He has to have a skin, in this world. Even if you have the ability, you have to be human, or you will be a monster. He was a monkey, but fortunately he placed this skin on the monkey man.

There are so many monkeys in the world, who should they trust to? But it's strange to say that there is such a family, the ancestors have been passed down from generation to generation, and they are all monkeys. Fortunately, this is the only one, and it is also convenient to find the roots.

"Great Sage, wake up, why are you still sleeping! I'm almost late for work. Roommate Xiao Jiao shouted.

He and Xiao Jiao are colleagues, but they used to be, and now they are both in Beijing, based on knowing each other better, it is convenient to have a care, so they rented a master bedroom together.

"I resigned."

"This is the first time you've changed jobs, in these days in Beijing, okay, I'm going to be late, I'll talk to you again when I come back."

"Go ahead! Otherwise, the day's food money will be deducted. ”

After Xiao Jiao left, he was the only one left in the house. This is his third year of work, and he has changed jobs four or five times. From an outsider's point of view, he is always high-eyed, unable to persevere in anything, and unable to endure hardship. No one would have thought that he had been sick all these years, he didn't need sympathy, he didn't need pity, he just wanted to rely on his own ability to live his life. But this small request seems to be not small for him.

Someone used to joke about him:

"Look at the saint in your name, and you are a monkey, you should be very capable, why sometimes you can't even do a little thing."

With the facts in front of him, he could only reply with self-deprecation:

"The Monkey King has been pressed by Wuzhi Mountain for five hundred years, I am at that stage now, I don't know when the Tang monk who learned the scriptures will appear, let me help him complete the great cause of learning the scriptures as soon as possible, and I can also complete the merits, or any of you will be my nobleman."

Sometimes he really wishes that he was a Monkey King, and he didn't ask for much ability, he just wanted to live too much. And now he seems to have interpreted the word "nest" to the fullest.

He is the only "gentleman" in the family, according to his grandmother, for the sake of the family to be a literate person. His family doesn't know how much they have paid, they have been farmers for generations, and suddenly there is a "sir", and it is really green smoke on the ancestral grave.

His illness was caused by his studies at that time, and he didn't dare to tell his family. He is reluctant to read, not because he doesn't like it, but because he doesn't want to be forced to study, and his name as "sir" was exchanged for a sickness, and no one will know. The three words "reader" are too important, especially in the countryside, as if you are a reader, you are superior. So for the sake of this "superiority", he chose to compromise.

He didn't know that this was the ninety-ninth reincarnation of the monkey in the human world.

I don't know how many times this kind of reincarnation happened in his family, it happened to his grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather, maybe some times are too old, and now I can't remember it clearly.

Take his grandfather, for example, he has never met his grandfather, even his father has never met his grandfather, and his father is a widow. In fact, this kind of reincarnation should have ended in his father's life a long time ago. But the impermanence of fate makes this cycle have to continue.

He has six aunts, and according to his grandmother, he should also have an uncle (not a monkey). But when he was more than ten years old, he died of a strange illness. Grandma almost lost hope of living, to know what a son means in such a patriarchal era. At that time, the aunts were still young, and life had to go on. The fate of a family has never stopped because of the blow of life.

But another accident happened, but the family almost couldn't continue. At the time of a work, the sky was thundering and raining, but the fields in the field had to be ploughed (at that time, it was a cooperative, unlike now, the land is all privately planted, and you can plant as you want, and you can work when you want.) At that time, no matter how bad the conditions were, the assigned tasks had to be completed), and it was during that thunderstorm that Grandpa lost his life (this was the ninetieth reincarnation of the monkey in the world). At that time, people were superstitious, saying that what touched the dragon's tail caused the dragon king to get angry. In fact, now it seems that it was struck by lightning, in that weather, in such an empty field. It was just some prevarication at that time to evade responsibility.

Grandpa was carried back by the people of the village, and his whole body was already black. Grandma looked at Grandpa's body and didn't speak or cry for a long time. She said that she didn't know what was wrong at the time, and she was stunned at that time, and she felt that her innocence had really collapsed. After Grandpa's funeral, Grandma didn't go out for a few days, she thought about dying, but she couldn't, her aunts were still young, if she left, the family would really be finished.

Misfortune and blessing are relied upon, and blessing and misfortune are lurking. It didn't take long for my grandmother to find that she had been unwell these days, and at first she thought it was overwork, but then she went to the hospital for a check-up and found that she had it. In fact, under the conditions at that time, it should not have been born. However, some people say that it may be grandpa's last wish. So in the end, I was born, and the year I was born happened to be the Year of the Monkey.