躺到中午准备学习一下，师兄叫我准备出去走走。天气比较好，欣然前往。路上风景都还挺好的，就是太冷了。

最后走到 Downtown，我们还去喝了茉莉奶白，师兄请的客，然后去吃了黄焖鸡，点了太多吃的了，直接吃撑了。

然后走到芝强师兄家，他给我们拿了饺子。走回来的路上感觉肚子不大舒服，还去师兄家上了个厕所。

回来就一直躺着了。

I sent a message to Dr. Zhao and invited him to go hiking and enjoy the beautiful fall. I took a shower after quickly eating lunch.

Dr. Zhao walked so fast that I had to walk very hard so that I could follow him. We walked more than 10 kilometers.

After a while, I was getting thirsty due to forgetting to bring water. Fortunately, I picked some wild apples on the side of the road. We walked for about 2 hours.

Finally, I treated him to a cold beverage. So cool and so comfortable!

After going home, I made two bags of Chinese instant noodles and added many extra vegetables. It’s the taste of home.

Then, I set out on foot to forage for mushrooms in the mountains. At first, I found an entrance to a wooded area, but after just a few steps, I was chased back by a pack of dogs.

Undeterred, I continued searching and followed the navigation until I finally reached a pine forest, where I managed to pick a few small red mushrooms. Unfortunately, I realized I was too late—most had already been picked by others, leaving only poisonous ones or those I wasn’t sure about.

As I walked further, I stumbled upon a row of luxury villas, so extravagant that it felt like I’d stepped into a foreign country. It dawned on me that this mountain was essentially their private backyard. Filled with resentment toward the wealthy, I angrily threw the few small mushrooms I’d gathered, along with the plastic bag, onto the ground.

I kept walking for what felt like ages, only to find that every path seemed blocked by impassable gates. Eventually, I hailed a cab to the Golden Temple, but couldn’t get in from the back entrance. After wandering around for a while longer, I decided to head to the Golden Temple for a stroll.

The history of the Golden Temple is deeply intertwined with Wu Sangui, which only deepened my reflection on how entrenched class divisions have always been.

By evening, the sky suddenly darkened as if rain was imminent. I started making my way back to meet Fangfang and Dahuang for dinner. Just as I met up with Fangfang, it began to drizzle, so we hastily ducked into a roadside restaurant serving pickled mustard green and pork trotter hotpot. The food wasn’t great, but I ate a lot because I was starving. We ordered a small pot priced at 48 yuan but ended up paying 89 yuan—what a rip-off.