You don't know. I have known you for a long time. On Children's Day, your face was smeared like a monkey's butt, and you and two other monkey's butts were pushed onto the stage. The host said: Please enjoy the cross talk performance! A minute passed. It was like a pause button was pressed on the stage. No one spoke. A gust of wind blew by. Poof~~. You rolled your eyes, slowly raised the microphone, and said with great enthusiasm: Who the hell farts! With a plop, the other two monkeys fell to their knees on the ground, bursting into tears, "Boss, we were wrong." You hugged the two monkeys' butts and squeezed out two tears and said: "It's harder to paint a tiger's skin than to paint its bones. You know people but don't know their hearts. You have actually learned this harmful thing. It's really... I'm worried." The two of them grabbed your trousers and said, "Boss, we don't dare to do that anymore." You grabbed the waist of your trousers and said, "If you know you're wrong, you can do better. Amitabha, it's so good!" The three of them looked at each other and stood up calmly, holding hands and bowing, and the loudspeaker sounded the voice of the three of them. ;"Thank you everyone'