The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

Cheng Lang is obsessed with playing the piano. For 24 years, apart from his mother, the piano has been everything to him.It can be said without hesitation that he has true love for the piano and has devoted all his enthusiasm to it.

Although he is not talented and does not work hard enough, he really likes playing the piano.In addition to fame and fortune, there is also a pure heart for pursuing piano art.

However, Xu Yuan wanted him to take the road of acting.They have known each other for so long, they are friends, confidants, Maxima and Changle, but it turns out that they are all fake.

Xu Yuan did not agree with him, nor did he really agree with his piano skills.

No one supports him!

Fans only talk about his good looks, his figure, he looks like an elegant prince when he plays the piano... He is praised as a genius, a piano god, and many, many people praise his music...

But few people say, oh, that Cheng Lang who plays the piano is actually just mediocre.

Except Lu Ansen.

He is different.

From the first time he met him, he knew that he meant something to him.

Cheng Lang drove home, parked the car, and started calling Lu Ansen.In fact, there is nothing to talk about, just want to talk to him.

The first time I dialed, it didn't work.

Continue to dial, still not through.

Cheng Lang dialed patiently for the third time, and after dawdling for a long time, he finally got through: "Hello, who are you?"

Cheng Lang pinched his nose, and said in a motherly voice, "Brother Lu, don't you remember the younger brother of the Cheng family in the Lu's restaurant?"

Lu Ansen: "...Cheng Lang? Is there something wrong?"

have to!How cold!

Cheng Lang curled his lips and pretended to be rough: "Hey, Lu Ansen? Cheng Lang was kidnapped by me, immediately pay 3000 million to XX account."

Lu Ansen: "...Are you bored?"

Very boring!

Bored head.

I just want to bother him if I'm bored!

Cheng Lang stood on his balcony, leaning on the fence with his elbows, with a faint smile on his lips.

Sure enough, when you are unhappy, you have to find something funny to do.For example, to tease land facial paralysis.

Lu Ansen, who didn't know that he was someone else's fun, said in a deep voice, "Cheng Lang, if you need money, you can ask me for it."

Cheng Lang was leaning on the railing, looking at the white clouds in the sky. Hearing this, he was so excited that he almost dropped his phone, and asked in surprise, "You want to cover me?"

Lu Ansen's tone was very indifferent: "...you think too much, I'm just subsidizing art. Don't you just want to earn some money and devote yourself to the pursuit of piano art on the premise of ensuring that you can live comfortably?"

He, he actually knew it all.

Cheng Lang became even more excited, he quickly stood up straight, held his phone tightly and smiled, "Lu Ansen, I will fall in love with you if you do this."

Lu Ansen: "..."

Like him?

If he likes it like this, his liking is too cheap!

Lu Ansen said coldly: "How much money do you want to feel safe? To devote yourself to the pursuit of piano art?"

Cheng Lang didn't answer his words, and continued the previous topic, with a playful smile: "Lu Ansen, you are so kind to me...you are so kind to me, do you have a crush on me for many years? Tell me, do you want to... ..."

Lu Ansen interrupted coldly: "You think too much. To me, money is something outside of me."

have to!This realm!You are rich, you are awesome!You are thinking too much.

Cheng Lang secretly rolled his eyes, and snorted angrily: "Hey, people who are not short of money often express such sentiments. Forgive me for being vulgar, I don't have such sentiments yet. But, Lu Ansen, do you really want to give me money?"

Lu Ansen's voice was low and gentle: "Yes. How much? Is one hundred million enough?"

Give away [-] million to play?

Even though he was used to big scenes, Cheng Lang couldn't help being shocked: "You gave me [-] million for no reason, and you still say you don't like me? Lu Ansen, you must like me, and you still want to include me?"

Lu Ansen: "...you really think too much."

Said he was thinking too much!

What a dead duck!

But for such a stupid reason, he really couldn't find any words to refute it for a while!

Cheng Lang was so angry that he began to sing: "I think too much, you always say that. But you don't, you really feel sorry for me. I think too much, and I say the same. Because this is the only thing that can... comfort me The reason..."

Lu Ansen: "..."

After singing Li Jiuzhe's "Thinking Too Much", Cheng Lang had a tactful smile, and the end sound was playful: "Lu Ansen, you are so generous, why don't you give yourself to me?"

Lu Ansen: "..."

Was he being sexually or harassed?

Lu Ansen, who was harassed for the first time, didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere was awkward for a moment.

Cheng Lang suddenly changed the funny route, pretending to be deep and depressed, and said: "Can you? Teach me to play the piano and help me let myself go. I'm not free, Lu Ansen."

The last three words are extraordinarily heavy.

Like a boulder, it weighed on Lu Ansen's heart.

Lu Ansen didn't answer, and hung up the phone directly.He hurried upstairs, and in the large bedroom, a silver-white piano was covered with a yellowish cloth.

Cheng Lang is the first person who doesn't know him, but is sure that he can play the piano.

As for why he helped him many times and made exceptions for him, maybe it was just on the podium, he asked him in surprise with a slightly startled expression, "Mr. Lu also plays the piano?"

He is different.

Lu Ansen stretched out his hand and touched the keyboard involuntarily.His slender fingers slid across the keyboard at will, and the music flowed between his fingers. Even the notes that didn't form a melody were very pleasant to hear.

Qingyue, passionate, as if life is struggling to cry: six years, six years...

He has not touched the piano for six years.

On such a sunny afternoon, Lu Ansen stood by the piano for a long time without moving.If you get closer, you will hear his lips move slightly, whispering: "I'm sorry..."

At the same time, Cheng Lang returned to the bedroom.He took off his coat and shoes, unbuttoned his shirt, and lay down on the piano.Because of his body, the piano made a musical sound of big beads falling on a jade plate.

Cheng Lang was taking a nap on the piano, the black and white piano keys felt slightly cool to the touch, and when they touched his skin, they felt particularly comfortable.

When I woke up, it was already dark.

He was still holding the phone in his hand, and an unread text message popped out of it.He frowned, and clicked open: Your card with the end number 7310XX deposited 16 yuan at 08:100000000 on X, X...

what the hell!

Is he biting his hand when he has too much money?I really called him... How many zeros are these?

Cheng Lang silently counted those zeros, a total of [-] million.He was so startled that he almost fell off the piano, and immediately dialed Lu Ansen's number.

beep-

The other party obviously didn't answer.

Cheng Lang didn't give up, and then hit again, hitting no less than five times, and the opponent blocked him directly.

Nima, it's amazing!

It's the first time I saw him send money and block him!

Cheng Lang couldn't get through the phone, and Cheng Lang didn't force it, thinking about finding a time to return the money.Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way.It's true that he loves money, but he doesn't love it enough to accept funding from others.

However, even so, the feeling of being given money to please is also overwhelming.

Um.Cheng Lang wishfully believed that Lu Ansen was giving money to please him.

He couldn't help thinking: Young master is capable, look, a fanboy, no, brother fan, directly tipped young master [-] million!If you want to brag in the future, you won’t be afraid of running out of materials.

Cheng Lang was so happy that he couldn't stop laughing at the corner of his mouth.He tidied up his clothes and walked downstairs with the wooden pallet.Because I was really happy, I kept hinting all the way to control my expression and maintain his gentle and elegant image of a male god.

I'm so happy!

Cheng Lang felt that this kind of refreshment could make him run for thousands of miles without panting.

Cheng Lang went downstairs and glanced at the living room, but he didn't see his mother.

There was a sound from the kitchen.

He Lin came here at some point, and was cooking in the kitchen. From time to time, there were crackling sounds of spatulas and pans, and his mother's dissatisfaction: "Okay, go away. When you finish a meal, we will Mr. Cheng is going to starve to death."

After hearing this, Cheng Lang curled his lips and walked to the door of the kitchen.He leaned against the door and asked with a smile, "When did Brother He come?"

He Lin heard the sound and looked over. Seeing that it was him, he untied the apron, stole a kiss on Cheng Lanqiao's face, and walked over with a smile: "A Lan said you are unhappy, let me take a look. What's wrong with you? What's bothering you?"

Cheng Lang shook his head: "No, what can I worry about?"

The negative energy hit by Xu Yuan was dispelled by Lu Ansen.He is in a high mood now, feeling relaxed, not to mention refreshing.

He Lin didn't know his state of mind, frowned, and said in a low voice: "Don't hold on, this is at home, don't need to cover it up. Besides, if you don't talk about many things, your mother will be more worried after reading it. "

Cheng Lang nodded: "I know. My mother is right. I was really in a bad mood at first, but it's really much better now. Look, does my grin look fake?"

He said, pointing to the corner of his raised lips.

It's more fake than fake, and it's extravagant.

These are the words in He Lin's heart, but he won't say them out.

He Lin walked to the sofa and sat down, and told some interesting things with Cheng Lang.It was probably a secret story about a strange event in the mall, Cheng Lang echoed a few words, and then turned the topic to Lu Ansen.

To Cheng Lang, Lu Ansen is a mystery that attracts him to explore.

Cheng Lang pretended to be casual and said: "Brother He said before that he taught Lu Ansen how to swim, and I feel that you are very familiar." When he said this, he took a banana from the coffee table.Not very hungry, it is convenient to divert attention, so as not to show his feet.

But in fact, it is purely superfluous.

He Lin is a straight man, so he doesn't think there is anything wrong with what he asked.Everyone will have curiosity, outstanding men and women, no matter who is interested in gossip.

He Lin only thought that Cheng Lang was gossiping, and nodded with a smile: "Yeah. Yes. We've known each other for a while, but he doesn't fit in. We don't have much friendship."

Still out of gregarious!

Emotional intelligence feels out of the human world.

Cheng Lang complained in his heart, and while chewing bananas, he asked, "Why don't you fit in? Are you withdrawn? Autistic?"

He Lin shook his head: "It's a bit withdrawn, not autistic. In fact, he is quite nice, but he is very strange and does things that people can't understand."

When Cheng Lang thought of the [-] million that Lu Ansen called out of nowhere, it felt incomprehensible.So, I nodded in agreement: "For example?"