Du Heng was a strange man. He wrote poems for newspapers at the age of nine, and "Ru Feng Ji" at the age of twenty, which caused a sensation in Jiangcheng. He was indeed a genius, and he was proficient in all kinds of frivolous things - from the opera garden to ancient books, and even all kinds of truths from the West. It's just that he also has a very serious problem - he refuses to interact with others, and his whole person is like an inward-looking flower, trying hard to suppress himself
Recently he has a worry, very distressed, this worry is a man
"Hey! Young Master Du! I'm just a charlatan... Okay, okay... A little hooligan. I can only do tricks, but I just want to please you..."
Chen Ruo was holding a cigarette carelessly, whistling with his hands and squinting at him. He couldn't hide the smile on his lips. Seeing Du Heng in front of him hurriedly avoid him, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to stop him, "Is it so difficult to talk to me like this?"
It's a worry, Du Heng confirmed in his heart again