Artifact Report

Chapter 35: My fellow villagers and grandmas, I’m home

I was so exhausted from the whole journey... I curled up my legs like a bird in a chair, couldn't sleep well, and the food was terrible. After changing planes, taking trains and subways, carrying suitcases and climbing stairs to get home, I saw...

The sky was full of sand and dust, as if you had stepped into the Sahara.

My family usually uses pine cat litter, which is clean and dust-free, but it must be cleaned frequently. Before typing, I will be particularly diligent to check whether the cat has pooped and whether it needs to be cleaned. If yes, that's great, I can stop typing for ten minutes.

When I go out and ask someone to come and look after my cat, I can't ask them to clean up the poop three times a day at mealtimes. I can only use ordinary cat litter. Oh my God, the sand is so dusty that all objects, no matter what they were originally, are now grayish white. My house is like a sandstorm, and now it is not qualified to hold the two sessions.

I'm exhausted from vacuuming, mopping, and wiping the furniture. Then I realize there's a pile of clothes in the washing machine. They were washed before I left... and they haven't been taken out in ages. Just imagine the smell. It's enough to make you feel horrible.

I just squatted on the ground and retched out half of my soul.

I cleaned it, but the smell persisted. With the smell of cat poop lingering in the room, I finally made a cup of coffee (let's see who can resist saying civet coffee), sat down, and turned on my computer. And guess what? The screen wouldn't light up.

I turned the computer on and off over and over again. Occasionally, it would light up when necessary. I entered the password, and it went dark again, like a shy girl.

Ah ah ah ah ah
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Beautiful West Lake in June

The screen isn't working, so how do I type? I have an external screen with an e-ink display... and the resolution is incredibly low, so it's blurry. Things like verifying which images contain traffic lights when logging into my account are impossible. I can only type and tell which are the words and which are the background.

It's so blurry that anyone who doesn't speak the language natively would hardly be able to recognize it.

When I was flying on the plane like a bird and not very tired, I wrote 980 words. After returning home for several hours, I wrote 1020 words now.

Anyway, I'll post this chapter as soon as I finish it. My legs are shaking every time I walk up and down the stairs, and my muscles are like wooden grain. I don't know why I'm so tired...

(End of this chapter)