I moved overnight, and I moved three more times...... I'll try to get it done tomorrow --

I heard that there is a disease called compulsive hoarding disorder. I probably have this kind of disease, there are a lot of rags in the house, I really can't take it away, I can only selectively throw away some of it, I can't take it away, I can only send it around, this relative and friend send a pot, that friend sends a pot, I find that this feeling is actually very cool, a bit of Zhou Tianzi's meaning of dividing the world.

Later, I couldn't take it away after sending it away, mainly because everyone didn't look down on my pile of rags, and they refused to ask for it after receiving two things for a little face. It's very aggrieved to ask grandpa to sue grandma for sending things.

So I had to take things apart and pick the important parts to take away. For example, throw away the box and take the contents with you. Or the album is thrown away, and the photo is taken away.

It is said that when the corpses of people who had died in a foreign land could not be returned, their companions would cut off their heads or hands and take them away and transport them back to their hometowns for burial. That's probably what it means.

I ordered three plates of mosquito coils today [I don't need to take them away when I finish ordering].

The rest of the documents, the manuscripts [yes, I have an outline for writing novels], wait, start burning. In the middle of the night, I made a small steel basin to burn paper, and there was a mosquito coil next to it, but it was fucking scary.

So it took a lot of time to sort these things into categories, box them, number them, and then ship them away.

Because of the long distance, it is very troublesome to move. I'm leaving the city, so it's been a long time to move, and don't doubt that it's really moving.

I also said it on Weibo...... It's true, ah, I've been so much of a fan lately of proving that I'm not lying.

Thank you, I owe eleven chapters now.