The Consort of the R

A single, painted hand shot out from the ground, grabbing onto the ankle with a desperate force, as if grasping at a lifeline. A shattering sound echoed, followed by a frantic cry: "Save me... save me...",This is a place where we talk about romantic affairs and have nothing to do with mundane matters. All the people here are performers who only sell their art, not themselves. We have both men and women, and they are skilled in all sorts of things: music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, songwriting, singing, dancing, theater, and casual chatter. We've got it all.,There's a saying in Beijing to describe Xiao Jun's character: his intellect is like a demon's, his appearance surpasses brocade, his bearing is noble, his movements are like clouds, his heart is like iron, and he is hard to find. If you glance back at him, all the heroes of the world would fade away.。