When I turned 30, I lost my job due to beating up my boss. Looking back on my muddled and monotonous life, I felt almost numb.
But by chance, he was stabbed in the back by his father and his little brother (joined forces), took over an almost abandoned zoo, and met a talking monkey hair?
My ancestor? Journey to the West? That monkey who shouted Qitian? I don’t know what will happen in the future, but I have a vague feeling that my life seems to have taken another fork in the road...
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