The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

When the video call ended, Cheng Lang felt very sorry.He had another question, and the man didn't answer it.So, he took the initiative to initiate a video chat, but the man just ignored him because he played a big game.

Cheng Lang was very angry, and said patiently: "You haven't answered yet, why did you say you can't play the piano?"

Lu Ansen didn't answer.

Cheng Lang asked again, with an aggrieved voice with a hint of resentment: "Are you angry? I didn't say anything, why are you stingy?"

Lu Ansen still didn't answer.

In fact, he had already left the bedroom and was invited by his mother to the restaurant for dinner.

Lu's dining table

Surprisingly very lively, two strange guests came.

They were all young, tall, thin, and handsome, with the innocence and straightforwardness of a fledgling young college student in their eyebrows and eyes.He sat on his seat, looking around with curiosity and appreciation in his eyes.

The man sitting next to him was the opposite, less than 1.7 meters tall, but estimated to have a tonnage of [-] kilograms.However, although short and fat, but white and fat, with a Maitreya-like smile on his face, he looks very festive, and it is easy to make people feel good.

Lu Ansen frowned, not understanding how these two people got to his house.

Sun Ying quickly let him understand, pulled the short and fat man, and introduced to him: "This is Master Li, he opened Xiao Li's dessert shop, the business in Lin'an City is good, and you usually have to wait in line a few hours."

Lu Ansen nodded, thinking that this is the chef his mother invited to teach him how to make desserts.He shook hands with him, with a lukewarm attitude: "Hello."

Sun Ying saw that his attitude was not very enthusiastic, so she continued to add: "Don't underestimate him, Xiao Li is also a master figure in the dessert world, no worse than Cheng Lang. Besides, Xiao Li is also Cheng Lang's dessert chef .His skill in making desserts was taught by him."

When she said this, Lu Ansen became interested, and said softly, "Really? Mr. Li?"

Li Yan is a loyal and honest guy. Hearing his question, he nodded with a smile: "Yes, Mr. Cheng is a very humble and studious student."

Modesty and studious?

Can this word also be used on Cheng Lang?

Lu Ansen's face darkened, and his voice was flat: "No need to compliment him, I know what he is like. Not to mention his pride, he also has some arrogant narcissism."

Li Yan shook his head seriously: "Is there? When I got along with Mr. Cheng, I really didn't feel this way. He is a positive, optimistic, enthusiastic and lively young man. We all like him very much, and we always think he is low-key and humble..."

"We?" Lu Ansen caught a word and interrupted him with a frown.

"Yeah. Us."

"Who else?"

"Master Lin, Mr. Tutor is in cooking. Master Yang, Mr. Tutor is in pastry. Yes, there is also Master He, Mr. Tutorial in yoga..."

Lu Ansen interrupted him: "Cheng Lang has many masters?"

Li Yan began to snap his fingers, one, two, three, four...

Lu Ansen was dumbfounded: "..."

Does that man have a habit of recognizing his master?

So, if he wants to be his piano teacher himself, is he just getting used to it?

Li Yan unconsciously made up the knife: "You asked me so, I remembered that Mr. Cheng really has many teachers, who taught him how to cook, who taught him how to make pastries, who taught him how to do yoga... Mr. Cheng respects his teacher very much, every June, he will hold a teacher appreciation banquet, and invite us to eat and drink."

Lu Ansen: "..."

He was so angry that he wanted to kill Cheng Lang.

He has all kinds of entanglements here, and he feels that he can't be his teacher easily. After all, he won't cherish it if he gets it easily, but it turns out that the teacher is the price of Chinese cabbage in his eyes!

Lu Ansen glanced at the young man beside Li Yan angrily, asking with eyes full of questions: What do you teach?

The latter understood what he meant, and his expression was innocent: "I don't teach anything, I'm here to make soy sauce."

Lu Ansen: "..."

Sun Ying came over to introduce him: "Oh, this is Song Zhang, a talented student from the director department of Peking University, who is here to cooperate with the filming of the video. Later, Xiao Li will make desserts for you, and Xiao Li will come to shoot. In the end, you show your face Just do it."

substitute?

It's not acting on TV, but also acting as a double?

Lu Ansen was already unable to bear his mother's whimsy, and his face was paralyzed with a powerless anxiety: "Mom, why don't you find a substitute like this to be blind to the audience?"

The difference between him and Li Yan's stature is too big, and the stand-in or something will definitely die at the sight of light.I really don't know which nerve of my mother was miswired to come up with such a bad idea.If Cheng Lang sees it, his fame will be ruined for the rest of his life.

It was the first time in Lu Ansen's life that he acted like a chatterbox, trying to dissuade him, but Sun Ying had made up his mind, no matter what he said, he would not let go of the idea of ​​using a double to win.

Lu Ansen looked at Song Zhang, wanting him to be sensible and say something.It's a pity that the latter smiled confidently: "Don't worry, my shooting technology plus special effects in post-production will definitely make you become brothers in minutes."

Lu Ansen: "..."

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Song Zhang's youthful spirit welled up in his heart, and he wrapped his arms around Li Yan's neck, and said firmly, "Don't believe me, okay, I'll show you the picture."

After he finished speaking, he circled Li Yan's neck and walked out.As he walked, he ordered: "You two change into the same clothes first. Later, Li Yan, you will be the same as usual and make your dessert obediently. And Mr. Lu, you just need to show your face at the last moment..."

Lu Ansen stopped him: "I don't have the same clothes at home."

Everyone looked dumbfounded: "..."

This sentence can be compared to dredging from the bottom of the pot, directly killing all plans.

Sun Ying was dying: "Is it too late to buy it now?"

Lu Ansen pinched his temples helplessly: "Mom, why should we go to such lengths to compare this with her? Do you understand?"

Sun Ying shook her head: "I don't understand."

Lu Ansen pinched his temples again, and spoke more bluntly: "This dessert show is meaningless. If you want to, go to a charity dinner for me. I heard it supports disabled artists, Mom, How glorious is this mission, and you may be interviewed by reporters at that time?"

"It's a charity dinner again?" Sun Ying looked disgusted, "I've been there many times, it's not interesting!"

However, a group of people show off their wealth and gain fame and fortune in the name of charity.Extremely boring!

Lu Ansen continued to coax: "You can't think like this, do you think anyone can go to the charity dinner? At least Aunt Sun can't go, she doesn't have that much spare money. So, Mom, why don't you go? Those aunts Seeing your good deeds, I will definitely praise you for your Holy Mother's heart."

Sun Ying was a little moved by what was said.

Lu Ansen continued his efforts, glanced at Li Yan and Song Zhang each, and motioned for them to talk.

Li Yan is kind and honest, so he naturally expressed his strong support for this kind of righteous deed: "Madam, Mr. Lu's proposal is very good. People must have the heart to repay the society, and good people will be rewarded."

Song Zhang was very displeased with the argument that "good people get good rewards", but he didn't try to tear it down, but echoed: "Xiao Li is very reasonable, beautiful lady, nothing can set off your low-key personality better than doing charity. , luxurious, connotative temperament.”

Sun Ying blushed from his praise, and said embarrassingly: "Then I'm sorry to bother you today, come on, let's have dinner first, let Asen toast you a few glasses of wine, and apologize for me."

Li Yan waved his hand: "Madam is too polite."

Song Zhang sat down on the seat, and put the vegetables in his mouth.

Li Yan frowned, leaned over, and said in a low voice, "Why are you a bit out of tune! How embarrassed are you to stay here to eat?"

Song Zhang held the dish between his hands, glanced at his fat and white face, tsk, it felt so white and soft, I really wanted to pinch it.He raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes sparkling: "Why are you embarrassed? Don't you say that good people are rewarded?"

Li Yan seemed to be caught by the light in his eyes, and he was dumbfounded: "..."

Lu Ansen ate very little for dinner, moved his chopsticks a few times, and went upstairs.He went back to the bedroom and found his mobile phone, ready to read Cheng Lang's message.But he clicked on his phone, but couldn't find "Wonderful Fame".

Fortunately, he doesn't have many WeChat friends. After searching for 3 minutes, he found a nickname that was somewhat similar, called "Lang's Senyi".He knew that Cheng Lang had changed his nickname, and felt that the level of naming a man was as good as his piano level.

He clicked on the dialog box and saw that all the voices he sent were withdrawn, and he frowned deeply.

This person... is inexplicable!

Lu Ansen became irritable again, threw his phone on the bed, took his bathrobe and went to the bathroom.

He took a shower, and the shower dropped warm water, flowing down his side face to his neck and his well-developed chest muscles.Then, fall into that sexy mermaid line.

Water vapor permeated the bathroom, and if it was outside, one could see through the frosted glass that the man had a perfect figure that was no less than that of a male model.

Half an hour later, the warm water slowly soothed his irritability.

Lu Ansen came out wrapped in a bathrobe, and lay down on the bed casually.A little boring.At this time before, how could he be so leisurely? Playing the piano occupied all his thoughts.Unfortunately, it can no longer be played.

How boring is life without a piano!

Lu Ansen, who was bored, was playing with his mobile phone, wanting to send a message to Cheng Lang, but he didn't know what to send.

Some things, rationality has repeatedly warned not to touch, but, like poppies, have a fatal attraction.

Sanity seems to be retreating steadily.

Forget it!

Forget it!

Lu Ansen lifted the quilt, closed his eyes, and was about to put down his phone when someone on WeChat sent a text message.

【I miss you. 】

Four words, concise and heavy.