Kraft woke up from a night of post exam frenzy with a headache and found himself lying on a letter.

Although the light was dim and yellow, one could still clearly see saliva wetting a corner of the letter paper, spreading out on the slightly pale yellow rough paper, and the letters squeezed in the corner were already blurred.

Beside the letter, there is a dipping pen. Even if the ink on the pen tip is dry and clumped, and the pattern model cannot be distinguished, it can be recognized that this is definitely not the dipping pen I bought for free on Taobao for 20 yuan. It is a defective product of modern industry, but it does not reach such a primitive and rough level.

The numb hand can feel tiny burrs on the pen holder, and using this pen to write can compete with the operation of a certain dark magic professor in Harry Potter.

Of course, the strangeness of this pen is not even one ten thousandth of its own peculiar behavior - its hazy eyes scanned the beginning of the letter, 'Wow, an English letter to grandpa?'? At least it looks like English. The act of writing an English letter to a grandfather who has never learned English in his entire life in the countryside is so confusing that it almost makes people suspect that he is not doing a clich é d English test paper before.

Kraft naturally reached into his pocket, but there was nothing inside. He felt that there should be a hard object to carry around here, and this sense of emptiness was uncomfortable. So he rubbed his eyes and instinctively looked around, trying to find what he was looking for.

On the wooden tabletop, which is even rougher than the pen holder, there is only one candle with a small section left except for paper and pen. The dim light comes from this, not the familiar small desk lamp. This is even more confusing. I should be in the dormitory, not in this horror movie style scene, but there is another thought hovering in my mind, insisting that everything is normal.

He stood up smoothly, without even the low blood pressure of sitting up for a long time, and without numb legs. The body naturally leaned forward, the familiar yet unfamiliar breathing muscles were strong and powerful, and the airflow from the lungs blew out the candle. Stretching in the darkness, one can feel the smooth movement of the muscles in the limbs, which is a long time ago feeling of flexibility and health.

He touched his pocket and walked towards the bedside in his subconscious. His habit of dark environments surprised him for a moment, and his precise positioning allowed him to sit on the edge of the bed without any bias. He lifted the blanket and prepared to take a formal nap.

In the dark and warm environment, thoughts that were previously suppressed by headaches began to rise. He thought of his grandfather whom he hadn't seen in a long time, it seemed like it had been half a year and less than two months.