After reaching the pinnacle of life, cheats came [Entertainment Circle]

Liancheng's eyes were vacant, as the storybook Zhao Man had given him was lying on the bed.

He picked at the callus on his index finger that had been worn out during fitness, and asked with some difficulty: "Why do you always want to hold everything in your hands and listen to your control?"

Anna was taken aback. They had a big fight a few years ago, and when she chose to leave, Lian Cheng asked the same question.

The beautiful 19-year-old boy's eyes were red, and he straightened his body stubbornly. His dark eyes were full of reluctance, but he clenched his fingers tightly not to let himself back down.

He didn't understand why the person who chose him without hesitation back then forced him to leave just because he wanted to make his own choice.

Anna smiled, "Liancheng, don't you understand why you entered this circle? Back then you told me that you were going to be a big star that everyone would love you when they saw you. That's why I came to you to help you."

"Our purpose is the same. But only relying on acting, when will you get to the step you want? Is the choice I made for you wrong? When you are in full swing, it is all because of the decision I made for you." to that extent."

"Look at you now, do you know what you look like? A stray dog! You are so childish."

With a smile, she spoke each sentence slowly, but it was like a knife piercing Liancheng's body.

Liancheng wanted to find words to refute her, but his brain seemed to be down, all he could think of was his previous successes and current failures.

He could only repeat, "It's not like that..."

"No one will love you if you're a failure. That's the way it is."

Anna ended the call.

Liancheng lay there, as if exiled into nothingness.

He couldn't find a place to anchor, so he could only endure the pain and suffering.

My head hurts.

Liancheng struggled to find out the painkillers and took three pills.After half an hour, the pain gradually disappeared.

He sat there with his mobile phone in his hand, but he didn't know who to contact.

Finally, I contacted Attorney Cheng, "There is no need to send the lawyer's letter."

This sentence exhausted Liancheng's strength, he returned to the bedroom and lay down on the bed.

He was no longer the young man who didn't know anything back then, and Liancheng knew it well, this was Anna's usual method.

First, he was so nice to people, and then he lost his temper with one or two small things, making people panic and restless. He only wanted to please her and let her return to her original perfect appearance.

In this repeated process, the whole person became a pawn in Anna's hands.

When Anna had just terminated her contract with Tiansheng, Liancheng became depressed because of this incident, and had to rely on Zhao Man's counseling to struggle out of those dark days.

But he didn't know that Anna had been away for so many years, and she was still following him secretly and taking pictures of him secretly.

Still disgusting.

Liancheng turned his face to the side to breathe, facing the glass bottle on the bedside.

The dried mulberry in the bottle has been mostly empty, leaving only a thin layer.

He could hold the entire bottle with one hand, opened the lid, and smelled the familiar fragrance of Sophora japonica.

It's just that the smell is getting weaker and weaker.

Liancheng closed his eyes, as if he had returned to that sunny afternoon, the refreshing fragrance, and the gentle spring breeze.

The painkillers also took effect, and he fell into a deep sleep.

[Is the host going to take the second stage of the course? 】

Coming to the familiar white space, the courses on the screen are no longer unopened gray, but a flowing sea blue.

Liancheng swiped the screen, and suddenly asked, "Is all this real?"

[What is real and what is false? ] The system asked a very philosophical question.

Liancheng couldn't answer, so he raised the corner of his mouth and flipped through the many courses with his fingers.

He was originally a lunatic, and only by immersing himself in other people's world could he regain his sobriety for a short time.

So what is true or false?

"Then choose this one." Liancheng chose a course.

[It is detected that the host has entered a sleep state, loading the second stage of the course: the eldest son of the martial arts family] [Buffering: 30%, 50%...]

"Is your brother okay?"

The clear male voice drifted to the side of the ear, as well as the sound of a child crying.

Liancheng opened his eyes and saw a young man standing not far away.He was wearing white short sleeves, blue jeans, and a SLR on his back.

The rain poured down, sliding down from the roof, forming a transparent rain curtain behind him.

The lights in the room were not turned on, but when Liancheng opened his eyes, the young man seemed to sense it.In the darkness, he looked over with bright eyes and smiled brightly: "You finally woke up."

"I thought you were going to be beaten to death by your father."

"Brother!" The crying little boy rushed over, casually wiped the snot with his arm, lay down beside the bed, and asked twitchingly, "Brother, does your ass still hurt?"

When Liancheng moved, he felt a burning pain in his butt/butt.

【Liancheng is the eldest son of Zhongyong Martial Arts. Traditional martial arts are gradually declining. He wants to change the direction of the martial arts. He decides to take a different path from his ancestors, but his father opposes it...】So what kind of path can make him His father is so cruel?Liancheng grinned in pain, and he realized that he was lying on the bed.

"Xiaoyun, go and get the medicine, I'll give it to your brother." Jiang Qian took off the DSLR from his body, put it on the Eight Immortals table, and turned on the light bulb.

"But my father said that I can't give my brother medicine, and let him have a long memory." Lian Yun shrank his neck, his father hurt him from beating someone, and he didn't dare to disobey his father's order.

"If uncle asks, just say that I asked you to take it, and he will definitely not beat you up." Jiang Qian smiled gently, but his hands moved quickly. Before Liancheng could react, he pulled his pants It faded to reveal the red and swollen ass/butt from the spanking.

Liancheng was ashamed and angry: "What are you doing? You didn't say anything when you took off your pants? You rascal!"

Lian Yun pursed his lips and snickered, Brother Qian is different from his brother, he is a good student with top grades, his father has always liked Brother Qian since he was a child.

What Brother Qian said is sure to be useful.Lian Yunjian responded "Okay" briskly, and ran out to get the medicine.

As soon as he left, Jiang Qian became a different person, the smile on his face disappeared, and he looked at Liancheng sarcastically: "How dare you play extreme sports if you are so cowardly? Why don't you be pressed on a chair by your uncle?" Hit the board?"

Liancheng pulled the sheet to cover his buttocks, and turned his head to ignore him with a "hum".

He couldn't say no to Jiang Qian.

"Angry?" Jiang Qian sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his finger to lightly poke his wound, Liancheng practiced three nines in winter and three days in summer since he was a child, and his physical fitness is very good.

Elasticity is also top notch.

Liancheng waved him away, Jiang Qian seized his wrist and pressed his hand on his back.

"Xiaocheng, is that why you want to play extreme sports? I heard people say that it's very dangerous, and many people die every year."

"Death is death! Anyway, there is Xiaoyun in my family, and my dad doesn't have to worry about no one to take care of him." Liancheng buried his face in the quilt, "Besides, don't you know what my abilities are? Difficult, but easy for me."

Jiang Qian was silent, how could he not know.

The Lian family's Zhongyong martial arts gym is next door to the Jiang family. Jiang's parents are both scholars, with weak literary skills, and their son is also a poor-faced scholar.

Liancheng was different. When he was three years old, he was thrown into the ice and snow by Lianlong to stand up and punch him.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother feel that practicing martial arts can strengthen their bodies, but they are not willing to let their children suffer at such a young age. Jiang Qian only let him practice martial arts with Lian's father and son when he was seven years old.

The relationship between the two families is getting better and better. Liancheng and Jiangqian are inseparable every day. During the day, Jiangqian teaches Liancheng to read, and at night, Liancheng teaches Jiangqian to practice kung fu.

Until he entered high school, Liancheng was determined not to study, but only wanted to develop the martial arts.Later, Jiang Qian was admitted to a first-class university, and Liancheng also taught in the martial arts school early.

But who knows, Liancheng is actually whimsical now, and wants to participate in extreme sports competitions and revive the martial arts gym.

"In recent years, fewer and fewer people are willing to come to learn martial arts... If this continues, sooner or later, the martial arts hall will be closed." Liancheng said in a muffled voice, "I don't want the inheritance of the martial arts hall to be broken in my hands."

How can anyone be willing to send their children to the martial arts gym? I won't mention the hardships. It's not compelling to say it.Might as well send him to learn Taekwondo.

Jiang Qian let go of his hand, seeing the little leopard, who had always been high-spirited in the past, suddenly lose his vigor, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Those who drowned can swim, and uncle doesn't want you either..."

"Brother Qian, the medicine is here! I was scared to death, my dad was in the room, but he didn't ask me why, it seems that he is not angry anymore." Lian Yun was damp from the rain, and his hair was also in the same place. Pinch by pinch.

Jiang Qian asked him to put the medicine on the table, and took Liancheng's towel to wipe his hair, "Don't deliberately go to the rain again, that's how you got sick last time."

Lian Yun stuck out his tongue, "You discovered all of this."

He is different from Liancheng, who is physically strong. Even his mother died of dystocia when he was born, and he almost didn't survive. He is still often sick until now, but he likes to play in the rain.

Liancheng frowned, and shouted angrily: "Lianyun, if you dare to do this again, I'll beat you up, believe it or not!"

"Slightly slightly~" Lian Yun made a face at him, hugged Jiang Qian's waist, and hid in his arms, "Brother is the only one who gets beaten, his ass is swollen like a steamed bun!"

Jiang Qian laughed out loud at being teased by him, Lian Cheng's face was as dark as a pot sticker, and he completely ignored the two of them.

In the end, Jiang Qian gave him the medicine.

The medicine is made by the martial arts school. Since the number of students coming here is relatively small, Lian Long has launched another brand, which specializes in treating bruises.

The Zhongyong Martial Art Museum has been passed down for seven generations, and the craftsmanship left over from the past will not starve to death.

The effect of the medicine is very good, Liancheng can get out of bed within two days.Walking out of the door, there are seven or eight stakes and several water tanks in the wide small yard, and there is a martial arts training ground not far away, and several kinds of weapons are placed on the wooden frame next to it.

The yard is quite large, with two pines and cypresses planted on the right side, with lush branches and leaves, and stone tables and chairs are placed under the covered shade. There is also a sign on the cypress tree that reads "Specially for bruises, no money for those who can't be cured".

A skinny middle-aged man dressed in a moon-white Tai Chi suit, with a mustache on his chin, was sitting on a stone chair helping someone set his bones.

This man is Lian Cheng's father, Lian Long, the sixth generation descendant of the Zhongyong Martial Arts Academy.

He moved very quickly, with three or two clicks and a crackling sound, the man's dislocated arm returned to its place.

After seeing off the guests, Lian Long stood up and took a towel from a cypress branch to wipe off his sweat.He is not tall, but his foot is extremely stable.

Just standing here and looking at him, Liancheng can feel a powerful force from him.

The author has something to say: This copy will not be too long~

Good morning, another week full of energy!