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I call him Skinny Monkey. He looks like he has hyperthyroidism, his face is yellow and dry, and even the word "appropriate" is a bit harsh for his appearance. One year, I went to his village to teach, but I didn't expect that his personality, everything about him, and his purity were at a level that I could never measure in my life. We fell in love and then separated. I always felt that his soul was so hot and untouchable. He deserved all the good things, while I could only become a product of society. We are completely different, but we have always been redeeming each other. That year, I felt like I died in the softness, wrapped in the beauty. The romance and healing brought by the spirit, I can remember for several lifetimes. It has something to do with love, but what I want to talk about more is his life and everything about Slender Monkey.