Lu Heng has never been a good person, this is something everyone knows. Arrogant and surly, he also lives a wanton life, at least in the eyes of many people. He himself didn't think so. He pretended to be an arrogant playboy every day, wandering around in a world of sensuality and revelry, as if he was enjoying it. The boy who was only half-grown was desolate and desolate inside.
He thought that there was no one in the world who was more miserable and tired than himself. Until that day, the Yan family's direct descendant, who was stationed in the northwest, returned to the capital to report on his duties. He looked at him in the main hall, and for a moment he felt that his disguise was invisible in front of that man. He avoided seeing that person after that. Later, the man came to the door with a scroll. There was a young man in the painting with a carefree and indifferent smile. Just one glance made him remember it in his heart and never forget it. The man said bluntly: "No one in this world has an easy life. It's like the man in this painting never knows who he is, but he never gives up on himself."
"Who is he?"
The man shook his head, "My dearest relative, a person with no past and no future."
"Maybe you can call him Yan Shu."