After returning from Chentang, I have gained a lot in the past month. Both on the body and on the clothes. All the way to Chentang, taking a bath is a beautiful dream, just a dream.

It's going to the toilet, and most of the time is solved in the vast world. With the dust and sweat along the way, the situation can be imagined.

Fortunately, no one was surprised that it was in Tibet. When I returned to Lhasa, I felt that I could not bear it. A thorough sweep was carried out.

Everything else was fine, but the pair of jeans that had been worn for a month took a lot of work to pack away. The original face of the jeans has long been lost, and after a month of rolling and crawling, the appearance of this jeans has been very unimaginable.

Washing machines can't be done with experience. Jia Yan stood behind me and was eager to try, but when I saw her hands that were not good, I said that she was not welcome.

I poured nearly half a small bag of laundry detergent in a large basin, added warm water, and then left the jeans in it to soak for more than an hour, then found a brush and carefully brushed the front and back of the jeans.

Tossed like this three times, the jeans were thrown into the big basin, and the basin full of water still turned black and not in the middle of winter.

Later, when I returned to Hong Kong for the family dinner, I took a picture of a basin of water to wash her jeans and sent it on my phone, saying that it was the fifth basin of water, and I couldn't help but laugh dumbly when I saw it, and told her not to waste it, go back and buy a pen, buy a few pieces of rice paper, and draw a few pictures well.

After packing up the jeans, all that's left is to deal with the down jacket. This thing was too heavy and too large after being launched, so people couldn't get their hands on it, so they had to hand it over to the washing machine to deal with.

The washing process was quite smooth, but unfortunately the edge of the pocket was dewired, and those restless silk cotton came out of the delineation, making a mess in the washing machine.

In keeping with the traditional virtues of thrift, after the down jacket was dried, I decided to suture the pockets of the down jacket myself.

I borrowed a needle and thread from Xiao Shi, but the eye of the needle was too small, and my fingers were not very obedient, so I could only retreat and ask Xiao Shi to help thread the needle and thread.

The thing that pride me on that afternoon was not the sewing of flowers into the pockets of my down jacket, which I did when I was young, and I can't do it anymore.

If you take off the thread, you only need to sew the pocket firmly and prevent the silk cotton inside from running out to trick or mischievous, and it is not so important whether it looks good or not.

I'm proud that I didn't get a finger pricked once.