In Zhang Zian's childhood memory, this street often had power outages. Because it was an old residential area, the load capacity of the power lines was too poor, and the power would trip during peak periods, especially in the summer.
In the summer, it was humid and sultry. Even if no one had much money at that time, they still had to turn on the air conditioner. Every day, they had to boil hot water for bathing, sometimes more than once a day. In addition, other household appliances would often go off at night when he was concentrating on watching cartoons. Whenever there was a power outage, the entire street would be shut down. It was hard to say when the electricity would come back, and it depended on whether the electrician on the street was available.
Every time there was a power outage, the children immersed in the world of cartoons would be disappointed. If the cartoons happened to be at the peak of the battle, it would be more frustrating than failing a test …
Later, with the development of the old city's transformation work, the power outages gradually decreased, and then almost no power outages. Children born in recent years did not even know what a power outage was.
If Xu Zhuang Zhuang had been born at that time, he would not have needed to do his homework without a power outage. He would have had to do his homework even if he had lit a candle.
Usually, a power outage was not a big deal. At least it would not be completely dark, but at this time, Zhang Zian had just closed all the windows and blinds, and even pulled the curtains. His eyes were not used to the sudden darkness.
Fortunately, the laptop automatically switched to built-in battery power, and the screen became a small light source. It was better than nothing.
Sihwa's scream came from the bathroom. "Who turned off the light?"
"Eeek?"
Pi found that the network was down, and the computer could not go online.
Although the laptop had a battery, the router did not. Even if the network cable was plugged directly into the computer's network port, it would be useless, because the switch set by the telecommunications company outside was most likely out of power.
Zhang Zian took the phone and shared the hotspot with the laptop, then asked Pi to save what needed to be saved, because the old laptop's battery would not last long.
He walked into the bathroom in the dark and saw that Sihwa's phone was also on.
Most of her body was out of the water, leaning on the edge of the bathtub against the wall. Her face and phone were pressed against the bathroom's very small window, and she was filming the situation outside.
"Why did you turn off the light? You even want to save on such a small electricity bill? "She turned her head and said angrily." I was about to broadcast the typhoon live to my fans! "
"Broadcast my ass, the power is out."
Zhang Zian explained briefly and closed the blinds in the bathroom. Now the whole bathroom was almost completely dark, only her phone screen was still on.
"Huh? When will the electricity come back? It must be because you live in such a shabby house! "she cried anxiously.
Zhang Zian suspected that this guy had already suffered from cellphone addiction like many people, and it was a serious dependence — it was okay to not eat for a day, but if he did not play with his cellphone for a day, his life would be gloomy …
"It's hard to say when they'll call, but it's unlikely that they'll call today. Maybe in two or three days." Due to the interference of the wind, rain, and thunder, it was difficult for the netizens in the live broadcast room to hear his voice clearly.
"Two or three days?" She scratched her hair in despair. "I'm going to die! Also, why did he close the window? I still have to broadcast the typhoon live! "
Zhang Zian found a candle in the bathroom cabinet, lit it with a lighter, and placed one on the edge of the bathtub. The dim yellow light illuminated the bathroom.
"The atmosphere is not bad. Let's broadcast a ghost story. Maybe it will be popular," he said.
Leaving the bathroom, he set up a candle on the desk to help Pi light up the room, and closed all the windows and blinds in the other bedrooms and storage rooms.
The raindrops hit the roof with a pitter-patter, and the sound traveled down from the ceiling. The drainage holes in the eaves were like a faucet that was pouring water out. He raised his phone and checked the ceiling on the second floor. There was no sign of water seepage. He hoped that the waterproof roof made by Welder Zhao could withstand the typhoon.
He went downstairs and saw that the staff had closed all the doors and windows, and had used tape and plastic bags to block all the gaps. With such a heavy rain, the city's drainage system might not be able to drain the water in time. They had to prevent the water from the street from flowing into the store.
The most troublesome thing about the power outage was the cooling system in the aquarium. He had a small generator that he used to help Little White, which could maintain the water circulation and supply system in the aquarium. Otherwise, all the marine creatures would have flipped over in no time. He also used a freezer to freeze a freezer full of ice just to prevent the power outage caused by the typhoon. They could still hold on for the time being.
Because everyone was on the first floor, he lit a few candles on the first floor, trying to make the first floor as bright as possible.
Little Celery couldn't help, and everyone was afraid that she would get hurt, so they didn't ask her to help. She just sat next to the cashier obediently. When she saw the light, she opened her schoolbag and took out her homework.
Unlike Xu Zhuangzhuang, she didn't plan to let the homework fly on its own. Instead, she planned to start doing her homework. After all, the teacher had given her too much homework. If she didn't hurry, she might not be able to finish it.
"Little Celery, don't write. It's too dark, and it hurts your eyes," Wang Qian kindly reminded her. "It's okay to not do your homework once or twice. It's not worth wearing glasses in the future."
"It's okay, it's not dark." Little Celery waved her hand and stubbornly insisted on doing her homework.
At that moment, the first floor suddenly became brighter. Although it wasn't as bright as usual, at least it wasn't too dark.
Zhang Zian walked over with the only emergency light in the store and put it on the cashier. "I'll leave this light with you. Do whatever you want."
"Wow! Thank you, Brother Store Manager! "Little Celery clapped her hands in surprise.
She spread out her homework, and with the help of the light, she began to write carefully, stroke by stroke.
Although the windows and doors were closed, it was impossible to completely isolate the house from the outside world. There was a strong wind outside and a small breeze inside the house. The shutter door and the blinds kept rattling in the wind. The whole house was like a rusty machine.
Sometimes the shutter seemed to be hit by something blown by the wind. It could be a tree branch, or something else. The loud noise shocked everyone in the room.
Through the glass door, they saw that the shutter had a few dents in it. If it wasn't for the shutter's protection, the glass door might have been smashed.
"Master, do you have mahjong here? I'm bored. Why don't we play a few rounds? "Li Kun suggested.
Wang Qian echoed, "That's a good idea. Don't they say that the sound of wind, rain, and mahjong are all pleasant to the ear? It fits the occasion! "
Zhang Zian glared at them and signaled Little Celery with his eyes, meaning that she was doing her homework here, and they were playing mahjong. Was that appropriate?
Little Celery generously expressed that it didn't matter.
The two of them pondered for a while. It seemed that they really shouldn't do such a thing at the expense of others. Should they go to the aquarium next door and play mahjong?
Zhang Zian glanced around the store and seemed to find that something was missing.
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