"Kongkong, I am Xiaobai. I heard that you have come back from the Buddhist scriptures. Why is the phone not on? Have you forgotten me?" Miss Bai listened to the love song written by Mr. Renjian for herself, and dialed the string of numbers that she knew by heart again, "I'm sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off. Sorry...". Miss Bai looked to the west affectionately, "Kongkong, when will you come back?" Wukong, whose somersault cloud was in disrepair for a long time, fell into the river just after setting off from the west, and was currently entangled in the heavenly office.
Purpose: Work hard to make a little money