Du Lei was the eighth child in the Du Family and a true bookworm, his pet phrases always "Confucius says" and "thus and so" and such.
Ni Yang didn't have a bit of this habit.
Elder Du twirled his Buddha beads, "There are many things you wouldn't think of."
"What do you mean?" Du Jiaojiao turned back to look at Elder Du, "Do you know Ni Yang well?"
Elder Du turned and walked towards the study, "If there's nothing else, I'll head back to the study room now."
Du Jiaojiao pointed at the TV, "Aren't you going to watch?"
"Watch it yourself."
"How boring." Du Jiaojiao rolled her eyes, she had once thought that maybe Elder Du liked Ni Yang!
Now it seemed that Elder Du was still the same as before.
A person without a heart.
Elder Du returned to the study, picked up the brush, and continued with his painting.
On the pure white canvas was the background of a brilliant night sky, surrounded by pitch-black jungle, a bonfire burning under a big tree.
