It can be seen that Yang Yang wanted to talk with me, but there were monkeys, and nothing could be said.

I think it's good, because if there were no monkeys, she would have to talk about art. Or she would have to talk about the old things again and devote herself to art. I couldn't help it. There are monkeys stirring up here, at least I'm not so embarrassed.

Yang Yang was so disappointed that he didn't want to stay any longer. The monkey had to send us back.

After delivering Yang Yang, he sent me back. When he got off the bus, the monkey asked me for Yang...