The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

The red rice porridge is sweet, soft and greasy, but unfortunately it is a bit overcooked, and the heat is not so good.

It's a little worse than the porridge he cooked, and the appraisal is complete.

Cheng Lang tasted the red rice porridge, took a few sips, and said with a smile, "Brother Lu, if I'm in good health, I'll cook you a meal myself, and let you see what food is."

Lu Ansen nodded, with a flat tone: "Yes. Good."

Cheng Lang frowned: "The reaction is so cold? Not interested?"

Lu Ansen shook his head: "It doesn't matter, I don't care about my appetite."

Cheng Lang frowned again, and his tone emphasized: "The key is my craftsmanship, aren't you curious? Don't expect it?"

Lu Ansen didn't answer but instead asked, "Do you want these hands to wash my hands and make soup for me all day long?"

"Do not want to."

"Then why do you make me curious and look forward to it? What if I eat the food you cook and become addicted?"

"You are so rational, how come you easily become addicted?"

"The problem is you. I'm addicted to everything about you."

The words were spoken quickly and loudly.

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down, and Cheng Lang was stunned for three seconds, his heart pounding.

It's not easy!

Caught off guard a confession ah!

Cheng Lang looked at the man with a dark red complexion, his brows and eyes were crooked with a smile.He was flattered in his heart, but seeing the man's cold face, he knew that he was thin-skinned, so he restrained his smile, coughed twice on purpose, and said pretendingly: "Actually... Actually, I'm not that good..."

Lu Ansen: "..."

This person, who is rude, arrogant, and mean-spirited, even if he is hypocritical and posturing, makes him feel fresh and interesting.It's really poisonous!

Lu Ansen sighed secretly, and finished feeding a bowl of porridge in one go.

Cheng Lang finished his porridge and lay down again.He was now weak and tired, and desperately needed rest.

Sitting beside him, Lu Ansen watched him fall asleep with love in his eyes.

Cheng Lang looks frivolous and flirtatious, quite dishonest, but if he really wants to be nice to someone, he is really nice.Knowing that he couldn't bear it, she teased him in various ways until he ate him up, and even said some sad words so that he would eat him without feeling guilty.

How could he be so good to him?

Lu Ansen put the empty bowl on the table, untied his apron, and lay down on the bed.He leaned against his back, his arms wrapped around his slender waist, his heart was so tender that it was about to break.

"Aaron, I will treat you very well."

"Aaron, I won't let anyone hurt you!"

……

At that time, he made a promise in his heart.

But I didn't want to, the reality slapped me hard the next day.

News about Cheng Lang plagiarizing several piano pieces by a certain piano composer quickly dominated the headlines of major newspapers and websites.

At the same time, countless reporters flocked to Qinglang Studio, broadcasting the news that Xu Yuan admitted the facts and apologized to the public in real time, and hinted that behind Qinglang Studio, there is a gunman operating!

Public opinion was everywhere, and the whole country was in an uproar for a while, and countless fans cried: "What I met was inhumane, and the piano god turned out to be an idiot vase!"

The so-called depth of love, responsibility.The fans who felt that they had been deceived quickly turned black, assembled an astonishing force, and demanded: the whole country ban Cheng Lang!

When Lu Ansen received the news, he was studying a new piano piece with Cheng Lang.

On the staff, messy notes quickly covered the entire paper.

But Cheng Lang seemed to be suddenly inspired. He turned a page and continued to write, not even noticing the ringing of his mobile phone.

Lu Ansen answered the call for him, and stepped aside to answer the call.Then, I heard Xiao An's panicked words: "It's not good, Master Cheng, there are crazy rumors that you plagiarized other people's piano music, and now the world is upside down. Where are you? Have you received the news? How could Brother Xu admit it?" ? His words are trying to destroy you!"

The information composed of Xiaoan's messy words is extremely terrifying!

Lu Ansen narrowed his eyes and unconsciously clenched his fingers into a fist.

Cheng Lang was framed for plagiarism?

Xu Yuan also admitted?

He was shocked for three seconds and subconsciously looked at Cheng Lang.The other party happened to be looking at him, with a smile on his face, and his voice was excited: "Brother Lu, I am full of inspiration now, and I feel like I have been inspired by God. Ha, I will be the best piano composer in China in the future."

He still doesn't know what's going on outside, and he's still excited about composing the piano piece.Like a simple child, purely happy and proud of music.

He really likes music.

But someone actually framed him for plagiarism!

Xu Yuan!

He actually harbored a lot of resentment for taking revenge on Cheng Lang like this.

Simply unforgivable!

Lu Ansen was furious in his heart, and an anxious call came from the phone: "Master Cheng? Master Cheng, what should we do? It's chaotic outside, and the reporters may be checking your address right now, trying to surround you. Master Cheng, hurry up!" Hurry up and avoid the limelight. I heard that some fans have lost their minds and are coming to trouble you, Master Cheng..." Xiao An's voice was anxious, and she seemed to be about to cry out of fright.

Lu Ansen didn't speak the whole time, and Xiao An thought that "he" was shocked, so he didn't find it strange.

The two maintained a conversation mode of talking and listening, which lasted about 5 minutes, and Lu Ansen hung up the phone without saying a word.

The facts are obvious, Cheng Lang has been calculated.

And at this moment, he still doesn't know it!Like a child who knows nothing about the world, he is immersed in his own music world.

Lu Ansen watched Cheng Lang sitting at the piano, tapping the pianist with his left hand, and quickly dancing his handwriting with his right hand, focusing and intoxicated.He was supposed to be like this, the turmoil and sinister plots outside would only dirty his eyes and ears.

He can't let him know.

Lu Ansen blacklisted Xiao An's cell phone number, and hurried out of the room.He found a maid and ordered her to disconnect the villa's wireless network.The Cheng family's villa was no longer safe, so in order to prevent the reporters from coming, he recruited bodyguards to surround them and stop them.He wants to isolate the outside news, create a safe and pure environment for him, and let him let his inspiration fly freely.

Cheng Lang didn't know all this.

He wrote two pieces for piano and then played the piano for four hours.

When he woke up from the world of music, he was alone in the bedroom.

My stomach was already singing empty city plan, rumbling happily.He touched Kong Kong's stomach, stood up, glanced at the empty room, and walked out with a frown.

Where did the man go?

Why did you leave without saying hello?

He thought unhappily, and went downstairs to look for someone.

The smell of food wafted from the restaurant, causing my stomach to protest loudly.So hungry!He is going to eat first.

In the restaurant

Lu Ansen sat upright, staring coldly at the bowl of soup in front of him.That is a concentrated point of his eyes, if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are scattered.

He was thinking about a problem, a serious problem—what good would Xu Yuan do if he ruined Cheng Lang?

He has worked so hard to train him for many years, and it makes no sense to choose revenge just because Cheng Lang slept with him.Even if he retaliates, such a stupid thing that hurts both sides, he will not do it.

But he did, and he did it extremely thoroughly.

Xu Yuan wanted to destroy Cheng Lang. Plagiarism was already despised, and the operation of the gunmen in the studio made the situation worse.Once this kind of bad reputation is carried, it is difficult to wash it off, especially if he admits it himself.

What happened to Xu Yuan?Why do you do this?

Lu Ansen couldn't figure it out. After sending Charlene to investigate the scandal, he had been thinking about it.

Why on earth did Xu Yuan fabricate such a scandal?

Do Xu Yuan and Cheng Lang have deeper grievances?

No one will tell him.

Cheng Lang was kept in the dark, he didn't know everything, and he was drinking a bowl of soup with relish.Well, the West Lake Beef Soup is delicious and looks very appetizing.

Cheng Lang can only eat liquid food now, rice porridge and broth are good choices.

Suck, suck, snort——

Lu Ansen was awakened by his wolfish voice, looked away, and looked at him: "Did you play it? Is it going well?"

Cheng Lang nodded while drinking the soup: "It's going very well, inspiration is flying like sparks recently!"

That's rarely the case with him really.

Ever since I was with a man, my life felt much more exciting, and my life became more interesting.He likes the feeling of having him around, even just thinking about him makes him feel relaxed and comfortable.

This is his unique charm.

Perhaps because of this charm, he was ignited to create the spark.

Cheng Lang began to tell him the piano music he had composed enthusiastically, "Ode to Freedom", praising the spirit of the world's unyielding pursuit of oneself; and "Love Story", praising love as the most beautiful music in the world.

Lu Ansen listened with great interest, and echoed some words of encouragement and praise.When he was exhausted, he proposed: "Alang, you should compose a song for me."

Cheng Lang was stunned: "Are you right? Do you think that piano music comes as soon as you say it? This requires inspiration, and inspiration always disappears as soon as it appears, and it is hard to find."

This is what it means to shirk refusal.

Lu Ansen slightly hooked his lips, his eyes were determined: "Alang, you know that music can speak."

Music can speak. Throughout the ages, many composers have composed music for others, either expressing commemoration or telling their hearts.

However, Cheng Lang still wanted to refuse, and said with a embarrassed face: "Lu Ansen, you are in a difficult position!"

Lu Ansen shook his head: "You know, I never force others to be difficult."

Obviously it is!

Cheng Lang shouted angrily in his heart, but he could only say on the face: "You haven't composed a piece of music for me? No, you haven't even played a piano piece for me. It's not fair! Lu Ansen, this unfair!"

There are many unfair things in the world.

Lu Ansen didn't look at him, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Lunch is not very rich, rice and two dishes of home-cooked side dishes.During the days when Cheng Lang ate liquid food these days, he always lived a very poor life, and felt a little like sharing joys and sorrows with him.

Unfortunately, someone may not even know.

If you know, you won't say the word "unfair".

Thinking of this, his expression changed.

Cheng Lang saw that his face was pale, a little unhumanly indifferent.To be honest, I still feel very uncomfortable.If you like someone, you will always be easily affected by the other person's emotions, but if you are affected, there is nothing you can do.

Cheng Lang finally compromised, but before the compromise, he stubbornly resisted: "Lu Ansen, if I compose a piece of music for you, how about you? Can you play the piano for me once?"