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"Mom, what did you buy that old thing for?" The woman who was about to go for a shift change stood in the courtyard to change her shoes, and couldn't help but ask Mrs. Ye, who was tidying up the refrigerator.

The polished copper kettle had been sitting on the kitchen counter for two days - Mrs. Ye had spent some effort cleaning the original rusty kettle.

"What else can I do with boiling water?" Mrs. Ye put the last handful of greens in a fresh-keeping bag and put it in the refrigerator.

"Who still boils water with this stuff now? Didn't you buy a new electric kettle? ”

"The one you bought before broke down after half a year, and I don't expect this new one to last long, or this kind of pot that is burned with fire is durable, and the water is delicious."

"Even so, I have to buy a new one, this thing is so old, I don't know how long it will be left."

"When I was a child, I had one at home, and I bought it back because I looked at it." Mrs. Ye waved her hand at her daughter. "You go to work quickly, a kettle will be chattering for a long time."

"Okay, as you please!" The woman, who was disgusted by her mother, shrunk her neck and went to work with her handbag.

When her daughter went to work, Mrs. Ye began to clean up the house slowly, she was almost seventy, and her movements were a little slow, and when she swept the floor and wiped the furniture, more than an hour had passed.

She smashed her shriveled mouth with thirst and went to the living room to find water, but the pot was empty.

"It's just right, it's also washed, so use the old pot." She went into the kitchen, took the copper kettle she bought from the antique shop, filled it with water, and set it on the stove to burn.

Then, she sat a short distance away peeling green beans and waiting for the water to boil.

After a few minutes, the water in the copper kettle boiled, and the hot air rushed out of the spout with a whining and screeching sound.

Mrs. Ye heard the sound and stopped peeling beans.

The whining sound was like an electric current that drilled into her ears and quickly traveled through her brain.

A black mist gradually rolled up in Mrs. Ye's originally cloudy old eyes, and the mist engulfed the little light left in her eyes.

She stood up, walked leisurely to the stove, and reached out to take the handle of the copper kettle.

The handle of the pot was not wrapped in any heat insulation, and Mrs. Ye prepared a wet towel to wrap the handle, but she completely forgot about the wet towel at this time, so she held it vividly.

The heated copper handle was no less damaging than the boiling water, and it burned her heart, roasting Mrs. Ye's palm to a hiss, but Mrs. Ye was indifferent to it.

She lifted the copper kettle above the height of her head and raised her face.

She felt so thirsty that she just wanted to drink all the water in the pot at once.

Her shriveled lips were wide open, and little by little, she tilted the hot spout towards her mouth......

…… There was a few knocks on the door, but there was no movement in the room.

"It looks like there's no one at home." The police knocked on the door to no avail, and a conclusion was made.

"Did you hear that?" Through the door, I faintly heard a whining sound.

"It's the sound of the kettle boiling water, and Mrs. Ye is in the house." Si Yufan, who came along, said, his eyes sank as if he had seen something through the door, "You get out of the way." ”

The two policemen and I were unaware of what was going on, but we obediently stepped aside.

Si Yufan turned around, raised his long right leg, and snorted and gave a beautiful roundabout kick to the closed door.

Boom-

The door was kicked open.

As soon as the door opened, we saw a little gray-haired old lady standing in the kitchen, holding a copper kettle for boiling water, her face turned up and her mouth open, as if she was going to drink directly from the spout.

Wow, that's boiling water, if you drink it, your intestines won't be scalded?