This morning, a super tall truck passed by our door and hung up the telephone line, I called to report for repair, and people said that it would definitely be repaired today, but I read the "Rong Zhai Essay" at home for an afternoon, and when it came to five o'clock, they called again and said that they got off work today, and they would come to the door tomorrow. Although my heart beeps and beeps over five hundred blocked words, I still have to accept this fact, and now it's in the Internet café, and I'm really embarrassed to wait for the update.