Palm Dance

Duanmu Long's father and mother are distant cousins, so his birth attracted much attention. In fact he paid attention to them too, parents, relatives, everyone from an early age. But he saw clearly early on that his parents would eventually divorce, and he decided to let himself grow slower and uglier (his father was handsome but philandering) - one day when he was ten years old, he suddenly had a fever and started to babble, and then began to grow sideways... He is now twenty-seven years old, unmarried, built like a tree trunk, and is a special actor and screenwriter of short plays. He hates marriage, but loves women, believing them to be delightful creatures. He was naturally intelligent and had attended university, albeit in civil engineering. He knows that some unfair phenomena in society are difficult to solve in a short time, so he tries to avoid getting involved in them. But... He is often attacked for his appearance and language. Is this fair? His money is often worried about by some people and uses his beauty to defraud him. "This... This is fair." He thought. There seems to be endless power in his horizontally growing body. He is living with his partner Yan Xiaoli. Xiaoli was an acrobat. She was injured and later acted in short plays, but her acting ability was so poor that she was just an extra for 120 yuan a day. Xiaoli is very thin, 1.6 Meters tall, a little taller than Duanmu, but only 90 pounds. Duanmu can easily hold her up with one hand... When he held him up again, Xiaoli's heart suddenly moved. "Taki, let's go to a nightclub to perform. We will definitely make money." "What to play?" "Dance on the palm, what flying swallow..." "Zhao Feiyan of the Han Dynasty."