In the apocalypse of natural disasters, she has a universal APP

Only when the snow-packing truck stops working will the snow have a chance to flood past the 20th floor, and this snow is no longer frozen hard snow that has been packed tightly.

It's just loose snow piled up from the falling snow in the sky. Even if it is buried through the window, it will not leak along the window, and it will not squeeze and damage the glass.

Then why is she panicking?

If the windows are blocked by snow and the room becomes dark, then turn on the lights. In the past, during the high temperature period, in order to prevent the sun from shining, she directly blocked the windows with cabinets. Is she still worried about the lack of light?

If heavy snow seals the windows and causes the temperature to drop, turn on the electric heaters. If one is not enough, add them casually - like now, she has already added a baseboard heater.

The first vertical electric heater was placed against the wall next to the window. As the weather became colder, she gradually moved the electric heater forward.

The new baseboard heater is placed on the side of the computer desk, also close to the wall, not particularly close to the bed.

Anyway, there is an electric mattress, and the quilt is always very warm. There is no need to be too close, but it will still be hot.

Living in the house is boring, so she can just go into the space!

This doesn't seem to have much to do with whether she can see the outside world or not.

——After thinking about it in this way, she successfully convinced herself and decided that from now on, she would not blow out the windows when she got up in the morning.

So, on the first day after she decided to give up the window, she got up in the morning, half-propped her body, squinted at the tightly drawn curtains, and stood in a daze for a while.

It feels like... I suddenly have a lot of free time.

Originally, after she got up every day, she would first place a table in front of the window. She selected it based on the height of the window, and then put the heater on it and started working.

During this period, she can return to the space to do some simple morning exercises and wash up. She can also take a look at the melting of ice outside the glass from time to time to plan her schedule appropriately.

As the melting time gradually increased, she could do more and more things during this waiting time.

From the beginning, it was just morning exercise and washing, to playing on the phone while waiting for it to melt, to simply having breakfast.

When the ice has almost melted, you can try to open the window. Of course, before doing this, you need to enter the space in advance and put on a set of thick clothes.

And opening the window is not something you can succeed in just one try. If you try it, you will continue to blow without moving. The ice on the glass will melt and roll down, so you will focus on blowing against the cracks in the window until you can push the window open.

During this period, it was difficult to take off the clothes after wearing them, so I could only keep wearing them and wait.

After the window can be opened, the window cleaner is used to wipe away the water that has just melted and is at risk of refreezing, and finally gets a window with a clear view.

But up to this point, it is not completely over. There is still the observation and recording with telescopes. During this period, it is inevitably cold when I sit in front of the window, and I have to go to the heater to bake.

When everything is warm and ready, this set is completely over.

At first, she also de-iced all the windows in her home, but later it became too troublesome and she simply abandoned the balcony window that had a wider view but was not commonly used, and the kitchen window that was already dispensable.

Now, it’s finally time to add bedroom windows to the list.

It felt like I was suddenly free in the morning.

You can directly change into soft velvet home clothes that have been baked warm in advance in the space. It is neither cold nor hot, fresh and dry, and you can enjoy your morning time leisurely.

It felt like she had been eating sweet things in the morning for a long time, so she wanted to change her taste today. She took out a large luxurious pancake with eggs and thin crisps. It was still very comfortable to eat a hot pancake on this cold day.

Served with the same hot freshly squeezed soy milk, which she squeezed herself, following the recipe she saw online, she squeezed several of them at once, and the sound of the wall breaker at home never stopped in those days.

What I drank today was pumpkin polenta soy milk - it is said to be soy milk, but in fact there are no beans. This one is made from pumpkin, corn, rice, milk and water, but the soy milk mode of the wall breaker is used.

The consistency is moderate and the taste is sweet. After a few sips, you can feel the aroma of pumpkin and corn in your nose.

As she drank, she thought of the pumpkin porridge in the barbecue restaurant outside. It was so delicious, sweet and fragrant. Every time she went to eat it, she would have one bowl after another, and she couldn't stop drinking it.

Then, she ordered a bowl with her golden finger, giving the breakfast a sweet ending.

The morning reading session was carried out as usual. The copybook had been changed a long time ago, but the font was not changed. It was still the same teacher's copybook.

She is very self-aware. Even after tracing a book, she can't really write it exactly the same, so what's the point of changing the font?

She wrote the copybook just for fun. She said it was for self-cultivation, which was a little reluctant. At most, she wrote it for meditation, and she did not make up her mind to say what she must practice.

So I just write a little bit every day to make the words written with my bare hands more tangible and stable. I don’t pursue a particularly elegant and unrestrained font.

After I finished writing the copybook, I flipped through the poetry book and slowly copied a poem by myself. I looked at it together with the ones I had copied before and found that I had indeed made some progress.

Even though she had no big goals, she was still very happy to see her progress and immediately rewarded herself with a lollipop.

She peeled off a stick of coffee milk flavor and stuffed it into her mouth. She hummed along with the pure music from the speaker, opened the book, spread out the paper, picked up the pen, and started excerpting.

It has been nearly six months since she started reading this set of novels, and she has only read less than half of them now—not referring to the number of novels she has read, but relative to the whole.

She stacked the whole set of books and put a bookmark where she saw it. Judging from the progress of the bookmark, it was indeed not halfway through, but it was close.

At the beginning, she had no idea and temporarily set herself a goal of completing one chapter a day. However, as the actual progress progressed, she found that this was not feasible.

She doesn't just read books, she also makes excerpts, and she also does bilingual excerpts. During this period, she also has to learn the language, look up the dictionary, and read with the system to practice speaking, which takes up a lot of time.

Each chapter of this set of books is very long. If it is really one chapter a day, then basically there will be nothing else to do except eat before exercise time.

She wasn't happy about it.

With Golden Finger, her life statement is to lie down happily, eat and wait for death, there is no reason why she can't find any reason to be unhappy.

So she followed the table of contents and put an index sticker on the first page of each chapter of the entire book. She read about half of each chapter every day, and then adjusted it according to the actual situation.

Anyway, usually before eating at noon, it must be completed. Not only is it completed, but also a short period of time is left to play with the mobile phone and relax the brain, and then eat.

It was the same today, as a new chapter just started. She pinched the pages between this index post and the next one, roughly marked out half of it, and designated it as the content for today's morning reading.