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

"Sammy, can you go to the room and get my doll?"

The maid looked at the beautiful young master with blond hair and blue eyes, and nodded apprehensively. She just came to this castle last month, and she didn't expect the young master to remember her name.

She trotted there, still feeling pity in her heart, the young master plays the piano so well, if he can be healthy, it will definitely be the glory of the family.

After ordering the only maid away, now only Liancheng and Francis are left.

With a smirk, Liancheng stood up and hugged Francis off the chair.

Francis was a little nervous, his body was stiff, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

Liancheng's body was still too weak. He coughed a few times, sat down with Francis in his arms, and said with a smile, "If you don't want brother to be too tired, you can put your hand on brother's neck."

Francis immediately put his hands on his neck, and put them on empty, as if afraid of crushing him.

Liancheng laughed even more happily, coughed harder, and his cheeks were bright red.

Francis wanted to get down from his arms, and finally said his first words, he pushed Liancheng's chest, "No..."

Liancheng couldn't hold him anymore, so he simply let him go, but he still didn't let him go.

Instead, she held him in her arms, pinched his little chin, and observed carefully.

Still with that eerie sense of familiarity, he made Francis turn his face sideways, turned back, and then nodded thoughtfully.

Francis couldn't understand his movements. When Sammy came back with something, he hurriedly broke away from Liancheng's embrace and sat back in his seat.

Liancheng didn't make things difficult for him, but handed him the seahorse doll.

"Your mother is not here now, you can play for a while."

Liancheng had never seen such a quiet child, even if he got his favorite toy, he just sat there, lovingly stroking the drooping hair of the seahorse with his hands.

He was playing there, and Liancheng watched quietly.

Trying to piece it all together in my head.

The sound of the piano came from the castle, and Francis didn't lift his head, still playing with the doll.

After the stormy piano sound stopped, after a while, the piano sounded again. This time, the piano sound was calm and soothing, like thunder that suddenly exploded in a silent forest. After a heavy rain, the dead trees were covered with mushrooms. There are also birds jumping in the forest.

Francis raised his head and stared blankly at the forest.

When the last note fell, Rimbaud's mother stood up and looked out of the window. The two children were sitting in the garden talking and laughing.

A faint smile floated on her face: "Even though I love the piano very much, my current life is satisfying to me. Liv, there is nothing that makes a mother happier than a child's smile."

Liv forced a smile, but pinched the palm of her hand in her pocket, "Really? I thought you would be very concerned about this performance, after all, it used to be your dream."

It is the pianist's honor to enter the □□ performance.

But now Rimbaud's mother voluntarily gave up glory.

Liv's mood was inexplicable, she just didn't care so much because she had played it before.

But seeing the brilliance in Rimbaud's mother's eyes, she realized that the piano is really not the only one for her now.

"Do you want Rimbaud to be the best pianist?" Liv asked.

"Liv," Rimbaud's mother said seriously, "you are my best friend. I think it is necessary to tell you something. A child is not a tool for parents to inherit the glory of the family. Maybe he doesn't want to play the piano, I Rimbaud will not be forced to do anything, as long as he is healthy, he can do whatever he likes."

Liv's eyes widened, but Rambo is obviously a child with perfect piano talent!

She once heard Rimbaud playing the piano. That child was obviously better than anyone else. He only participated in one performance, but he shocked all the adults present.

Rimbaud was only five years old that year.

Rimbaud's mother is recognized as the best pianist in Austria. On her birthday, the honor bestowed on her was to give her exclusive concert in the _____.Rimbaud played a song himself to celebrate his mother's birthday.

Therefore, he is also called the piano prince.

He is destined to be the most gifted child genius in the history of piano, but due to physical reasons, he has not had any professional performances since then.

Perhaps God is also jealous of his perfection.

"Liv," Rimbaud's mother said helplessly, "that's because Rimbaud likes to play the piano, but if he likes something else, I won't force him to play the piano."

"Perhaps he wants to be a carpenter? A farmer? A merchant—do you know what I mean?"

Today's chat ended hastily with Mrs. Li Fu leaving angrily.

Before Liv came over, Liancheng took Francis' beloved doll and hid it among the flowers.

Fortunately, he made Sammy take out the baby piano again, and pretended to play with Francis.

Liv didn't vent her rage on her son.

She pulled Francis away, pulling him to one side or another.

Liancheng looked at his mother worriedly, "What did you say?"

He was really afraid that this crazy woman would do something.

Rimbaud's mother comforted: "Don't worry, Liv has always had this temper. She is often angry, but she will correct herself every time."

When they were in a band before, Liv made friends with her, and it was the same with Liv at that time. She would get angry if others spoke unfavorably to her, but she would soon reconcile sincerely.

Liancheng messily pressed the notes on the small piano, but the rhythm was unexpectedly nice.

He wasn't worried about Liv, he was only worried about Francis, lowered his eyes, swallowed his concern, and asked casually, "Mom, what piece did you play just now?"

"I haven't decided on a name yet, do you think it sounds good?"

Liancheng smiled, no wonder Auntie Liv was so jealous of her mother.

It's just that Rimbaud's mother didn't seem to find out about this.

As the weather got warmer, Liancheng was allowed to stay in the garden longer and longer, and even sat in a wheelchair and was pushed for a walk in the rose garden in the morning.

Liv didn't come for three days, and three days later, she came to the door with a gift.

As Rimbaud's mother said, she apologized sincerely, admitted that she had some shortcomings as a mother, and then cried and said that she just wanted Francis to be better.

Rimbaud's mother obviously softened, hugging her and speaking comforting words.

Liancheng was sitting on a wheelchair not far away, expressionless.

"Mom, I want to go to Aunt Liv's house to play with my brother, is that okay?"

Liancheng's request made his mother a little embarrassed. The mother was heartbroken when she thought that her son had no friends of the same age because of illness for many years.

So he packed up the carriage, brought some gifts, and Liancheng specially brought the small piano, and asked Sammy to hide the seahorse doll in his arms.

Go to Liv's house.

Liv's castle is just a few miles away, but it looks much smaller than Rimbaud's castle.

The castle is not big, but it is clean, and there are quite a lot of servants.

Greeting Rimbaud's mother into the castle, Liv happily introduced to her the things that have been popular in the urban area in recent years.

"Where's the young master?" she asked the maid.

"The young master is practicing in the piano room."

"Go and take him down, here comes Rimbaud."

"No, Aunt Liv," Liancheng stopped her, "I'd better go up and find my brother, I want to watch him play the piano."

Fortunately, there was an elevator in the castle, so going upstairs would not be too troublesome. Liancheng was accompanied by a maid to go up to the fourth floor.

The sound insulation here is very good, and the sound of the piano can be heard in the corridor.

Liancheng made a "shh" gesture to the maid, telling her to go down, and he could do it by himself.

Then he walked towards the piano room, the door was only ajar, and with a slight push, it opened.

There is only a piano, a chair, and nothing else in the piano room.

Even the windows were not opened, the sunlight came in through the glazed windows, and the colorful light shone on Francis' immature body.

He struggled to open his hands, compared the score, and played it over and over again.

Didn't even notice anyone coming in.

Liancheng leaned against the wall, resisting the itch in his throat, until Francis finished the song, he clenched his fists to cover his mouth, and coughed in a low voice.

Francis turned his head, saw him, and kicked forward with his hanging calf.

Liancheng took out the seahorse doll from behind and handed it to him with a smile, "Do you want to take a break?"

Francis didn't answer, but looked up at the clock hanging on the wall directly opposite the piano.

Before playing for two hours, his eyes were lost, and just as he was about to reach out to continue playing, Lian Cheng hugged him down from behind.

With a toy stuffed in his arms, Francis stood there blankly, watching Liancheng lower his head and smile at him, sitting in front of the piano, reaching out to press the notes.

Downstairs, the maid came to Liv's ear and whispered the report: "The young master is still playing the piano, and he didn't stop because of the arrival of Master Rimbaud."

Satisfaction flashed in Liv's eyes, and she raised her hand to let him go down.

Liancheng opened the music score, and the scores here are all of medium difficulty, and some notes have a large span.

Francis is only six years old, and it is difficult to reach these notes with his extended hand.

Liancheng has long hands and legs, so he can do this easily.

He presses the notes boredly, helps Francis cope with the time, and can spare time to watch him play.

Liancheng doesn't know what's so good about the seahorse toy, it's very comfortable when holding it to sleep.

But Francis didn't sleep in his arms, but just tossed and tugged at the few furs with his fingers.

"Don't you like playing the piano?" Liancheng asked him.

Francis glanced at him, then sat down on the ground suddenly, crossed his calves, and continued playing with the hippocampus, "I don't like it at all."

This is the second sentence he said.

Liancheng smiled, "Then what do you like to do?"

Playing with rag dolls?

"I want to be a hunter and go hunting." Francis said seriously, "Have you ever seen a cowboy?"

Liancheng: "Huh?"

"I saw it at the entrance of a movie theater once, and when I was on the train, I heard someone telling their stories."

Francis explained indifferently that he felt that this sick little brother was also a poor man. He heard from his mother that Rimbaud hadn't been out of the house or out of bed for several years.

Of course Liancheng knew what a western cowboy was, it was just an accident, the kid in front of him, his disguise in front of outsiders was simply astonishingly terrifying.