Saturday, 24 December

[Private matter, one paragraph, not online]

I have been taking naps in the afternoon in the cellar these past few days and I find that I do not feel very well. It is because it was too humid. I remember that at the time when we buried our grandmother, brother Qin told me that if she was buried too deep there would be water, if too shallow there would be termites. Therefore 10 feet would be the most ideal. Now I am buried by my wife under twenty to thirty feet away under the ground, breathing the smell of soil, as well as the bad smell of fish and garlic, which could not be eliminated of by Airwick. It is truly difficult to settle a debt from the previous life. I do not know when I could settle it. Today is the eve of Christmas day; I can only pray for the God.