The golden cicada boy in his previous life and Xuanzang Tripitaka in this life have always had a person named Wukong in his life. "Your hair is so beautiful, like the sun." For Wukong, Sanzang, who took him to heaven and rescued him from Wuzhishan five hundred years later, was the most dazzling sun in his life. "Who is calling me?" For Sanzang, Wukong is an indispensable existence in his mediocre destiny. Who is whose sun, and who warms whom? I only dedicate this short story to my favorite Sanzang and Wukong.
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