Chapter 63 Section 1

When it comes to myself, I consider myself a liberal, though not a whore or an assassin.This genre is low-level, but it is not overnight to want to change.In the afternoon, the hot water boiler in our yard broke down. It used to flow out hot clear liquid, but now it flows out a kind of lukewarm yellow soup.Because of the dubious resemblance between this soup and what comes out of a clogged septic tank, the thirsty are afraid to try it.Under such circumstances, I ran to the noodle shop next door to fetch two jugs of boiling water, drinking one jug myself and giving the other jug ​​to the woman in white; this kind of self-reliance is like the liberal little whore I wrote about.But other people are not like me.Several old gentlemen often ran to the boiler, turned on the faucet, looked at the yellow soup flowing out, licked their chapped lips, and said: Why didn't the logistics come to fix it!I walked away in pain; I never thought that there was a noodle shop next door.This cute attitude of resignation is a bit similar to that of an academic old whore.But I don't dare to take pleasure in other people's misfortune, I'm afraid it will lead to a fatal disaster...

For this hot water boiler, further description is needed: it is a square box made of stainless steel, connected to 380-degree three-phase electricity.I think as long as it is something that uses electricity, it has a fate with me.I cut the power off and walked around it a few times.Finally came to a conclusion: as long as I can find a pipe wrench and remove the pipe, I can fix it;The next question is: where to find a pipe wrench.For such a large unit, there must be repairmen and workshops. It would be nice to find them there.I'm not like Xue Song, who doesn't fix things when they break.But I am not very familiar with this yard, so I went around in circles to find out where I could borrow tools.Turned around, and finally turned to the room of the woman in white.When she heard my plan, she immediately crossed her neck and drove me back to her room; she also said: It doesn't matter if you make a fool of yourself, others will laugh at me.I promise not to make a fool of myself, but beg her to tell me where I can borrow a pipe wrench.She said she didn't know.It doesn't look like a lie either.Then, in my room, bending over the open pages, I thought to myself: It's unfortunate that even she doesn't understand me.It seems that she is also an academic...

I can't forget that the broken boiler is causing a thirst that's on my lips and that can't be quenched by drinking water.The desire to act was like an itch, deep inside of me.But whenever I look into the courtyard (the direction of the boiler over there), I can see a white figure swaying there.Apparently, the woman in white already knows I can't help but make a move and is patrolling over there—she knows me better than I do myself.After a while, I started to have nosebleeds, so I had to cover my nose with a handkerchief and run out, and bought a roll of toilet paper at the small shop by the door.After a while, there was not much paper left.I had no choice but to pinch my nose and look for the woman in white.She was shocked when she saw me and said: What's wrong?Another nosebleed?I was also taken aback: It turns out that I often have nosebleeds, which is not good news... She rummaged in the drawer for a while and said: Oh no, the medicines are all kept at home.This is what I expected, and I said in a low voice: I can go home alone, but I have to push the car back, or I won’t be able to ride in the morning.She was a little taken aback: What do you mean?Now it's my turn to show liberal prudence: I mean, I push my cart and walk back, but I'll have to pinch my nose on the way... But once I'm out the door, I know it's not prudent Mi: This appearance is so weird that everyone on the road comes to see me.In addition, she kicked my ass with a flying kick, because the nose was in her hand, and I had no power to fight back, which was a dangerous situation.She shouted in a low voice: Don't hide!If you are not allowed to repair the boiler, you will have a nosebleed. Are you trying to scare me? ... These words are too unreasonable, and nosebleeds don't just flow out if you want to.What's more, the relationship between nosebleeds and boiler repair has not yet been clarified, so how could you kick me without even understanding the matter!Because there was a bit of crying in her voice, it was inconvenient for me to argue with her.Back home, lying on the bed, took a little Baiyao, and the nosebleed stopped.She should go back to work too.But she also threw down a cruel sentence: I will bite you when you are well...