Dai Mountain had lain silent for nearly a thousand years, and through those long centuries the plants and creatures inside it had lived almost entirely cut off from the outside world. On one hand, modern human society had developed at a breakneck pace, encroaching on and damaging the natural environment so badly that many ordinary animals could no longer survive away from Dai Mountain. On the other hand, under Lin Zhao’s rule, the many sprites and spirits with cultivation and awareness were not permitted much contact with the human world either.
This was the first time a living stranger had appeared at the edge of Dai Mountain and not been driven off, and Lin Zhao had even tacitly allowed the mountain’s animals to approach him.
Every animal that heard the news, directly or indirectly, grew restless. It wasn’t that they truly craved a little human food. Because Dai Mountain was so isolated from human society, its ecosystem was far healthier than anywhere else, and the animals and plants growing there were very different from those outside. In terms of pure, natural flavor, human food piled high with all sorts of seasonings couldn’t begin to compare.
For the most part, the animals were simply curious and after something new.
Shuai Zhiming stood there holding two peaches, staring blankly for a while. Setting aside the whole question of whether it was normal for a monkey to hand him peaches, just looking at the peaches themselves, they seemed pretty impressive. That fresh, glistening red made you taste the sweet crispness before you’d even taken a bite.
Ji Yi came out clean and refreshed after changing his clothes and, seeing Shuai Zhiming staring dazedly at two peaches, asked, “Huh, you brought peaches?” The peaches looked plump and full. Ji Yi liked peaches quite a lot, but a couple of days ago, when he’d asked the price while grocery shopping, they’d cost more than ten yuan a pound, and being a tightwad, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to buy any.
It was Ji Yi’s voice that snapped Shuai Zhiming out of it. Shock finally showed on his face. “No,” he said, pointing a finger at the trees outside, seeming a little not sure how to put it into words. “Just now three monkeys came out over there. They gave these to me.”
Ji Yi’s smile froze. “Monkeys…?”
Shuai Zhiming had meant to ask Ji Yi whether this monkey behavior fell within the range of normal, after all, Ji Yi was the owner here, and he’d just confidently assured him that the animals were all perfectly normal.
Ji Yi caught the flicker of doubt in Shuai Zhiming’s eyes and immediately steadied his expression. “Monkeys, ah, yeah, we’ve got monkeys around here.”
The bandit monkeys of Beishan were practically famous nationwide, and Ji Yi knew it. So when he heard Shuai Zhiming mention monkeys, his first reaction was a twinge of nerves. But once Shuai Zhiming said the monkeys had given him peaches, another thought occurred to Ji Yi.
“Did you give them anything?”
Shuai Zhiming nodded. “I gave them a few gummies.”
Now it all made sense to Ji Yi. Calmly he said, “Then there’s nothing to worry about. They were probably trading with you.”
Ji Yi thought first of Bolao, since there was the earlier precedent of Bolao swapping pork for potato chips. Even with the monkeys now trading peaches for gummies, Ji Yi didn’t find it so hard to accept anymore.
The doubt in Shuai Zhiming’s heart slowly dissolved along with Ji Yi’s composure. Delighted, he said, “I really didn’t expect the monkeys here to be so polite. I’d seen tons of people online complaining about the Beishan monkeys, so I’d even braced myself to get robbed. This is such a nice surprise.”
“Ha. Haha.” Ji Yi laughed drily.
Shuai Zhiming was in a great mood. He’d found plenty of material to write about before he’d even reached Beishan, so naturally he was happy. He handed one of the peaches in his hand to Ji Yi.
Ji Yi rinsed both peaches by the courtyard well, returned one to Shuai Zhiming, and then, almost in unison, the two of them raised the peaches to their mouths and took a big bite.
Two crisp crunches, and then their eyes lit up as they looked at each other, each reading the same feeling in the other’s gaze: “Delicious!”
The texture of the peach was somewhere between a crisp peach and a soft one, a neutral middle ground that just about everyone would accept. The real key, of course, was the flavor: that unadorned, natural sweetness, refreshing to the core yet never cloying. With every chew, the peach’s sweetness built in layers in the mouth, and only after the final swallow did the rich burst of flavor briefly subside, until the next bite came, and the whole experience repeated itself.
A peach bigger than a grown man’s fist should have been more than enough, yet Ji Yi and Shuai Zhiming both, without a word, felt they hadn’t had their fill.
Only after swallowing the last mouthful of peach did Shuai Zhiming get a chance to speak. “That was way too good. Are peaches really this delicious? I never used to like peaches much.”
He’d always found peaches kind of sickly-sweet. Once in a while he’d eat a crisp one or two, and mostly those had been bought by his mom. If he hadn’t been curious about how the peaches picked by the mountain monkeys tasted, Shuai Zhiming most likely would have given both peaches to Ji Yi.
Now, thinking back, he was glad he’d kept one for himself, otherwise, wouldn’t he have missed out on so much?
Ji Yi did like peaches, and now he couldn’t help saying, “Not every kind of peach is this good, you know.”
He lowered his eyes to the small, dainty peach pit left in his hand. It felt much smaller than the ones you usually saw on the market, the variety had to be quite unusual.
Shuai Zhiming was almost regretful. “I just didn’t bring many gummies with me.”
Ji Yi noticed his gaze drifting toward Dai Mountain, looking a little wistful.
But Shuai Zhiming soon perked up again. “The forecast says tomorrow’s clear. Tomorrow I’ll head up Beishan and see if I can happen to run into the monkeys.”
Ji Yi opened his mouth to warn him. “That’s—”
Shuai Zhiming looked over. “Hm?”
Ji Yi held his tongue. He couldn’t very well say the monkeys up on Beishan were most likely still running their bandit racket, or he’d have to explain all over again just how the monkeys around here weren’t quite normal.
All he could do was silently pray for Shuai Zhiming that tomorrow he wouldn’t run into those thuggish Beishan monkeys.
Shuai Zhiming didn’t eat lunch at the guesthouse. He’d had an itinerary planned before he came, and after encountering the seemingly spirit-touched cat and monkeys, he was even more eager to explore the nearby villages.
The truth was, though Ji Yi had opened this guesthouse with a fairly go-with-the-flow attitude, feeling it was fine even if guests were few, that didn’t mean he was unwilling to see the guesthouse really take off.
His expectations were simply low. He figured that if it turned out to be a failed venture, a bit of trial and error, that was no big deal. But if he could make the guesthouse a success out here, that would of course be all the better.
To that end he’d read a fair amount of written and video material on the subject, and gradually he’d developed some insights of his own. Guesthouses as a type of product came in many varieties, but without exception, if you wanted to keep guests coming, you needed at least some distinctive appeal.
Fine food and drink, closeness to nature, family-friendly fun for kids and parents, natural scenery, or a high-end sense of design, you needed a distinctive feature to attract the corresponding audience, build a steady stream of guests and a good reputation. Otherwise it really would just be an ordinary little guesthouse.
But knowing you needed a distinctive feature was useless on its own, the key was how to create one. Ji Yi was new to the trade, and he’d only started digging into a lot of the material after he’d already decided to go into it, so of course he didn’t have any clear vision yet, and he knew a lot of things couldn’t be rushed. There’d be no harm in figuring out later what special feature the guesthouse should have.
He just felt that, compared to other newcomers to the trade, he already had a big advantage. Never mind that the old house meant no rent pressure and he could pull out at any time, even in the early preparation work, he had tricks that saved him a lot of money.
Ji Yi used to think it was best to keep gods and ghosts at a respectful distance. Now that he interacted with them more, he wouldn’t pass judgment on the other ghosts just yet, but as for the few old ghosts he’d gotten to know, Ji Yi felt he could work with them more closely.
Right now there weren’t many guests, but if the guests picked up down the road, the daily chores would be no small matter. Without a few permanent staff by then, Ji Yi would be run ragged. But if he hired a few people, he was afraid the little he earned each month wouldn’t even cover their wages.
From an economic standpoint, making Old Li and the others permanent staff was a very good deal.
Did ghosts even have jobs in the netherworld? As it happened, ghosts could hold all sorts of jobs. Traditionally speaking, some became yin envoys [1]netherworld officers who escort the dead jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_2932311_1_1').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_2932311_1_1', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], }); after death, some served directly as officials in the underworld, and even Ji Yi’s idea of simply hiring ghosts to work for him wasn’t some wild invention of his own.
Ji Yi had come across accounts in old books of ghosts who, unable to bear their hunger, begged food from the living and willingly served as their servants. If you thought about it, that counted as a precedent for ghosts working for the living.
As for how to pay the ghosts, the netherworld had its own set of rules. Ji Yi typed “wages” into the netherweb [2]netherworld internet jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_2932311_1_2').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_2932311_1_2', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], }); to search, and most of the top results had to do with netherworld wages, but the relevant locations were mostly concentrated in a few famous ghost cities.
Those, he supposed, were the more economically developed parts of the netherworld, where opportunities were plentiful for ghosts and where a lot of talented ghosts flowed in. A region like Beishan, however, whether by the netherweb’s account or the yin envoys’ own, was the kind of no-man’s-land that gave the higher-ups a real headache.
Ji Yi searched using “Beishan” as the keyword. There was almost nothing on wages, and the sparse remaining content either said the public order here was poor and out-of-town ghosts didn’t like coming, or was propaganda about the netherworld’s poverty-alleviation policies. There was far too little for Ji Yi to draw on.
He could only refer to some of the wage figures from the ghost cities, and to his surprise, once he did, he found the pay over there wasn’t as high as he’d imagined either. Ten silver ingots for a month’s work was already considered quite good, and there’d be no food provided on top of that.
Factoring in the situation in the living world, Ji Yi now had a rough idea. He planned to find time in the next day or two to bring up the idea of becoming permanent staff with Old Li and the others and see what they thought.
Meanwhile, Shuai Zhiming spent the afternoon wandering the villages around Beishan.
Some of the villages here had developed tourism too, and a few had quite nice old dwellings. But having come from the Dai Mountain guesthouse, Shuai Zhiming had built up expectations for a lot of the scenery beforehand, and looking at it afterward, he actually felt… how to put it. It wasn’t that he was very disappointed, exactly, but with the comparison to that spirit-touched place, the other villages seemed to lose a bit of their vitality and pick up a bit of the formulaic, and nothing struck him as unique.
Because of this, Shuai Zhiming simply headed back to the guesthouse early, pulled out his laptop, and started typing, jotting down the day’s travel impressions first.
He’d meant to give a broad, general overview, but as he wrote, he found himself unconsciously drifting toward Hongye Village. Only when he finished and looked it over did he realize that, between the photos and the text, seventy percent of it was about Hongye Village.
The crowning touch, at that, was that photo of the monkeys from behind, along with the two fresh, tender peaches.
Looking at the picture and remembering those monkeys, Shuai Zhiming couldn’t help smiling again. He couldn’t be bothered to adjust the overall balance, and simply posted the first half of his Beishan travelogue as it was. He pushed it out on Weibo along with the several other platforms he regularly posted to.
After posting, he gave it a once-over, confirmed there were no typos or anything, and went straight to scrolling short videos for a while. The big-data algorithm thoughtfully served him some Beishan travel guides, some vloggers had filmed their own Beishan hikes, must-see scenery, that sort of thing. Shuai Zhiming watched for about ten minutes.
When he went back to Weibo, some fans had already left comments.
“This doesn’t add up. Aren’t the Beishan monkeys notorious for their bandit behavior?”
“Seriously, in my book the Beishan monkeys rank top three on the bully list. Last time I went, my bag got torn to shreds, I nearly cried from rage. But this picture Shuai-Shuai posted, just looking at their backs, I actually kind of feel like those monkeys are a little… well-behaved? Somebody slap me out of it.”
“Wow, these peaches really do look delicious. Were they really given by monkeys? Did somebody send the Beishan monkeys to school?”
Quite a few people found it unbelievable that the Beishan monkeys hadn’t snatched any food and had actually given Shuai Zhiming peaches, impossibly well-behaved.
“Even golden snub-nosed monkeys, famous for their good temper, don’t behave like that, I think. Incredible.”
Faced with all the doubt and a few disbelieving voices, Shuai Zhiming made a point of explaining further.
“I guarantee it’s real, and they’re not human-tamed either, they came straight out of the mountains. The guesthouse owner told me the monkeys were trading food with me. Really spirit-touched, right? Thinking back on it now, I still find them adorable.”
Shuai Zhiming didn’t forget to add that before going up Beishan tomorrow, he planned to stop at a supermarket and buy several more packs of gummies. Maybe it was the gummies that had turned the Beishan monkeys over a new leaf?
Among the fans, some said the blogger was awfully brave to go provoking the Beishan monkeys, while others said maybe there really were some polite characters among the Beishan monkeys.
Shuai Zhiming only replied to a few comments from familiar-looking fans before the aroma of cooking, slowly drifting in from outside, drew his attention.
He’d been sitting in his room, about to lie down and rest for a bit, until the smell of food hit him, and suddenly his stomach growled loudly.
Remembering that he’d booked dinner at the guesthouse, Shuai Zhiming decided to get up and go take a look.
That noon he’d eaten farmhouse fare at a nearby village, but never mind that it was on the pricey side, the food had actually been pretty mediocre. There’d barely been a few slices of meat, and several of the dishes were overcooked, either mushy or so tough that biting in felt like chewing on stalks.
Because of that, hungry as he’d been, he hadn’t managed a second bowl of rice.
Here at the guesthouse, Ji Yi had told him earlier that dinner wasn’t à la carte, you just ate whatever Ji Yi was eating, because it was only twenty-five yuan. At twenty-five yuan in a scenic area, you couldn’t lose out and you couldn’t get cheated [3]it was a fair, low-risk deal jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_2932311_1_3').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_2932311_1_3', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], });. At that price, he couldn’t get anything good outside anyway.
Shuai Zhiming had initially braced himself for dinner to be nothing special too, but now, smelling that mouthwatering aroma, his spirits lifted at once.
He couldn’t say what the smell was, exactly, just that it kept boring into his nose in wave after wave, making his stomach feel hollow, as if nothing were left but a gluttony-worm churning inside.
Only after Shuai Zhiming pushed open the door and stepped out did he realize that the little bit of aroma he’d smelled in his room was nothing, out here, the whole place was flooded with fragrance.
He couldn’t help closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, then headed toward the kitchen, wanting to see who was cooking.
But before Shuai Zhiming even reached the kitchen, he heard Ji Yi call out behind him, “Mr. Shuai, the kitchen door can’t be opened from the outside.”
Shuai Zhiming stopped in his tracks. Turning to see Ji Yi, he said a little sheepishly, “Sorry, it just smells so good, I wanted to see what the dishes were.”
He’d assumed Ji Yi was the one inside, but now it seemed the cook was someone else entirely.
Ji Yi rattled off the names of the dishes. “Just simple home cooking. Today it’s shredded pork with green peppers, oyster-sauce lettuce, and a steamed egg. It’s just the two of us eating, so I wanted to keep it simple.”
Simple home cooking it was, but it really did smell amazing.
Shuai Zhiming didn’t bother going back to his room, he just sat down by the eight-immortals table to wait for the meal, thinking he’d get a look at who the cook was in a bit.
After about ten minutes, the clattering of pots and pans in the kitchen died down. Ji Yi told Shuai Zhiming to go wash his hands, and headed for the kitchen himself.
By the time Shuai Zhiming came back with clean hands, Ji Yi had already carried all the dishes out to the main hall, but there was no sign of the cook.
Shuai Zhiming was a little curious. “Where’s the cook? Is it just the two of us eating?”
“Yeah,” Ji Yi nodded, spinning a tall tale. “The cook ate earlier. He’s gone off to rest.”
The cook had indeed eaten, but at this very moment he was not resting, he’d taken Ji Yi’s phone and was inside finishing the food show he hadn’t gotten through the day before.
Shuai Zhiming didn’t suspect a thing, mainly because the food in front of him was just too tempting. There were the three dishes Ji Yi had named, plus a small side dish of sour-and-spicy pickled radish that looked pickled to just the right degree.
Shuai Zhiming first picked up a chopstickful of the shredded pork and green peppers with a small bite of rice and put it in his mouth. The fresh fragrance of the peppers, the tender smoothness of the pork, and just the right touch of heat all danced together on the tip of his tongue.
Shuai Zhiming couldn’t get a word out, but his instantly widened eyes conveyed his feelings perfectly.
Ji Yi followed right after with a chopstickful of his own, equally satisfied as he ate.
Even though Liu Dalei had watched too much TV these past couple of days and kept pestering him to buy an oven, which annoyed Ji Yi to no end, there was no denying Liu Dalei’s cooking skills were beyond reproach, every meal was pure enjoyment.
Because Ji Yi had said beforehand there was no limit, Shuai Zhiming couldn’t help wolfing down three big bowls of rice in one go, stopping only when his stomach felt uncomfortably stuffed.
Every dish was delicious: the radish sour, spicy, crisp and refreshing, the lettuce fresh, sweet and tender, and even the plain steamed egg was impossibly smooth, sliding down toward the throat the moment it entered the mouth.
Having eaten his fill, Shuai Zhiming clutched his belly and said, deeply regretful, “I should’ve taken a picture beforehand.”
The food really stirred up his urge to share.
The two young men polished off all three dishes clean, which even made washing up much easier.
Shuai Zhiming immediately booked all three meals with Ji Yi for the next day, determined not to miss a single one. Even three meals a day came to under seventy yuan, the taste was more than worth it.
Ji Yi was thoroughly pleased. Today’s biggest cost had been the pork, but the five pounds Bolao had given him weren’t used up yet, so the cost was really just the green peppers and vegetables. Shuai Zhiming’s twenty-five yuan didn’t earn him much, but it didn’t run at a loss either.
The main thing was that he’d more or less be eating these dishes himself anyway, so for now, being paid like this counted as a form of income for Ji Yi.
Shuai Zhiming digested for a good while before going to wash up and sleep. Ji Yi didn’t go to bed right away, he waited until the sky had gone fully dark, and then Old Li, Old Sun, and Chen Weiguo all came.
Ji Yi brought up his plan to have them work long-term and asked whether they’d be willing.
Not every ghost was willing. A ghost like Chen Weiguo, for one, wasn’t. If not for the good money Ji Yi paid and the added factor of Lin Zhao’s connection, Chen Weiguo couldn’t have been bothered to come do the work this diligently.
He hadn’t gambled in a while, and his hands were itching like crazy.
Old Li and Old Sun were both very willing and settled it on the spot. The other old ghosts, with ancestral offerings still to tend to at home and not wanting to overexert themselves, and since Ji Yi didn’t need many ghostly hands here, didn’t come right away.
For now it was settled that Old Li and Sun Changxing would become permanent staff.
After a full day of rain, Beishan finally welcomed a bright, clear sky.
After a satisfying breakfast at the guesthouse, Shuai Zhiming had Ji Yi drive him to the entrance at the foot of Beishan.
Just as they arrived, they happened to see a crowd chasing after a departing car, with someone shouting, “Jian Yi!!”
Shuai Zhiming glanced over and said to Ji Yi with a laugh, “Looks like that fresh-faced idol. That Weibo post he put up a while back, some people were saying he’d been hexed. Although afterward he seems to have stopped posting.”
Ji Yi thought silently to himself, “He wasn’t hexed. He just got dragged off by ghosts to act in a film, and then panned for his terrible acting.”
The two of them agreed on a time to come pick Shuai Zhiming up at noon, and Ji Yi headed back.
Shuai Zhiming, gripping his selfie stick, set off up the mountain full of confidence.
On the way here, he’d had Ji Yi stop at a little supermarket in town, and gone in specially to buy several packs of gummies. Even though Ji Yi’s rather hard-to-read expression at the time had struck him as odd, remembering how adorable those three monkeys had been yesterday, Shuai Zhiming was still very much looking forward to seeing the Beishan monkeys on his climb today.
For that, Shuai Zhiming even planned to film a vlog to document it. He hadn’t come right out and said so, but he did carry a certain hidden desire to prove to the netizens doubting him that the Beishan monkeys weren’t completely unadorable.
Shuai Zhiming hiked the mountain path for a while, searching the spots where, according to the internet, the Beishan monkeys often appeared. Heaven rewards the diligent [4]his persistence paid off jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_2932311_1_4').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_2932311_1_4', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], });, from a distance Shuai Zhiming spotted several monkeys perched on the railings along both sides of the stone steps. Some passersby nearby were carefully taking photos, others were doing their best to give them a wide berth.
Shuai Zhiming’s eyes lit up. Excitedly he pulled out a pack of gummies and walked over, wanting to make a trade with the monkeys.
But once he got a little closer, Shuai Zhiming felt these monkeys were somehow not quite like the ones he’d met yesterday.
Hmm… these monkeys were fat, and the glint in their eyes wasn’t so friendly. When they suddenly looked over, there was a thuggish, shifty menace to them.
Shuai Zhiming’s steps abruptly halted. He sensed something was wrong.
But it was already too late. The monkeys had locked onto this clueless passerby with a big pack on his back and snacks in his hand, and long before Shuai Zhiming could pull away, they all charged straight at him at once.
The ones after his bag went for his bag, the ones after the gummies in his hand went for the gummies, and some even took aim at his selfie stick and phone.
Shuai Zhiming simply fled in a rout, managing only to hold onto his selfie stick and phone while shielding his head with the other hand as he ran. Throughout it all, the selfie stick dutifully recorded the entire ordeal. The monkeys’ ferocious expressions were magnified at close range, multiplying the horror several times over.
Seeing the scene, some of the other tourists laughed and filmed Shuai Zhiming’s sorry state, while others hurriedly took a detour to dodge the gang of thug monkeys.
In the end it was the scenic-area staff who came and chased the monkeys a little farther off, rescuing Shuai Zhiming’s bag and asking whether he’d been scratched by the monkeys.
Shuai Zhiming hadn’t been scratched, but he felt the psychological trauma he’d suffered far outweighed the physical.
Could “thugs” even describe this pack of monkeys? These were devils.
The monkeys still hadn’t gone far. Holding the gummies Shuai Zhiming had bought, they expertly tore open the packaging and munched away, smacking their lips with great relish.
Even in his disarray, Shuai Zhiming didn’t forget to record this scene too, and then, without editing it in the slightest, posted the video straight to his Weibo.
The Weibo post he’d put up before dinner yesterday now had several hundred shares and close to a thousand comments, considerably more traffic than his usual posts. That was mainly because he’d tagged Beishan in the topic and said he’d met very polite Beishan monkeys, and the post had been reshared by the official Beishan Scenic Area account.
Beishan Scenic Area: Clearing the Beishan monkeys’ name // @Well-Known Local Handsome Guy: Beishan Travelogue (Part One)…
Plenty of people in the comments were cracking up, figuring the official account was lying through its teeth. Of course, most people also knew the official account’s editor was just playing along with the meme, but seeing the original poster, Shuai Zhiming, earnestly replying to other netizens in the comments that the monkeys he’d met really were well-behaved, they got a little confused again.
Some even suspected Shuai Zhiming had taken a promotional fee from the scenic area.
Of course, all the debate settled into one unified direction the moment Shuai Zhiming posted his new video.
This new Weibo post of Shuai Zhiming’s didn’t even have a text description, just a five-minute-or-so video. Yet it still made a big splash.
For one thing, Shuai Zhiming’s filming angle was extremely up-close-and-deadly, all but putting the viewer face-to-face with the monkeys’ pouncing raid, a heart-pounding intensity rarely found in other third-person videos. Plenty of people finished it wanting to clutch their chests and say, that’s terrifying. And of course, even more people’s reactions to the video had to be taken together with Shuai Zhiming’s solemn vows the day before that he’d met very polite monkeys.
Shuai Zhiming’s solemn vows, the Beishan Scenic Area official account’s nonsense, plus Shuai Zhiming’s video quietly slapping his own face, all at once formed a complete reversal arc, and the shares and comments went viral.
“Hahahaha, the familiar recipe, the familiar flavor [5]same old thing, the Beishan monkeys we all know jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_2932311_1_5').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_2932311_1_5', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], });.”
“Now this is the Beishan monkey I recognize. 【tearing up】”
“Hoping the blogger rests in peace.”
“Beishan monkey: I heard someone said I was civilized.jpg”
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