The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

Xiaoan followed quickly, seeing his frowning, thinking that he was still unhappy about the previous matter, so he comforted him: "Master, don't be as knowledgeable as him. I think he must be jealous that you are more beautiful than him." , and more talented than him. You don’t know, there are a lot of people like you who are envious and jealous.”

Cheng Lang: "..."

I really want to ask her where did she see that people are envious and jealous?

Xiao An didn't know what was going on in his heart, and continued to comfort him, "Really, think about it, isn't the song you played all hit the charts. And the mv you helped compose, which one wasn't so popular? Yesterday, Mr. He also told me that there is a director who wants to make a personal biography for you."

It's okay for Xiao An not to talk about these things, but the more he talks about Cheng Lang, the more unhappy he feels.

Others couldn't understand Lu Ansen's words, how could he, an expert, not understand?

Although those comments were harsh, they were indeed pertinent comments.In the past 24 years, he has not had any good music. What kind of piano master is he?Also in the country relying on his appearance, he has some fame.If he really went abroad, it would be fine if he couldn't get on the stage, maybe even a clown couldn't get his turn.

He has always wanted to compose a good song these years, but he is not a musical genius, and he rarely has a flash of inspiration.In addition, he is considered half of the entertainment industry, and he is rarely able to calm down in Huahua World, so he can't compose good songs.

Lu Ansen saw through his essence at a glance. Is it really as he said, he has never played the piano and has no understanding of music theory?

Thinking of this, Cheng Lang really wanted to go back and chat with Lu Ansen again.However, thinking of the other party's mouth, he gave up.I'm not in the mood today, if he said a few more ugly words, I'm afraid I'll do it directly.

After I figured it out, I felt better, and when I heard Xiao An talking about a master, I blushed.

These titles didn't sound like much before, but now they sound like irony.

"Don't call me master from now on."

"Huh? Why?"

"I'm young, and that would call me old."

A 24-year-old youth, no matter how talented he is, is still not worthy of the title of a master.He was really too arrogant before.

Xiao An was simple-minded. Although she couldn't figure out why she changed her words, she didn't ask the reason, but said, "Then don't call me Master, what should I call you? Brother Cheng?"

Cheng Lang curled his lips, brother and sister, I feel uncomfortable listening to it.Moreover, he is a bit narcissistic and likes to listen to nice words.So, turning her pretty eyes, she said seriously, "Call me a male god."

As he spoke, the corners of his lips curled up in a pleasant arc. He still deserves the title of male god.

Xiao An: "..."

Cheng Lang received the filial son award and drove home.

As Cheng Lang's life assistant, Xiao An is a frequent visitor to Cheng's family.She has a very good relationship with Cheng's mother. As soon as she entered the room, she shouted happily: "Miss Cheng, Miss Cheng, we are here to receive the award."

The Miss Cheng mentioned by Xiaoan is Cheng Lang's mother, a 42-year-old beautiful woman with a young mind like a little girl.Her name is Cheng Lan. Although she gave birth to Cheng Lang, she has never been married.

Xiaoan was right to call her Miss Cheng.

At this moment, Miss Cheng, Cheng Lan, was lying on the sofa applying a facial mask, and the maid Xiaoru was half-kneeling beside her, beating her legs.When she heard her son coming back, she didn't get up, but complained, "It's not that it will be over soon, why did you come back now? Xiao An, you can sit wherever you want, and it's not convenient for me to call you. Mr. Cheng, your Miss Cheng has been here until now Still hungry."

Cheng Lan is young at heart and has a strange personality.For example, she likes to call her son Mr. Cheng.

"Miss Cheng is hungry? There are so many people in the family, why are you still hungry?" It was Xiao An who was talking, and she walked over and asked while showing her the filial son award Cheng Lang had received.

Cheng Lan took the trophy, touched it up and down, looked left and right, like a child who got a new toy and couldn't put it down.She enjoyed it for a while before saying, "I want to eat what Mr. Cheng made."

Cheng Lan has a picky mouth, she is really hungry, and she can swallow the meals cooked by the servants at home, but she eats very little.

Cheng Lang felt sorry for his mother, so he often cooked for her.He cooks with heart and is very good at cooking. Over time, Cheng Lan got used to eating, and his mouth became even more picky.

The mother I dote on will finish pampering even when she cries.

Since then, Cheng Lang has been in charge of the family.

From this point of view, Cheng Lang is indeed a dutiful son.

Cheng Lang walked into the living room, took off his suit jacket, and handed it to the maid beside him.Hearing his mother's complaints, he came over, half-kneeled in front of the sofa, waved his hands to let the leg-beating maid leave, and beat his mother's legs himself.

He knew that every time his mother came back from the square dance, his servants would beat her legs, so he asked, "Miss Cheng went to the square dance today?"

Cheng Lan knew that the leg-beater had changed, and she wasn't used to it at all.She responded with "Yes", and said very critically: "A bit to the left, a bit to the top."

Cheng Lang pressed her words and pinched her legs, and continued to ask: "How long has Miss Cheng been dancing this time?"

"Half an hour."

"Isn't it usually an hour?"

Hearing this, Cheng Lan sat up suddenly, took off the mask and threw it on the coffee table, and said excitedly: "Mr. Cheng, you don't know, a newcomer came today, and she invited her to drink coffee after halfway through the dance." .”

Cheng Lang nodded clearly, and asked with a smile, "And then?"

Cheng Lan curled her lips like a little girl, and said unhappily: "The newcomer joined the square dance club I organized, without the slightest self-consciousness of a newcomer. Invite us to drink coffee, watch and listen to the Tao, who knows, as soon as we enter the coffee shop He started to show off his son. He said that his son was handsome, young and promising, the CEO of a listed company, and worth over [-] million. The aunts who talked about praised her for being lucky, and even introduced their own daughter to her. How unreasonable! "

She is the one who makes the aunts praise her good fortune on weekdays, but today she was upstaged by a newcomer, and Miss Cheng was very upset.

Knowing his mother's temperament, Cheng Lang comforted him with a smile: "Miss Cheng is not angry, you will get wrinkles when you are angry."

At this time, Xiao An had already received the filial son trophy, looked at it in the living room, and found a suitable place to put it away.

After listening to their conversation, she also sat down and said comfortingly: "Yes, Miss Cheng doesn't need to be as knowledgeable as a newcomer. Such a person can be seen as a braggart at a glance. You have a really good son, our male god This time I also won the Best Dutiful Son Award. You are the most blessed."

Xiaoan's words undoubtedly touched Cheng Lan's heart.She smiled, her well-maintained face was like a flower.Especially the eyes, which are smooth and delicate, without any trace of age.

Cheng Lan was in a better mood, so she pulled her son and praised: "Our Mr. Cheng really looks good on me! Come on, give me a sweet one."

Cheng Lang: "..."

Every time my mother was in a good mood, she would kiss him on the cheek.At first, he was not used to it and would avoid it.But his mother blushed and said that he didn't love her anymore, so he had no choice but to accept the gift of her sweet kiss like a servant.

Cheng Lan kissed his son, then waved his son to cook.

Cheng Lang nodded in response, and Xiao An held his face in his hands and said pitifully, "Male god, can I stay?"

This means to stay with Cengfan, and she has done it many times.

Cheng Lang nodded and went to the kitchen without saying a word.

Xiao An flattered excitedly: "Thank you, the male god, the male god must be the reincarnation of an angel, um, it should be Apollo, the sun god."

Cheng Lang: "..."

He was busy in the kitchen for half an hour, making some home-cooked dishes.

I don't have the appetite to eat, but fortunately, Xiao An accompanied her mother to eat, so she didn't look lonely.

He ate a little casually and went upstairs.

Cheng Lang's bedroom is facing the sun and is very spacious, but there is no luxurious decoration inside, it is all pure white, white curtains, white bedding, all kinds of white furniture, and a white grand piano.

Cheng Lang sat on the stool, his hands flying on the keys.His fingers are very nimble, and he can play 14 notes in one second. Some people call him "the hand of God".

But with the "hand of God", but can't make a good song, how ironic.

He is the same person who dreams of becoming a first-class composer!

Cheng Lang stood up irritably, tore open his shirt, and threw his tie to the ground.He also took off his shoes and walked around on the white floor in his socks.

He really couldn't play the tune anymore, it felt like he was exhausted.But how young he is, exactly the age at which a pianist should spark.

The more Cheng Lang thought about it, the more irritable he became, his beautiful face was flushed with sweat.He wanted to roar, to run, to drink to vent.But, no.When the mother is downstairs, she will be worried.There are paparazzi outside, and if you drink alcohol, you will be written nonsense.

Wait a few more years, wait a few more years... just fine...

Thinking so, Cheng Lang threw himself on the bed, curled up into a baby's position, and fell asleep slowly.

Outside the door, Cheng Lan heard the slight movement from the bedroom, and the knocking hand stopped in mid-air.

Xiao An saw it, and without knowing why, she stood downstairs and asked her, "What's the matter? Why doesn't Miss Cheng go in?"

Cheng Lan withdrew her hand and looked at the tray in her hand. Apples, grapes and bananas were neatly placed on it.She was sending a fruit platter to her son, but when she knocked on the door, she hesitated.

Cheng Lan walked down slowly, put the fruit platter on the tea table, frowned and asked, "I don't think Mr. Cheng is very happy, what happened today?"

When Xiao An heard this, he immediately thought of something, and said with righteous indignation: "If you don't ask, I forgot. Today the male god went to accept the award, and the award was presented by Lu Ansen from the Lu Group. I don't know why he was invited , secretly criticizing the male god's mediocre piano skills, what he said is so ugly."

"Lu Ansen?"

Cheng Lan muttered the name, feeling a little familiar.

Isn't this the precious son that newcomer Sun Ying said today?

Cheng Lan became interested, and hurriedly asked Xiao An to find out the ins and outs of the incident.

Xiao An felt sorry for her male god, so she acted out Lu Ansen's words verbatim and emotionally.

Cheng Lan was so angry when he learned the inside story!

Fuck you, Sun Ying bullied her, and her son bullied her son.

Outrageous!

Annoyance flashed across Cheng Lan's eyes, and she began to think about how to vent her anger on her son.