"Are you sure the light bulb is burned out?" I asked when I put the light bulb on with some difficulty on the plastic chair but it didn't light up.
My sister raised her head with a small flashlight and said, "How do I know? I'm not studying electrical engineering!"
I climbed down and said, "Maybe the fuse is burnt! Where is the power box on the second floor?"
"Outside! Brother, can you do it? Why don't I ask the boy who studies electrical engineering to come over and help us fix it tomorrow?"
Doesn't this hit me?
Even if I can't do it, I can only pretend to be fat and bite the bullet. Haven't you ever eaten pork and haven't seen a pig running?
"Isn't it just a matter of changing the fuse, small case!" I said easily, moved a chair and walked towards the power box on the corner of the corridor.
I opened the power box and found that the dust inside could be used as a protective cover. I fanned it gently with my hands and got choked.
I didn't notice the bottom for a while.
"Ah, my hair!" Shangguan Wan'er cried out aggrievedly and quickly took a few steps back.
"Wan'er, why are you here too?"
"I came over to take a look! It turns out I'm dirty again!" Shangguan Wan'er said, dumbfounded.
"It's okay. Let's wash it again when the lamp is repaired! I'll wash it with you!"
When my sister said this, a very sexy and sexy picture of two beauties taking a bath together suddenly appeared in my mind, but as soon as I got distracted...
A burst of electricity passed through my body, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably. I jumped up and fell backwards.
With a "pop", I fell down, and with the screams of two beauties, we fell to the ground together.
I felt a soft and warm feeling coming from my lower body. After being electrocuted, it seemed that the pores all over my body were opened, the hairs stood up, and the touch became more sensitive.
"It hurts me so much!" my sister said, sitting up and covering her head.
But I was a little dizzy. There was a soft and smooth feeling on my hand and there was a very sudden bump. This was... I subconsciously scratched it.
This is...vacuum installation!!
"Ah... you're still catching me!" Shangguan Wan'er screamed, and a huge force from nowhere pushed me out.
I fell to the other side without any control at all and fell on top of my sister. She just sat up and was pushed down by me again.
"Brother, you pressed me!" My sister pushed me away hard.
But Shangguan Wan'er had already run back to her room with a bang and locked the door with a bang.
My sister got up: "Wan'er...Brother, what did you catch her?"
My mind went blank. Based on my experience of living together with Xiyan for more than a year, my judgment is definitely not wrong, that is... you know. What surprised me was that Shangguan Wan'er finished washing
After taking a shower, I actually wore nothing underneath.
I touched my nose awkwardly, "Nothing!"
"It doesn't matter, why is she running so fast!" She sat up, bent her feet and rubbed her knees. "It hurts me so much when you press me!"
The flashlight that fell on the floor was spinning and finally stopped in this direction. When I turned my head, I saw the thin pink panties with hellokitty under the black skirt, and I almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.
My sister also suddenly realized that she was naked. She hurriedly clamped her legs and put them down, covered them with her skirt, blushed and said, "Don't look!"
I quickly closed my eyes and said, "Don't look! I didn't see anything!"
My sister shyly shouted: "You still say that! I already told you, if you don't know how to do it, then don't do it. If you get electrocuted...then how can I explain it to my uncle?"
I suddenly felt that this girl was really cute. I was still lying down, so I opened my eyes and said, "This is just an ordinary alternating current, it won't kill people that easily!" But when I turned my head, I was still pressed against the floor and could see the scenery under my skirt.
, pink...
"You're still watching!" My sister glared at me and came over to poke me.
I turned my head hastily, feeling a little dizzy. Although 2 volts of alternating current would not kill anyone, I had put my hand on it just now, and enough current had passed through it. Now I can still feel my body twitching faintly.
, seems a bit out of control.
I wanted to get up, but I found that my hands and feet couldn't use any strength. It was strange!
It’s not like I’ve never been shocked before, but I’ve never felt as weak and limp after being shocked as I am now.
My sister also noticed something strange about me and asked nervously: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"
I said with a wry smile: "It's nothing, it's just that my hands and feet are a little weak and I can't get up. Just let me lie down for a while. It'll be fine!"
"Are you really okay? How about I call an ambulance to take you to the hospital?" My sister said nervously and went to touch her cell phone, but she didn't seem to have it with her.
I held her hand and said, "Don't worry, it will be fine after a while!" I took a deep breath to adjust my breathing and said.
My hands and feet still feel numb and numb, and I can't get up even if I want to.
I was thinking wildly, and many pictures flashed through my mind, including black ones, pink ones, Teacher Cang's breasts, Ozawa's legs... In the end, I didn't know how to transfer it to the superpower, and I thought to myself: No.
I was struck by lightning, so I have superpowers!
I raised my hands and thought silently: Electric shock!
Okay, I admit that I am very naive. I have read too many urban supernatural novels on 17k recently, and I have been a bit poisoned.
"Let me help you sit up! The ground is cold!" my sister said, pushing me to sit up reluctantly. She sat back to back with me, supporting me to prevent me from lying down again.
The two of us sat back to back at the end of the corridor, a bit silent.
"Brother!" she shouted suddenly, breaking the silence.
"Huh?" I responded to her with a nasal voice.
"Do you really not hate my mother and me?" she asked a little melancholy, "It's been seven years since you left!"
Hate?
I asked myself in my mind.
Perhaps I have long been accustomed to living alone and working hard alone, and even if I want to hate myself, I can’t even muster the energy to hate myself.
If my life never intersects with that person again, I'm afraid I won't even be able to remember what hatred is. Besides, what do they want, mother and daughter? When they followed my dad, my dad was at the lowest point in his life.
At that time, not only was he penniless, but he was also in debt.
"Then do you hate uncle?" she asked weakly.
Only now do I know that this period of history that I once deliberately wanted to forget has never been forgotten by me. Whenever I mention him, I can’t get rid of my hatred!
"He gave up treatment!" I said hoarsely, clenching my fists tightly, "He is the murderer who killed my mother!"
