The master said that from that day on when I learned skills from him, I should respect him as my father. Therefore, he is often called foster father. When my adoptive father came, he brought a little doll with a monkey head and a monkey head, saying that he wanted to keep me company because he was afraid that it would be difficult to pursue a career in art. But on the day when I turned against Master, I never thought that he would leave with me. And at the critical moment, he bore the infamy of "Patricide and Relative Killing" for me. All kinds of worries are weighing on my heart, and if I can't afford it, then I won't pay it back...