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

The role played by Liancheng this time is called Rimbaud. His mother is an Austrian, a world-renowned pianist, and his father is the world's best conductor. They combined and gave birth to Rimbaud.The fly in the ointment is that Rimbaud's body is not very good.

After Liancheng woke up, the system didn't ring again.

He doesn't know what his mission is, and he is trapped in illness every day, and his spirit is depressed.

Doctors with curly beards came to see him every day, and his mother would always sit by the bed with a friendly smile and comfort Rimbaud.

A mother's voice, like dewdrops on a rose garden in the morning, can erase all pain.

Waking up from the fever again drowsily, Liancheng found a little boy sitting by the window.

The boy sat quietly on the chair by the window. He was not tall, and when he sat there, his feet were still a short distance from the ground.He was wearing overalls, leather shoes and socks, and his exposed calves looked like lotus joints. He should be dressed as a lively child, but he looked very mature.

He was looking out the window, the outside light shone on his face, Lian Cheng could easily see his side face and the fine fluff on the tip of his nose, like a delicious peach.

The little boy named Francis is the child of Rimbaud's mother's friend. Their family is also an art family. His mother is a pianist and his father is a painter.

Francis' hair was light brown, and his eyes were blue too, but so light they looked like whitish stones.

When he looked back at Liancheng, Liancheng thought of the stream flowing in the forest, silent, washing the pebbles on the bank day after day until the stones turned white and became oval.

After looking at Liancheng for a while, Francis turned his head and looked out the window.

Outside the window, besides the garden and the grassland, there are endless birch forests and snow-capped mountains that smell cold.

Rimbaud's father told him that when he recovered from his illness, he would take him to hunt in the birch forest on horseback and with guns. There were foxes there, and they could hunt for fox fur to sew a coat for their mother.

but

It's just talk.

Since Rimbaud was born, he has basically suffered from serious and minor illnesses.

In order to take care of him, his parents moved from the urban area to a mountainous area with beautiful scenery, just to let him get close to nature and get healthy.

"Is your name Francis?" Liancheng asked, his throat was itchy, and he coughed a few times.

Sit up with your body supported, and put the goose down pillow behind your back.

Liancheng was wearing a silk shirt, his face was pale and almost sick, and there was a blush on his cheeks after a high fever.

His eyes were also moist from illness.

After the doctor came to see him yesterday, his mother told him that today a friend would come to visit her in a carriage from the city, and there would be a little boy who would play with him.

Think about it, this is the one in front of you.

When Francis heard the question, he turned his head again, his lips moved slightly, but instead of speaking, he nodded obediently.

Liancheng looked at his immature face, feeling inexplicably familiar.

Somewhat funny, he pointed to himself and introduced, "My name is Rimbaud, and I'm your elder brother."

Francis blinked, brother?

"Do you want to eat grapes?" Liancheng stretched out his hand and pushed the plate on the table beside the bed towards him. The grapes inside were produced in the castle estate this year.

It's very sweet, but it's a pity that he is not in good health and can't eat more. It is put here because the grapes smell so good.

Francis shook his head, curling his little hands in his lap.

Liancheng doesn't believe in evil, so he can't trick a kid into saying a word?

He turned his head to see if there was anything else on the bed that could comfort the child, and he found a seahorse doll and a small wooden piano.

When you press it, it will make a pleasant piano sound.

Liancheng moved his fingertips slightly, played a light nursery rhyme, then put the small piano on his lap, and asked seductively: "What about this? Do you want it? Come to my brother and play the piano with him, okay?" ?"

Francis shook his head again, his pale white eyes looked at the seahorse doll on Liancheng's right with a hint of longing.

It was sewed by Rimbaud's mother for him, and Rimbaud would sleep with it at night.

Yes, even though Rimbaud is 12 years old, he still has to hug the doll to fall asleep every night.

Liancheng also inherited this habit.He felt a little reluctant, put the doll on his lap, touched the fluff that had fallen off, and was about to reach out to use the doll as bait.

A brisk and pleasant voice came, and the sound of high heels hitting the stairs was very obvious.

Before the person arrives, the perfume smell has already arrived.A brown-haired woman walked in with a smile. She was wearing an apricot-colored short skirt, and she could see her beautiful figure at a glance.

With an exaggerated smile, she leaned close to Liancheng and kissed him on the cheek, "Honey, I'm so glad to see you feel better." Her eyes flickered on the wooden piano in Liancheng's hand.

Then he went to Francis, touched his soft brown hair, and asked softly, "Did you have a good time with your brother?"

Francis was also very quiet in front of his mother and nodded.

Rimbaud's mother didn't have such a strong fragrance. For the sake of her son's health, she kept her face clean and gentle at home.

She kissed Liancheng's forehead, and intimately tested the temperature on his forehead with her lips.

Thank goodness it didn't go on burning.

Frances' mother, Liv, revealed the good news.

Their family will also move from the urban area to the mountainous area. They live not far from Rimbaud's house, just a few miles away. There is a small castle there, which was bought by Liv's family.

The room was filled with Liv's cheerful voice: "Although the urban area is prosperous, the environment is always not good, which will affect Francis' practice."

"After moving here, he can often come to play with Rimbaud. Maybe the two of them can practice the piano together, so Rimbaud will get better soon."

"Francis, you can come down and say goodbye to your brother. Now we are going home to practice the piano." Liv turned her head and told her son, and then took Rimbaud's mother's hand affectionately, and said sincerely: "You are the best we recognize. Pianist, Rimbaud, like you, has the best talent, I believe God will take care of him and let him get better soon."

When Francis heard his mother's words, he obediently twisted himself from the chair a few times and jumped off.

Liv is still talking to Rimbaud's mother.

Liancheng took the opportunity to call him to his side, and this time Francis walked towards him.

The corner of Liancheng's mouth curled up, and he took his hand.

Francis' hands are soft, and although he is only six years old, his fingers are slenderer than those of his peers.

The same goes for Rimbaud's hands.

Liancheng secretly asked him: "You didn't come down just now, is it because your mother asked you to sit there?"

Francis looked into Liancheng's eyes and nodded seriously.

Liancheng touched his soft hair, like a puppy, handed him the seahorse doll and said, "You don't want a small piano, do you want this?"

"This is my favorite doll. I have to hold it to sleep every day. Now I give it to you. Will you come to see me every day?"

Francis took the doll and nodded seriously. He reached out and touched the fur of the seahorse, his slender fingers seemed to be dancing.

Liv finished chatting and was about to take her son away, but her face changed when she saw the doll in his son's hand.

Liancheng was taken aback by her instantly gloomy face, and hurriedly went to see Francis.

Francis shrank his neck, one hand was firmly held by Liv, but his body was in a backward posture, and the other hand was still tightly hugging the seahorse doll.

As if realizing where this is, Liv stabilized her expression, but she didn't know that her expression was even more distorted. She snatched the seahorse doll from Francis' arms and returned it to Liancheng.

"Francis, you can't take away my brother's toy!" Liv looked at the small piano uncontrollably, and poked her son's forehead with some resentment, "My brother is a patient, how can you take away what he likes? thing?"

Rimbaud's mother noticed that her son's expression was wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him: "Francis is still young, it's normal to like these toys, Liv, don't blame him too much."

Liancheng also explained: "My brother didn't snatch it, I gave it to him. I like my brother very much, and I want him to come and practice playing the piano with me often, so I gave him the seahorse doll."

Liv breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the piano being played, and she still returned the doll to Liancheng, "You don't need your doll, my brother will still come to play with you."

"Francis, don't you think so?"

Francis looked at Liancheng timidly, and nodded.

Li Fu left with the child, but Lian Cheng felt a little uncomfortable.

Holding the seahorse doll, he was hugged by his mother, and said aggrievedly, "Mom, Aunt Liv is so scary."

Rimbaud's mother patted her son on the back. She knew Liv's character better than her son, but she was not very good at explaining this to him.He had no choice but to comfort him: "Auntie Liv loves Francis too much, that is her son, and she will not hurt him."

Liancheng was in a place where she couldn't see, his eyes were dim.

Liv's family moved quickly, and they moved here from the urban area in less than a week.

Cars transporting furniture passed outside the castle one after another, and Liancheng could see clearly from the window.

In the afternoon, Liv came with Francis, and she brought her own baked blueberry pie as a gift.

Recently, Rimbaud's health has improved a lot, and he can even go out of the room to bask in the sun in the garden outside the castle.

The butler led Liv to the place where they basked in the sun. Francis was still so quiet, allowing his mother to hold him on a somewhat high recliner and sit down beside Liancheng.

"You play with your brother here for a while."

Liv didn't seem to be worried that her son would run away. She approached Rimbaud's mother and asked curiously, "I heard you bought that piano?"

The piano they mentioned was used by a famous court pianist more than 100 years ago, and the sound is still beautiful today.

Rimbaud's father bought it at a high price at the auction, sent it to the tuner for tuning, and had just been transported to the castle.

Collecting old pianos is also a hobby of Rimbaud's mother.

No pianist can escape this temptation.

Rimbaud's mother understood Liv's meaning very well. After saying a few words, she decided to take her to feel the charm of this piano.

Only one maid was left nearby to watch the children.