Take it easy, sit back and relax
The Maid is on Summer Vacation
At the end of June, just three days into her summer break, she took the high-speed train to visit me, and we went out to have wild fun and eat delicious food.
We also encountered an Emu fan, though we didn't approach to talk due to social anxiety (
I Graduated
Ah, not a single person in our class was from Hefei. Our counselor sent a message at 7 PM on the 1st saying diplomas would be distributed the morning of the 2nd. Luckily, we could still collect them on the 6th, so it was fine (
But I got it in the end, and now it's time to start working (cry
Along the way, we went shopping and eating (still Hamazushi, still browsing merchandise stores)
My Friend Returned, But...
On the 15th, she came back. I picked her up from the high-speed train station, helped her drop luggage at home, then we went out for an event. That day was completely normal and joyful, with no signs of anything wrong.
On the 16th, with no other plans, I invited her to my place. Since it was hot, we decided to go out for the event in the evening. After dinner, still nothing unusual, so we headed to the mall. At 8 PM, we parted ways—she saw me off at the bus stop and watched me leave. Little did I know that would be the last time I ever saw her......
By the afternoon of the 17th, she hadn't replied to my messages. That evening, rumors spread in group chats that she might have taken poison. Frantic, I called the police.
After police confirmation, I was stunned. We'd been having fun just hours before—how could she be gone so suddenly......
Writing this, I sat dazed at my computer for half an hour, unsure how to continue. I won't lament like her other friends about how close we were or how important she was to me. She truly was a vital friend, and I blame myself for not watching over her better, for failing to intervene......
With no contact to her parents, I can only cherish the gifts she gave me while alive, taking them out when I miss her......
Second Ascent of Mount Tai
I'd promised a friend in Tai'an half a month ago to visit, but the incident happened the day before. That night, I only slept three hours (practically passed out).
Reached 350km/h too
My friend treated me to Luckin Coffee—still Duolingo
The next day, perfect hiking weather: cloudy with low UV! We spontaneously decided to climb from Hongmen to Nantianmen without buses or cable cars.
Halfway at Zhongtianmen, my friend took the cable car up to wait due to exhaustion.
After a quick resupply at Zhongtianmen, we pressed on (declaring war on you tomo fans 💥😠)
Onward up the mountain!
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The Eighteen Bends nearly broke me—steep and terrifying for someone afraid of heights. Holding the maid's hand barely kept me grounded.
Finally, after relentless effort, we reached Nantianmen.
My hands shook so badly taking photos I almost collapsed.
Remaining Time in Tai'an
After descending, we ate the most beautiful "beautiful meal" with friends.
Truly, thank you for the hospitality—Shandong people are incredibly warm.
The next day, my first-ever internet café visit. A 9800X3D + 5080 + ROG 500Hz 2K screen, and we played... these.
Let's just say we brothers are doomed—life's trajectory is clear now.
Finally headed home. Tai'an is wonderful—people and scenery equally beautiful.
Personal Reflections This Month
This month was intensely bittersweet, though sorrow dominated. Thank goodness the maid stayed with me all month—otherwise, I might've shattered.
I skipped Chengdu, Hangzhou, Zui Meng, and Shanghai. Plans to meet people collapsed—no money, no companions, poor planning. Buying this MacBook plunged me from comfort to poverty (though without it, the money would've vanished on fun anyway. At least this lasts years, bought at a historic low). I still have thousands, but locked in gold/stocks—untouchable reserves. Watching friends meet up, go wild at Zui Meng for autographs... envy gnaws. Now the maid's gone home, and the friend meant to spend summer with me left too......
This feels familiar. Like last year's Manka—persistent gloom, saved only by the maid's presence. Am I really this vulnerable to social isolation? Sigh. I've lost motivation to write, unsure what to even write about. The first half was all meetups and indulgence—Hangzhou alone 3-4 times, averaging monthly visits. Decadent. But I struggle to find joy/motivation now—only hoping friends return or I can visit them.
This month's favorite songs:
