soul stone

In a detached villa in a prime location in Elson City, a blond-haired young man pushed open the bedroom door drunkenly, and fell down on the sofa in front of the bed with a thud.Just now, he vomited in a mess, and now his mind is muddled.He dreamed many things, his wife and his one-year-old child.Where are they now and what are they doing?

After some time, he heard someone turn the doorknob.He struggled to get up.His stepmother came in dodgy and started giggling when she saw him.She stood before him, her thick black curly hair hanging down.

"Who upset you, Portman? Who in this world dares to provoke Raphael Lynch's son?"

"Natalie, where have you been all night?" the young man muttered.She is still so beautiful, with fair and delicate skin like a baby, and delicate red lips like a rose waiting to bloom.Now, Natalie blinked her angelic innocent blue eyes and walked briskly in a circle.

"Where else can I go? Let's wander around." She smiled coquettishly and fell into the arms of her stepson, stroking his curly short hair with her fingertips as bright as her lips, "Your father never wants to accompany me."

Portman grabbed her restless hand, breathed a breath of alcohol into the air, and said, "He has more important things."

"It's just that he went to find his dear servant? Your father's taste is really strange. He liked nuns before, but now he likes men! But it's good, so we can have a longer time."

Natalie got up, threw the handbag with a gold chain on the carpet, and walked towards the bathroom while undressing.Bowman chased after her, grabbed her by the wrist, and pressed her against the wall.He looked down at her angrily, but softened at the sight of those magical blue eyes.A strong sweet fragrance permeated from her body, making him a little dazed.

"Listen to me Natalie, no matter what my father does, you are not in the position to judge."

Hearing this, his stepmother grinned strangely: "I can say whatever I like. Hit me? Hit me if you can!"

The slightly calm Bo Mandun felt his blood surge.He punched her arms and legs, but avoided her most precious face.That angelic face was like a talisman, which made him unable to do it.

While being beaten, Natalie laughed even more happily: "Who doesn't know that the piano boy has already ridden on your head! The successor of the family is an outsider, not your father's biological son, what a big joke!"

Bowman withdrew his hand, panting heavily.He staggered to the bed and fell straight down.In the chaotic consciousness, there is only one clear thought spinning like a top--

He wants to replace that kid and attend the ten old men's annual meeting as his father's deputy, so that everyone can see clearly who is the successor of the Lynch family!

In the garden city of Gerd, which is thousands of kilometers away from Elson City, on the narrow peninsula in the northeast, there is a barrier of the Lynch family.The eight villas face the mainland and back the sea, arranged in a semicircle.The first two buildings housed the Lynch family's military and generals, followed by family members, retired cadres, celebrities and bachelors.The penultimate black villa on the right hand side has the best view of the sea among the eight buildings.The leader of the Lynch family, Raphael Lynch, one of the ten old men, lived here.

Early in the morning, the gray-haired Raphael lay in bed and had breakfast.In the past ten years, he has insisted on eating whole grains for his health.Among the ten old men, he is the youngest and has the longest road to go.The reason why ten old men are called "ten old men" is inseparable from the fact that the members are all old men.At least another 20 years must be lived before it is possible to replace the old immortal "Godfather" Corleone and take the top spot of the ten old men.

He ate rye toast and drank espresso.When the coffee cup was brought to his mouth, his hand shook unconsciously, and a few drops of coffee fell onto the silk pajamas.He lowered his eyebrows, staring at the palm of his right hand, his five fingers spread out and then clenched into a fist.It's just a carelessness, he can't grow old so fast.

Pulling down the drawstring hanging above the bedside table, a servant came in immediately.Raphael pointed to his soiled skirt, and the handsome young manservant quickly took off his pajamas and presented him with a neatly folded suit.When the servant was about to put his shirt on, Raphael waved impatiently.The boy rolled his eyes cleverly, then backed away without saying a word.

Standing in front of the one-piece mirror, Rafael looked at his appearance while putting on his clothes.There are no forehead lines on the forehead that has been injected with Botox, and I can no longer show a natural expression.He buttoned his shirt from top to bottom, and halfway through it, his right hand twitched uncontrollably again.He opened his eyes wide, looking at the trembling fingers, his face was full of horror.

At this time, through the thick blackout curtains, there was a beautiful piano sound like flowing water.Raphael was stunned, as if a spring breeze brushed his cheeks and flowed through his fingertips.When he came back to his senses, he was surprised to find that his hands were no longer shaking.

The spirit was lifted.

Putting on a suit and tie, he paced through the long corridors of the courtyard, looking up at the religious classicist murals on the top of the corridors.In the courtyard, there are few shadows and slanting shadows, and the faint fragrance floats. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore in the distance and the melody of the piano come to my heart wave after wave.The old things are like the silt on the bottom of the sea, which is carried by the waves and washed to the shore.Looking back on everything he has now, he feels that everything he gave up in the past is meaningful.Only by giving what can one get what is his credo in life.In order to get more and better things, even if he has to abandon the present beauty, he is willing.

Raphael stopped in front of a double-opened carved brown-red solid wood door, turning the pure gold handle in the shape of flowing clouds.The sound of the piano was amplified immediately, and a milky white grand piano came into view.The exposed strings danced endlessly, and the jewel-like notes, like the Milky Way in the night sky, filled this empty hall covering an area of ​​[-] square meters.

Hearing footsteps, the music stopped abruptly.A pale face poked out from behind the piano, the almost transparent golden curly hair softly pressed against the rose-colored cheeks, the petal-like thin lips were drawn into a crooked red line with joy--

"Good morning, Mr. Raphael."

"Morning, Zexis." Raphael walked to the carved mahogany sofa by the wall and sat down, and said with a smile, "Don't worry about me, you play your own."

Zexis twisted his lips uneasily, and after seeing his master nod his head seriously, he raised the corners of his mouth and lowered his arms.A waterfall-like retrograde scale poured down from his thin and slender fingertips.Raphael sank into the sofa, squinting his eyes, as if immersed in the music.At the end of the song, he clapped his hands loudly.

"The kid holding the toy piano back then has grown so big in a blink of an eye. He can play the piano even better."

"This is all thanks to Mr. Raphael. Without Mr.'s careful cultivation, I would never have everything I have now. Even playing the piano is wishful thinking." The young man lowered his head modestly, then raised his finger again, "Next Song, dedicated to Mr. Raphael."

The melody is simple and cheerful, ending with a lively third-degree arpeggio.Raphael, who has no interest in music, didn't realize that he had heard this piece of music before.Even so, he still maintained a kind smile and said: "It's a very familiar song."

The blond curly-haired youth lowered his head and smiled: "This is... the first complete piece of music I learned. It was the day you gave him a toy piano."

Hearing this, Raphael sighed with emotion: "You have been working hard."

"In order to repay sir for his kindness, I will do my best." Zexis said seriously, "The last song, I wish you a triumphant return this time."

He played the "Victory Sonata".Of course, his master didn't know the title of the song.He lost his patience, walked slowly behind the performer, and put his hands on his slender shoulders.

"Last night...Bowman called."

Zexis blinked, but kept his fingers on.

"That kid also wants to attend the ten-year-old's annual meeting." Raphael lowered his voice.

There are two unpleasant noises mixed into the melody.The young man blinked his bright sapphire blue eyes, and there was a hint of predation in them.The subtle changes in facial expressions were noticed by his master.He patted the young man's back reassuringly: "I won't agree. That kid is really messing around and has no rules."

"Master Bowman is also kind and wants to do his part for Mr." Zexis turned his eyes back to the black and white keys.

"Hmph! It's good if you don't make trouble for me." Raphael turned and left angrily.Suddenly there was a loud bang, and the door opened inward, almost knocking him to the ground.Almost at the same time, Zexis jumped up from the piano bench and supported his master.Bowman stood panting at the door. When he first saw his father and the people behind him, his face flushed immediately, and he didn't care to help his father.

"Father! Why did you bring this guy there?" He pointed angrily at the indifferent Xeksis, "He's just playing the piano, I'm your son!"

Raphael had already stood up, pulled his bow tie, and stared at his son sullenly: "Pay attention to your wording, Boman! If you are my son, you should respect Zexis! As my deputy, he Haven't you seen the contributions you have made to our family in the past ten years?"

Bowman looked at the thin and beautiful young man contemptuously, and pouted: "He did what he should do. But, no matter how you say it, he is not from the Lynch family." He admired Zeke with satisfaction. Heath suppressed the angry eyes and the corners of his mouth, and continued to say without knowing the depth: "Only I, your biological son, is qualified to represent the Lynch family at the annual meeting. Take me there, Dad!"

Before Raphael could speak, Zexis suddenly sniffed and said quietly, "'Miss Sweetheart'."

"……what?"

"I didn't expect Mr. Bowman to have a penchant for women's perfume." Zexis smiled slightly, "Ganzo's limited edition this year, the global circulation does not exceed 10 bottles, Miss Natalie wanted it a while ago, and it took a lot of trouble to get it I got it, so I was very impressed.”

Sweat dripped from Boman's white and chubby face, and the hand pointing at him began to tremble: "None...no matter what you want to imply, it is nothing! You spout blood!"

"Enough!" Raphael shouted angrily, "Get out of here, all of you!"

The son is completely self-confident.Although his union with Natalie was purely out of interest, the spread of such a scandal would have an adverse effect on the family's reputation.Earlier, I turned a blind eye and closed my eyes. Now that it has been punctured, it is better to push the boat along.So he twitched the corners of his mouth in anger, pointed at his son's nose and said, "Even if you are the only one left in the world, Lynch, I will not hand over the family business to you, a trash!"

"And you! This matter... must not be spread!"

He looked at Zexis.Although his face was serious, there was a tacit meaning in his eyes.The pianist nodded in agreement.The master wanted to take this opportunity to completely dispel his son's absurd ideas.

Bowman's chubby face turned red and turned white, and he stood there in a daze.While the father and son were arguing red-faced, Zexis leisurely left the piano room with a triumphant smile.