The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

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I don't know when, it began to rain outside.The sky and the earth are very quiet, and the rainwater knocks on the car windows, playing a natural and pure music.

Lu Ansen rolled down the car window and stretched out his hand to feel the coolness of the rain.The spring rain, still a little cold, fell on the palm of the hand, which shocked people's spirits.

Lu Ansen likes this rainy day, especially when Cheng Lang is by his side, it is very leisurely, comfortable and comfortable.His fingers danced involuntarily, imitating the appearance of hitting the first white piano keys, with an expression of intoxication and enjoyment.

Cheng Lang was awakened by the spring breeze and rain, opened his sleepy eyes, and saw the man waving his fingers.At that time, the dim yellow light of the street lamps shone on his face, showing his expression of joy and intoxication.He seemed to be bewitched, and he couldn't help himself and rushed to kiss the corner of his lips.

"It's raining, that's great!"

"It's raining, it's nice to have you by my side."

"It's raining, it's nice that you are by my side, and I can still kiss you."

While kissing him carefully, Cheng Lang still did not forget to speak softly and sweetly.

Lu Ansen was thrown into a turmoil by his three consecutive words of "It's so good", and if he kneaded his heart, water might drip out.For a moment, he wanted to show his sincerity, to rub him into his flesh and blood to hide and protect him.Why is the person in his arms so pleasing, making him so happy that he doesn't know what to do.

Yes, Lu Ansen stroked his hair, not knowing what to say.He could only gently rub his hair, and slightly lowered his eyes, hiding the deep love of drowning in them.

Cheng Lang is not quiet, he opened the car door and pulled people out.

"The weather is so nice, let's go, let's go for a walk in the rain." He was in a good mood, pulled out the man and ran.

To put it simply, Cheng Lang is a very rebellious and wild man at heart.Under his innocent and harmless appearance, there is a bohemian heart.

Lu Ansen ran with him, watching him stretch out his arms and hug Chunyu.On this quiet and deserted runway, at this moment of darkness, he is free to be himself.

Cheng Lang took off his coat and threw the clothes out.

Lu Ansen caught it and held it tightly in his arms.

"Ah—cool—" Cheng Lang breathed heavily, the spring breeze and rain on his face made him feel refreshed, and his mood was so high that he flew up.

How much like my former self!

Free and easy, like all the gifts of nature.

Lu Ansen followed behind, a doting smile finally appeared on his paralyzed face.He hugged his clothes tightly, sniffing the remaining breath on his clothes.Like him, the fragrance is pleasant.Once you see it, you will be happy.

Cheng Lang ran a long way, then turned back and dragged him to lie down under a big tree.The surrounding green grass is lush, wet, cold, and soaked in clothes, it still feels refreshing and comfortable.

"I'm so happy! Really, really happy." Cheng Lang repeated these words like a child.

He didn't know what he was happy about, but he was also very happy in his heart.

"You don't even ask me what I'm happy about?" Cheng Lang suddenly turned over and sat on his waist. In the dark night, those eyes were scorchingly bright.

A drop of water fell from his forehead and hit his face, the coolness made him wake up a bit.Lu Ansen didn't answer his words, but covered his head with the suit jacket that Cheng Lang took off earlier.After showering for so long, it would be bad if I caught a cold.He is so thin, and if he gets sick again, it is estimated that a gust of wind can blow him two miles away.

Cheng Lang didn't accept his kindness, took his coat away, threw it aside, and said with a smile: "Brother Lu, guess why I'm in such a happy mood?"

Lu Ansen frowned, and stretched out his hand above his head, trying to protect him from the rain.

This action was a little paranoid and a little silly. Cheng Lang couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, but he couldn't be more moved in his heart.

Lu Ansen was really afraid that he would catch a cold and get sick, so he let him go at first because he couldn't bear to disappoint him.But now the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and if it continues, it will really catch a cold.

"Have you had enough fun? Go back when you've had enough fun, and be careful not to catch a cold." After he finished speaking, he straightened up and sat up.Seeing that he was still sitting firmly on his lap, he frowned and said, "Cheng Lang, it's time for you to go back. If you get wet and get sick, you will suffer."

Cheng Lang shook his head, pressed his shoulder, and asked him seriously: "Lu Ansen, have we met before? I feel more and more familiar with you."

Lu Ansen's movements froze. If it was daytime, he would see the excitement flashing in his eyes.Unfortunately, it was night, and Cheng Lang could only hear his cold voice: "Really? Maybe. I don't have any memory."

"This answer is ambiguous. Have we really met?"

Cheng Lang became interested and thought seriously.He rummaged through the memory bank, but in the past 24 years, there really was no such person as Lu Ansen.He thought so too, Lu Ansen is a kid from a rich family, how could he know a boy from a slum like him?

The life trajectories of the two are not on the same track at all, and it is impossible to say that they know each other.But this sense of familiarity?Maybe it's the fate of the two?

Cheng Lang convinced himself, and soon turned his attention to another question.He tugged at the man's hair, and asked with a smile, "Lu Ansen, aren't you curious about me at all? I said I'm happy, but you're not curious at all?"

Lu Ansen tore off his hand, and said in a helpless and doting tone, "Say what you want."

Cheng Lang curled his lips and smiled: "I'm sharing happiness with you, look at your tone, Lu Ansen, you should thank me."

Lu Ansen lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Sudden silence, a bit bad atmosphere.

Cheng Lang frowned and asked, "Why didn't you answer?"

"We should go back."

"Are you sure you want to spoil the fun?"

"It's time to go back, the rain is getting heavier."

"No, I don't want to go back."

"Then let's get back in the car."

"No, it's here, in the rain, in a good mood. I'm in a happy mood today."

Lu Ansen felt that he was just a wayward child, so he frowned and stood up by himself.He stood condescendingly, watching him sitting on the grass, hugging his knees, looking a little weak and helpless.

It's very distressing.

He reached out, trying to pull him up.Unexpectedly, Cheng Lang pushed him hard and pulled him to sit on the grass again.He wanted to get angry, but he held back in the end.Cheng Lang is very strange today, he can't see through him.He couldn't see through him, how could Cheng Lang see through him?

Cheng Lang's good mood finally dissipated.

The corner of his lips curled up coldly, and his tone was self-deprecating: "I've said many times that I'm happy, but Lu Ansen, you're not curious at all. You don't want to share my happiness."

Lu Ansen frowned and retorted: "You know, it's not important, no matter what you say, I will always listen."

Yes, he listens all the time.

But he doesn't want him to listen passively, but like today, actively contact him, care about him, and listen to all his emotions.

Cheng Lang doesn't know why he is obsessed with active listening and passive listening. No, he actually understands the difference between active listening and passive listening. Active listening is because he loves him and puts him in his heart.The passive listening is only out of friendship or his gentlemanly demeanor.

Lu Ansen seldom took the initiative to ask, say, or do anything.

Cheng Lang felt that he was stumped. He played the active game so well, but he lost.

"Lu Ansen, I'm really happy today." His tone was not at all happy, and he stated indifferently: "One is that Ma Chenggong's company went bankrupt and I was arrested for breaking the law; the other is that I made friends with Luo Chenghao. I made a friend. The third is that you took the initiative to pick me up, you care about me and worry about me, which makes me the happiest."

Lu Ansen listened quietly, his eyes darkened, and he didn't reply.

Cheng Lang sneered suddenly: "You always like to be silent, you are really a qualified listener."

Lu Ansen couldn't bear his yin and yang aura, so he turned his voice cold: "I don't like what I say, you won't like it."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the cold rain penetrated into the neck, giving birth to waves of chill.

In the dark night, Cheng Lang shrank his shoulders, his thin lips were a little blue from the cold.However, he didn't shout coldly, and wiped the rain off his face, as if he had compromised, and sighed in a low voice: "It's true that your words are not pleasant, but anyway, I'm used to it, so you can speak freely."

Lu Ansen clenched his fist, hesitated again and again, and said, "You are indeed very happy today, and you want to share your happiness. But do you really have to share it? No, you are just too lonely, too lonely."

Cheng Lang smiled indifferently: "An artist is lonely."

Lu Ansen nodded and continued: "Indeed. Schopenhauer also said that one is either lonely or vulgar."

"Your venomous tongue has risen again."

"No, I just... don't want you to lie to me..."

He knew that Cheng Lang was too lonely, too lonely, had no friends, no brothers and sisters, and there were too many things that he couldn't tell.Therefore, when meeting him who is similar in age and has the same hobbies, he gets close and intimate in various ways.Even though he is indifferent and repulsive, he is still close to him like life chasing warmth.

Lu Ansen reached out to wipe the rain off his face, and said in a deep voice, "Cheng Lang, I know everything, so you can show your truth in front of me. I tolerate you unconditionally, understand?"

Cheng Lang looked disdainfully, and sneered coldly: "You are so kind to me, what do you want from me?" At the end, a little embarrassed, he hummed in a low voice, "I have nothing for you."

"I don't ask for anything."

"Why bother. I'm not stupid, you want my body, my heart, my soul."

Lu Ansen shook his head, vetoing very seriously: "No, Cheng Lang, from the beginning to the end, I gave you all the initiative."

Yes, he gave him the initiative.

But this love game that he claims to occupy all the initiative turned out to be...

This feeling of bending yourself is so fucking fucking!

Cheng Lang scolded himself bitterly, and wanted to scold others in a bad mood.He did scold Lu Ansen, and said to Lu Ansen: "I just hate your paralyzed face. Seeing you pretending to be profound, I feel all kinds of displeased. I just want to conquer you, Lu Ansen, I don't love you, really I just want to conquer you."

Lu Ansen replied in a low voice, like comforting a child with a bad temper, "I know."

Know what a ghost!

Cheng Lang blushed and scolded: "Lu Ansen, you are scheming, I am not your opponent. You are just an ambitious hunter, watching me in a cocoon..."