The Playboy's Guide

With a soft "click", the fingers flying on the keyboard finally stopped, Lu Zihan let out a deep breath, his whole body seemed to let go of the tight spring on his back, and he spread directly on the swivel chair, with his head raised He stared at the glistening white ceiling motionlessly.

His dry eyes blinked twice, and there seemed to be rows of program codes with black background and white characters passing by in front of his eyes, his overused brain felt aching, and his temples twitched.He closed his eyes for a while, then stood up and slowly packed his things to leave work.

Ever since he was stabbed in the parking lot last time, the feeling of being followed has disappeared without a trace. Of course, Lu Zihan himself knows the reason very well - the house is equipped with surveillance cameras, and he is still following him Running behind, isn't that what idiots do?

Lu Zihan was driving a silver Toyota on the deserted road. Because of the late hour, he was able to drive unimpeded along the way. It took him less than half of the usual time to get home. The first thing he did after taking off his shoes at the entrance was The thing is to pick up the pajamas, get into the bathroom and take a good bath to drive out all the exhaustion in the body.

After he scrubbed himself clean, he grabbed the bath towel and wiped his body casually, changed into clean pajamas, and then plunged into the bed regardless of the wet hair.

The workload left over from the previous week of hospitalization was astonishing. Even if his colleagues kindly helped to share more than half of it, it took him a whole week to finish it.

After finishing the work with difficulty, he still can't take a good rest, because tomorrow is Monday again, and a new week will start again.

Thinking about having to go to work as usual tomorrow, Lu Zihan wished he could find a piece of tofu and kill him head-on.

He originally wanted to go to bed early tonight, rest and recharge his batteries.It's a pity that the sky is not as good as people want. This person is unlucky enough to drink water and stuff his teeth.

Just as he was lying on the bed with his wet hair on his head and fell asleep, his eyelids were half raised, and he was almost falling into a sweet dreamland.

However, the unlucky guy next door didn't intend to let him go.

A piercing piano sound pierced through layers of walls and penetrated into his cochlea, causing his whole body to tremble, and the drowsiness in his head was immediately driven to the sky, and he was so awake that he couldn't wake up again.

They were both working overtime a few days ago, and they didn't even have the time to meet each other. Why did he finally finish work before ten o'clock today and plan to have a good sleep, and the scumbag on the opposite side just happened to take a fucking shift? ?

What kind of evil fate is this? !

Anger rushed to his heart, Lu Zihan stared, reached out and grabbed the phone that was thrown aside, opened WeChat, clicked on the avatar on the top, typed a word, and sent it.

[A string of big waists: Brother, what are you doing? 】

The other party didn't return a message with a smile until the end of the magic sound.

[Lin Jinyang: Playing the music, didn't you hear it? 】

Lu Zihan: "..." Is this intermittent ding-dong sound a tune?

He choked for a while, but he didn't swear directly, because he knew that the guy next door was so thick-skinned that he was invulnerable. Instead of scolding him and making him feel painless, it's better to try to talk nicely , Move it with emotion and understand it with reason.

So he thought for a while, and decided to start with the question of what piece he was playing.

[A string of big waists: What tune are you playing? 】

[Lin Jinyang: To Alice, how is it, does it sound good? . 】

[A string of big waists: ... Do you want to listen to the truth? 】

[Lin Jinyang: Huh? 】

[A string of big waists: Is Alice going to die?Don't play this, can you?What a poor little girl! 】

Lu Zihan took back his previous idea of ​​having a good talk - for this kind of stupid person who has no self-knowledge at all, there is no other way except to make him speechless.

[Lin Jinyang: ... Do you think the old bullet sounds bad? 】

[A string of big waists: Yes. 】

[Lin Jinyang: ...you don't understand music. 】

[A string of big waists: Fuck you, uncle, I have a tenth grade piano! 】

After Lu Zihan sent this sentence, the other party did not reply for a while, and the "typing..." sign lasted for several seconds.

[Lin Jinyang: Really? 】

[A string of big waists: I'd be an idiot if I lied to you! 】

[Lin Jinyang: Then you can teach me a little bit, I will pay your tuition, how about it? 】

[A string of big waists: ... No, I'm afraid of death. Listening to you play the piano is really a short life. 】

[Lin Jinyang: Never mind, I must learn To Alice today, otherwise you won't be able to sleep. 】

"..." After Lu Zihan saw this sentence, the veins on his forehead were bruised. How could there be such a person? !Seeing that he didn't reply to the message, the other party didn't care, so he replied again. Lu Zihan couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he saw it.

[Lin Jinyang: Either you teach me, or I will learn by myself. 】

[A string of big waists: Not good, being lonely and widowed will damage my reputation. 】

[Lin Jinyang: Wife, I am a straight man. 】

[A bunch of big waists: ... who the hell is your wife, I care about your boys and girls! 】

[Lin Jinyang: Hey, you don't want to hear me playing the piano, do you? 】

Lu Zihan raised his eyebrows, hey, he finally has a little self-knowledge.

[A bunch of big waists: That's right. 】

[Lin Jinyang: ... Is it so ugly?What you said made me doubt my own level. 】

"..." The corners of Lu Zihan's eyes twitched, he took back what he said earlier, this guy really doesn't have any ACD numbers in his heart.

[A string of big waists: You don't have to doubt, you have no level at all. 】

【Lin Jinyang: ...then you teach me this, and I will end sooner from now on. 】

[A string of big waists: OK, deal, screenshot. 】

【Lin Jinyang: Yes, come on. 】

After the two of them reached an agreement on the "deal", Lu Zihan grabbed a dry towel and began to wipe his hair. While wiping, he walked towards the living room. When he reached the entrance, he threw the towel on the sofa, picked up the key on the shoe cabinet, Opened the door and went out.

The door next door was not closed, but a thin crack was exposed. Lu Zihan raised his hand and knocked on the door symbolically. Without waiting for the owner in the room to respond, he pushed the door open on his own. bring.

What greeted him was not the disturbing Lin Jinyang, but a soft meow. Following the meow, he saw an abrupt cardboard box in the middle of the living room. He casually took a pair of cotton slippers and put them on. Leaned over.

Inside the cardboard box was a gray-haired little milk cat, which seemed to be only two months old. It turned around in the cardboard box several times, and finally lay down on the nest made of clothes, probably because it couldn’t stay idle and turned over again. body, and then meowed at Lu Zihan in a childish voice.

Lu Zihan squatted down and stretched out his hand to scratch its chin. It narrowed its eyes slightly comfortably, and rubbed its small brain obediently against his palm. Lu Zihan unconsciously showed a soft smile because of its movements.

At this moment, Lin Jinyang, who was staying in the musical instrument room, heard the movement and came out. He saw this warm picture at first glance. Before he could make a sound, Lu Zihan found him.

So Lu Zihan withdrew his hands and stood up, suppressed the smile on his face, pretended that nothing had happened, and said solemnly, "Piano practice now?"

Lin Jinyang did not answer, but looked between him and the cat for a few seconds, until the other party was getting impatient, he nodded and said, "Well, come on."

While talking, he led people into the spacious musical instrument room.The musical instrument room is full of fine musical instruments, each of which has been polished to a shiny finish, and each musical instrument is worth a lot of money when taken out alone, which shows how rich and powerful the owner is, but the technology is so poor that it cannot be put on the table.

Lin Jinyang led people to a black piano. The smooth mirror surface reflected the white light on the top. The moment Lu Zihan saw the piano, his eyes lit up—Caesarburg KA1U matte walnut wood.

Lu Zihan raised his slender fingers to rest on the glossy keys, his round fingertips slid across the keys, and the crisp and beautiful piano sounds flowed out with his movements.He raised his eyebrows in a little surprise—the piano was tuned just right.

But the tune played by someone...

Lu Zihan turned his head and glanced at Lin Jinyang, his eyes were intriguing. Before Lin Jinyang could make a statement, Lu Zihan withdrew his gaze, stretched out his hand and sat down on the chair.

Lin Jinyang was a little puzzled by him, but he didn't know where to ask. He stood there and opened his mouth, but finally closed his mouth and sat beside him.

"Let's try 'breaking up' first." Lu Zihan said, "I'll show you a demonstration, so you have to pay attention."

Lin Jinyang nodded: "OK."

Lu Zihan didn't talk nonsense, he raised his left hand to demonstrate on the keys first, and the crisp melody poured out from the light movements of his fingertips.

Because it was teaching, his movements were not fast, and in order to make the other party understand, he also divided the song "To Alice" into several small sections for demonstration.

He demonstrated it three times, then turned around and asked, "Do you understand?"

"No problem." Lin Jinyang was confident.

Seeing his confident appearance, Lu Zihan believed his words, took back his left hand, and asked him to try it himself.Lin Jinyang heard the words and began to gear up, eager to put his left hand on the keys, but the position was wrong.

Lu Zihan frowned: "Move your finger two keys to the right."

Lin Jinyang obediently moved his hand to the side: "Is this so?"

"En." Lu Zihan nodded, "Let's begin."

Lin Jinyang started to play, and the crisp and melodious song under Lu Zihan's hands became a demonic sound to his death. The word "Chuan" on Lu Zihan's brow became deeper and darker, and his face became more and more gloomy as the song progressed.

In one song, Lin Jin raised his eyebrows and said, "Not bad, isn't my husband playing well?"

Lu Zihan: "..." Let him die!

The author has something to say: Lu: The idiot rich second generation with money but no artistic talent.

Lin: Oh~ What's the matter with my wife~?

Lu: ...Shameless!

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