shiny and the flesh on his cheeks was squeezed into a round arc, making him look several years younger.
Mu Tianya felt itchy, so he gently pinched Fang Langxing's cheek and nodded with satisfaction.
Fang Langxing frowned and mumbled something, but he was sleeping so soundly that he did not wake up.
Lin Jingmo gave Mu Tianya a reproachful look and reached out to pinch his cheek. Although he didn't use much strength, Mu Tianya pretended to be aggrieved and covered his face.
Lin Jingmo put on Fang Langxing's coat and carefully fastened his hat. Mu Tianya had already squatted down and was waiting to carry Fang Langxing on his back.
Maybe he was too sleepy, or maybe the breath of the person next to him was too familiar, Fang Langxing, who was originally a light sleeper, did not wake up at all and allowed himself to be carried away by the members.
When they got home, Lin Jingmo, who entered the house first, put his finger in front of his lips. Seeing this, everyone else suddenly became quiet. They watched Mu Tianya send Fang Langxing back to the room, and then they resumed their voices.
"He secretly ran out to work again. I don't know what time he stayed up until then." Lin Jingmo said to Hua Xinyi and Duan Hanyun.
"Who told Brother Lang that his inspiration always comes in the middle of the night?" Ruan Tianxi nodded in a serious tone and said, "Staying up late all the time is not good for your health."
Ruan Tianxi pretended to touch his long, non-existent beard, which made the others laugh. Duan Hanyun stretched out his slender fingers, tapped people's heads, and shook his head with a smile.
In fact, it was not the first time that Fang Langxing went out to write songs in the middle of the night. His inspiration always seemed to come at this time, and no one else could make him change this habit.
It would be nice if he could move to a new studio right at home, Lin Jingmo thought, so that Fang Langxing wouldn’t have to go out in the middle of the night. What if he caught a cold?
Hua Xinyi and Duan Hanyun knew what Lin Jingmo was thinking as soon as they saw his expression. They looked at each other and smiled helplessly: Jingmo doesn't even allow people to say he is a mother. Look at what he is thinking about, how can it not be a mother?
Lin Jingmo: Qiu! Look around, someone is saying bad things about me behind my back! It’s that guy! I caught him and you watched!
Hua Xinyi and Duan Hanyun: Look up at the sky, we didn't say anything~