The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

Everyone has something to fear.

Cheng Lang was afraid of many things. He was afraid that he would not be able to create good piano music, that the audience would suddenly dislike him, that he would end up living in poverty, and... that he would lose everything he had now.

Therefore, Lu Ansen could not achieve the state of pursuing art and abandoning fame and gain that Lu Ansen hoped for.

Cheng Lang drank the tea in the cup, feeling a little listless.He didn't speak again, and Lu Ansen also returned to silence.Both of them have something to fear, and they both avoided it tacitly.

At the dinner table, the two mothers ordered and stopped, but they started fighting again after a disagreement.Sun Ying began to show off her son's ability, popularized Lu Ansen's brilliant performance in the past few years since he took office, his profit increased by a few percentage points, how many branches he opened, how many companies he acquired, etc., and then made a concluding speech: "In short, after our family, Asen, took over the power of the company, the company's performance has been steadily increasing. This kid was the kind of iron-blooded general in ancient times, the kind who killed and killed decisively."

Cheng Lan was not convinced: "Why don't you say that your son is an emperor, the kind who conquers the world."

Her tone was sarcasm, but unfortunately, Sun Ying was very cheeky, and answered the words with a smile: "Hey, you reminded me, I also think that my son has the air of an emperor. Look, this heaven is full and the earth is full. Fangyuan, dragon and phoenix, majestic and outstanding, at first glance, it is the fate of a nobleman."

Cheng Lan: "..."

She secretly rolled her eyes, this Cheng old goblin really became a spirit.

You're thick-skinned, thicker than the corner of the city wall.

Cheng Lan pretended to sigh with regret: "That's a pity, now it is China, and your son will not be destined to be an emperor."

Sun Ying laughed: "Ha, it doesn't matter, it's okay for us to fight for supremacy in the Asen shopping mall. Asen, are you right?"

Lu Ansen: "..."

How big a face does it take to dare to answer?

His mother still thinks he has not lost enough face?

Sun Ying: "..."

She felt that Old Fairy Sun's shameless deeds were unmatched by anyone, so she secretly gave Lu Ansen a sympathetic look, and added a word of mouth: With a mother like this, this life is not in vain.

Lu Ansen: "..."

On Sun Ying's side, no one answered her words, so she looked at Cheng Lang, smiled like a seductive witch, and asked, "Ah Lang, do you think what Auntie said is right?"

To hell!

Auntie, you are so exaggerated to praise your son, I blush for you.

Cheng Lang gave Lu Ansen a sympathetic look. The latter lowered his head, showing no expression.He guessed that he was also embarrassed, and it was rare for him to be kind, so he smiled and replied: "Auntie is right."

If he doesn't answer, Aunt Sun will be embarrassed, and Lu Ansen will be even more embarrassed, right?

Cheng Lang felt that he was as kind as an angel, and he agreed with his conscience: "I also think that President Lu walks like a dragon, has an extraordinary appearance, and has a destiny of great wealth."

Sun Ying was surprised to meet her confidant: "Good boy, Auntie, I love to hear the truth from you the most."

Cheng Lang: "..."

Sun Ying showed off her son and was in a good mood.Although the son is very good, he still needs to speak with strength.So, she pulled up the chair, got closer to her son, and said softly, "A Sen, mother, I like this small restaurant very much. I think the food is very special."

Just as they were talking, the waiters filed in with the dishes.

Soon, various delicacies filled the circular revolving table.

Sun Ying put the food on her son's plate and said, "A Sen, the only wish in my life is to eat the food from this small restaurant every day. Today is thanks to A Lang and the others, otherwise, mother can Not so lucky. Alas, alas, alas—"

Every time the tune of the three chants appears, it indicates that nothing good will happen.

Lu Ansen was used to his mother occasionally having some weird thoughts, pinched his temples, and said helplessly: "Mom, what do you want to say, just say it well, don't go around in circles."

Sun Ying's eyes lit up immediately, and she went straight to the point: "A Sen, shall we buy this restaurant?"

Lu Ansen: "..."

What kind of restaurant did you buy out of nowhere?

Although the food is good and has some local characteristics, it is nothing compared to the fashion hotel.He's bored, he's here to buy a private restaurant for fun!

But it's definitely not okay to refuse rashly. If my mother is such a face-saving person, if he slaps her in the face, the future will be difficult.Thinking about it, he pointed his finger at his forehead and suggested in a low voice: "Mom, since you like the food of this restaurant, why don't you poach the chef from this restaurant?"

Sun Ying: "..."

She wanted to buy this restaurant purely to prove Lu's strength and her son's ability.The son poachs people's corners like this, and draws his salary from the bottom of the pot, it's simply... so bad!

Cheng Lang on the side also thinks so, what's the difference between poaching someone's chef and asking someone else's restaurant to close down?It's just too wicked!

Cheng Lang booked a restaurant today, and got the kind hospitality from Boss Lu, how can he watch his restaurant fall into crisis?So, he frowned and said, "Brother Lu, it's not right for you to do this. Other restaurants serve the public, and you can't just look at other chefs' cooking and think of taking it for yourself!"

In fact, Lu Ansen said that poaching people was just an excuse, for no reason, he didn't have to make trouble with other restaurants.However, he didn't want to explain. In order to prevent his mother from saying embarrassing things, he used the excuse of going to the bathroom to hide from others.

He left his seat, Cheng Lang stirred a few mouthfuls of vegetables, ate some, and then slipped away.

The table was instantly cold, but only Cheng Lan and Sun Ying could warm up the scene in minutes.

"As for this small shop, it is actually very simple to say that we want to buy it..." Sun Ying continued the previous topic, and in a few minutes, Xiu's son's battle started again.

outside the bathroom

Lu Ansen was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette.He lowered his head, his eyes focused on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

Cheng Lang walked over, and seeing the man's slightly lonely figure, his heart moved inexplicably.

"Brother Lu, can you borrow a cigarette?"

Inexplicably, he also wanted to smoke a cigarette.

"You don't smell of smoke on you. If you don't smoke, don't touch this kind of thing."

There was scolding in Lu Ansen's words, but also a hint of concern.

Um.It was this kind of vague concern, similar to the elders' love for the younger generation, that made him so eager to become this person's apprentice?

Cheng Lang leaned against the wall and was very close to him. When he turned his head to talk, the heat would even spray on his neck.

Lu Ansen froze unnaturally for a moment, moved to the side imperceptibly, and continued to smoke the cigarette in his hand.

Cheng Lang pretended not to notice his small movements, leaned over, put his head on his shoulder, and asked in a low voice: "Some people say that smoking and drinking are good for inspiration, is it true?"

He is a non-smoker and rarely touches alcohol.He longed to live that unrestrained and happy life that belongs to men, but he stayed away after all.As a star pianist, with decent manners and an elegant image, under layers of masks, he has lost too much happiness of ordinary people.

The question asked by Cheng Lang did not get an answer from the man.He didn't care, and asked with a smile: "I heard that if you are not a madman, you will not become a Buddha. Artists are all lunatics. I live so rationally. It seems that I have no hope of becoming a top artist in this life, right?"

For his two questions, Lu Ansen smoked two cigarettes.He didn't want to hear these words, but he didn't want to leave the man's side.At this moment, Cheng Lang is like a simple child, full of curiosity about everything.And, he adores him.

This kind of worship is very small, it can be said to be insignificant, but he can feel it.

In fact, he could also feel that Cheng Lang wanted to worship him as a teacher. He was in a stage of confusion and urgently needed someone like a teacher to guide him.

This teacher, the masters in the piano world are clearly better.But it involves a lot of privacy, and although people in the piano industry can help him, he can't fully communicate with him.And he, who is not a member of their circle and has profound knowledge of piano, is the best candidate.

It's a pity that he has already promised others that he will never touch the piano in his life.

Lu Ansen smoked the third cigarette, Cheng Lang also asked the third question: "I heard that children with autism are very talented in music, do you also have autism?"

Lu Ansen: "..."

Has his curiosity stretched too far?

There are all kinds of things, there is everything, so you can ask wherever you think of it?

Lu Ansen took a deep breath of the cigarette, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring, his voice was low and charming: "Are you a curious baby?"

Unexpectedly, he would speak, Cheng Lang was slightly startled: "Huh?"

Lu Ansen was amused by his cute look, and smiled in front of him for the first time.That kind of smile was so shallow that Cheng Lang thought it was an illusion.

Lu Ansen smiled and said, "You are like a walking book of "One Hundred Thousand Whys."

Cheng Lang didn't seem to understand the deep meaning of the words, and asked in a daze, "Are you praising me as profound and broad as a book?"

Lu Ansen: "..."

This time, he smiled a lot deeper.The eyes are curved, and the corners of the lips are slightly raised in a beautiful arc.

"Ah."

He replied softly, with a smile in his eyes.

Cheng Lang: "..."

The man did it on purpose, definitely did it on purpose.

However, he has made him happy so much, can he be accepted as a disciple?

Cheng Lang felt a little uneasy in his heart, and asked in a low voice: "Lu Ansen..."

Knowing what he wanted to say, Lu Ansen raised his hand and stuffed the cigarette butt into his mouth, and laughed in a low voice: "It's no use!" After finishing his sentence, he walked towards the private room with his long legs.

Nima!Soft and hard, coquettish to please and show cuteness, men are soft and hard!

Cheng Lang blushed with anger, took off the cigarette butt and fell hard to the ground.

The good temper ended here, and he became furious again: "Lu Ansen, are you sure you don't want to accept me as an apprentice?"

Lu Ansen stopped walking without looking back.

When Lu Ansen walked around the corner and disappeared, Cheng Lang kept cursing and cursing: "Damn, I blinded my heart for nothing. Hmph, it seems that right and wrong forced me to fight a protracted war!"

Lu Ansen at the corner: "..."

protracted war?

He bent his lips and touched the watch in his hand.

Sometimes she is cheerful and cute, sometimes elegant and luxurious, sometimes arrogant and narcissistic, and sometimes... Cheng Lang, what surprises will he give him?