The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

Lu Ansen felt that he was quite accurate in seeing Cheng Lang now. Just from his wicked smile, he knew that he had something wrong with his antique treasure.

"Don't take their ideas, Cheng Lang, I can give you money, but this antique is useless."

The rejection is really ruthless!

Cheng Lang curled his lips, showing a sinister smile: "Really? It seems that you and Antique are true love!"

Lu Ansen frowned and said nothing.These antiques were not collected by him, they were his father's favorite things.Although he passed away, he will protect this antique for him.

Cheng Lang didn't know the inside story, and he was a little jealous when he saw him carefully touching the blue and white porcelain, and then carefully put it back on the shelf.He snorted angrily: "Okay, brother Lu, I'm not as good as a dead thing after a long time!"

Lu Ansen frowned and scolded him: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Cheng Lang was proud of himself, and deliberately put on an injured look on his face.He actually doesn't care that the man and antique are true love, but he just wants to tease him, this is his own, um, it's a bad taste.

"So, I'm not as good as a blue and white porcelain."

"It is said that once a man gets it, he will throw it away like trash. It turns out to be true."

"Poor me, what a fool!"

……

Cheng Lang said strangely, turned around, and pretended to twitch his shoulders, as if trying to hold back his sadness.In fact, he was just snickering.

Lu Ansen knew that he was pretending, but he still compromised: "Okay, stop pretending, what do you want from me?"

A smile curled up on the corner of Cheng Lang's lips, he turned around, and said in a low voice, "I don't want you. I just miss you..." He leaned over, touched his earlobe with the corner of his lips, and said with a smile, "I miss you right Antiques are better."

Lu Ansen frowned in confusion: "Huh? What do you mean?"

Cheng Lang smiled and solved the mystery: "A man who loves the past is a good man, and he will not change his mind easily. You can stay true to antiques, I don't mind at all."

Lu Ansen; "..."

He really didn't know where the smart person in front of him got this logic from?

He retorted: "If you think about it this way, don't all reporters like the new and dislike the old?"

Cheng Lang: "..."

A man is still not romantic enough, and he is not good enough to understand the style, so he needs to make persistent efforts to adjust and teach.

Having made up his mind, he calmed down and urged the man to pack his luggage.

Hmph, when we got to his territory, hehe, Cheng Lang smiled wickedly.

Lu Ansen stayed in Cheng's villa, and the first night of living together with Cheng Lang was extraordinarily pure.

The two had dinner, washed up, and went to bed, but unexpectedly, they were lying on the bed watching drama.

It is reasonable to say that chasing dramas is chasing historical conspiracy dramas or suspenseful reasoning dramas.But Lu Ansen never imagined that Cheng Lang would drag him to watch "My Love from the Star".

This Korean drama in which his mother cried countless times back then made him suffer a lot.

God knows those weird plots, he can't figure it out at all.What are the male protagonists doing in the first few episodes, wearing modern clothes for a while, and ancient clothes for a while, is it time travel?A bridge between past and present?Is the setting that you will faint after kissing the heroine a joke?

Lu Ansen couldn't understand the beauty of Korean dramas, and he never wanted to.

However, at this moment, Cheng Lang watched with relish, which aroused his interest a little.

"very nice?"

"Of course, none of my favorite Korean dramas."

Ganqing has also chased after many Korean dramas.

Lu Ansen smiled dotingly, and reached out to rub the hair on the top of his head.

Cheng Lang leaned on his shoulder, admiring happily, and asked him: "How is it? Look, isn't my goddess so beautiful? Let me tell you, she went to see Professor Du drunk, and then held the door, teasing The moment I raised my hair, I don't know how many men I saw!"

Lu Ansen: "..."

He doesn't care whether others see it hard or not, he just wants to know whether Cheng Lang thinks it hard or not.

"What about you?"

"Me? Of course I—"

Cheng Lang opened his mouth, and the bitter cold air of the man beside him successfully froze his unfinished words.He rolled his eyes, and changed the subject tactfully: "Ha, how can I be so hard? I am a very upright man, comparable to Liu Xiahui, who is calm in his arms."

Lu Ansen snorted shamelessly: "You don't dare to be tough!"

Cheng Lang pouted, not daring to answer.

Yep, it's a vinegar bottle.

But, it's cute.

Cheng Lang continued to watch the drama according to Lu Ansen, because he had watched it N times, so he only picked interesting plots to watch, and fast forwarded the rest.

Lu Ansen expressed his incomprehension: "If you watch the drama like this, it's better not to watch it."

Cheng Lang nodded: "Yes, I didn't watch it, I showed it to you!"

Lu Ansen raised his forehead: "...I'm really not interested in watching it."

"how come?"

"I'm really not interested."

"It shouldn't be! To be honest, haven't you noticed that Professor Du also has a paralyzed face?"

"What do you mean?"

"You both have paralyzed faces, and you may be from the same planet. Ha, is there a sense of surprise to find someone of the same kind?"

"..."

Dare to make such a circle, are you insinuating his paralyzed face?

Lu Ansen almost fell under Cheng Lang's wonderful thinking.

Cheng Lang didn't know what he was thinking, and continued his own words: "Brother Lu, I really think that you are carved out of the same mold. Both of you have facial paralysis, and you are also incomprehensible. Hmm, occasionally you are very vicious, arrogant, um, and a little cold tenderness!"

Lu Ansen: "..."

Now he has one word stuffed into his mind: YY!

Cheng Lang's words and deeds are completely in line with the YY of a middle school girl!

Thinking about it, he said helplessly: "Cheng Lang, that's just an idol drama."

Cheng Lang pouted, nonchalantly: "Oh, so?"

"You may have been poisoned too deeply."

"is it?"

"Yes."

Lu Ansen nodded, his face was paralyzed and he made up his knife: "And he has given up the treatment."

Cheng Lang: "..."

Men can play cold humor!

Can remember this Internet buzzword, not bad!

He turned off his phone with a smile, sat up, stretched out his hand and pulled Lu Ansen up again, his eyes were full of smiles: "Come on, brother Lu, the night is long and I don't want to sleep, let's talk about life."

Lu Ansen wasn't interested, to be honest, he was a little sleepy.Cheng Lang took a break during the fierce battle in the morning, and he hasn't had a good rest until now.

But seeing him in high spirits and pretending to have a long talk, he couldn't bear to pour cold water on him.

Forget it, bear with it.

Endure this little goblin enough to make a fuss, and then go to sleep.

Thinking so, Lu Ansen nodded slightly in the expectant eyes of the other party.

Cheng Lang immediately smiled like a flower, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, and praised: "Ha, I am becoming more and more understanding. Then Brother Lu, let's start talking about life. As you can see, "You Who Came from the Star" What kind of inspiration did this play give you?"

Lu Ansen thought for a while, and said in a low voice: "... Life is not like this. As long as you help once, you will be helped twice, three times. Keep asking for help. This is life. Also, those who have the opportunity to repay There will be no days. There is no such a long time in life that is enough for people to be sensible. A little help does not improve anything. In the end, what should happen still happens, and bad things get worse. "

Cheng Lang blinked his eyes and looked confused: "...What are you talking about?"

Lu Ansen felt drowsy, pinched his temples, and managed to regain some energy: "Revelation! The enlightenment from "You Who Came from the Star"."

Cheng Lang's eyes showed surprise: "So profound? I don't understand, can you repeat it?"

Lu Ansen became more and more sleepy, and he couldn't help sighing with his forehead: "... the lines. Cheng Lang, please take some time to watch the drama."

Cheng Lang: "..."

It turned out to be lines!

Who knew he would use his lines to fool him!

He retorted unwillingly: "You are lying! How can you fool me with your lines? However, you memorized such a long passage, amazing!"

Lu Ansen became more sleepy, and he closed his eyes and looked back at him: "Well, when I was watching it with my mother, I heard these few sentences and thought they were interesting, so I remembered them carefully."

It turned out to be the case.

Cheng Lang nodded, and asked again: "Oh. Is there any more? Do you remember any lines?"

"Wait for me to think about it—" Lu Ansen lowered his head, his voice became lower and lower: "I had a happy dream, and then I understood that after waking up, the happy dream will make me feel even more unfortunate. I shouldn't have had... happy dreams in the first place... Aaron, what about you..."

"Me? Me—" Cheng Lang raised his eyes, looked at the drowsy man, and paused.

Lu Ansen leaned against the bedside table, nodding his head.

He was already sleepy!My eyelids can no longer be opened, and my thoughts are chaotic. It can be said that I am very sleepy, and it is very distressing!

Cheng Lang frowned and checked the time on his phone.

The hour hand stopped at two o'clock.

It turned out to be two o'clock in the morning.

He sighed slightly in his heart, a man is a good boy, he eats and sleeps very regularly.

It's really hard to chat with him until now.

But he couldn't sleep, maybe because he was around, he was in good spirits and in a good mood.

"Alang...how about you...do you have any...enlightenment?" The man in light sleep was still calling his name, remembering the question he asked.

Cheng Lang's heart softened when he heard this, and immediately, a warm current flowed from his heart and spread all over his body, making him extremely comfortable.

His longing, his love, wrapped him like a gentle and deep ocean, and converted his wandering heart.

Cheng Lang couldn't help stretching out his fingers to trace the outline of the man's face.He gently slid his fingertips across his eyebrows, his nose, and then stopped on his lips.He suddenly smiled and replied in a low voice: "I had a sad dream, dreaming that you loved me very much."

That's what Cheon Song Yi once said to Do Min Joon, which touched him for a long time.

He thought, is it possible that Lu Ansen loved him a long time ago.