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I looked up and saw smoke coming out not far away.

On a rainy day, the road taken by the Yellow Sea happened to pass by the road where we shopped. Not far ahead, smoke rose in the direction of our shop.

Although we are in the north and the winter is very cold, central heating is basically popular. Even if they don't have heating, they rarely burn coal, but instead use air conditioning or electric heating. Of course, such a large amount of smoke did not come from a raw stove.

Across the alley, I can't be sure if it's my shop that's smoking, and judging by the direction, even if it's not, it's very close, probably the shop next door.

There was no need to rush the Yellow Sea, he stepped on the accelerator like crazy, and the black Mercedes SUV roared through a narrow alley, making a drift at the intersection of our street, and making a splash. Before the car stopped, Huang Hai jumped down.

"It's over, it's really our shop." Looking at the smoke rising from the shop, Huang Hai howled like a dead father.

Fire and smoke rushed up from the roof of the shop, and it looked like a large hole had been burned in the roof. The irritating smoke, mixed with red and blue flames, rose nearly ten meters high despite the downpour.

The sand table model of the Lop Bo Yadan landform group I made is made of rubber and plastic products, which are flammable, and the smoke from burning is toxic and the smell is pungent and unpleasant.

Although my shop is facing the street, because the location is not in the downtown area, the adjacent shops are all workshop-style small processing factories. In the front store and back factory, the things that come out are mainly wholesale. And the shops are not close to each other, there are yards or walls separating them, so although there are a lot of people watching outside, there is no real tension. When I saw it, I joked: "It's thanks to you that you went out, otherwise the thunder wouldn't have killed and the fire would have burned to death." ”

I'm still feeling sorry for my heart. I have been working on that sand table model for several years, and the money spent on it is no less than the Mercedes-Benz SUV sponsored by Huang Haila. But after hearing this, I did understand the cause of the fire, and let the thunder strike.

I'm so depressed. What is this called, it can't become a headline in the circle when you say it. Zhang's strong shop let the thunder split, thanks to his fast running, otherwise he would be the one who was split. When this matter is spread, others have designated me to say so, and in the future, other people's New Year's gifts may give me a lightning rod.

The owner of a cake workshop across the street is also braving the rain to watch the excitement. This guy owes a mouth, and he is compared to a fat man. See me Naoraku. "Good guy, that scene is spectacular, I thought Boss Zhang was in a catastrophe."

When I heard this, I almost didn't spurt blood. You've read too much fantasy texts.

As soon as this guy said it, the people who surrounded my shop to watch the excitement came over, comforting and ridiculing me.

Anyway, I can understand it, just now the sky changed, and my shop is like a thief. Several bolts of lightning struck my shop, not only cutting a big hole in the roof. It instantly ignited the things in the house. At present, the fire has made the rain much smaller, and it is said that at the beginning, the flames rushed up more than ten or twenty meters, and the sky was red.

Although I feel sorry for my sand table model and those goods, I also know that life is more important than things, you can earn money when you don't have it, and everything is when you don't have life.

But Huang Hai obviously didn't think so. He was just stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted: "My goods." He rushed towards the shop.

Thanks to his lame leg, I caught up with him two or three meters outside the shop and strangled his neck to get him back. At that distance, the smoke from the room was already very irritating. I felt deep nausea and dizziness. Not to mention rushing into the house, even if you stay at that distance for a little longer, you may be smoked to death.

"You're dead!" I coughed, gasped and cursed.

Huang Hai made me roll my eyes, I don't blame me, I don't work hard, it's only strange if he doesn't kill me.

Huang Hai lay on his stomach in the cold rain that was deep and instepped, one hand patting the ground desperately, and the splashed rain sprinkled on his face and body. His eyes were red, and he shouted at the top of his throat: "Brother Qiang, our goods are inside, let me go in and get them out, otherwise we will be all finished, and our belongings will be inside." ”

I stood between him and the shop, looking at Huang Hai's expression, I was a little inexplicably moved. I don't want to see him, I think he is a fat man's dog, but he has his own real feelings, for the fat man, for me, for everyone he comes into contact with. At present, his trust and trust in the fat man is completely beyond my imagination, and he completely sees this shop as a part of himself, not part of himself.

I walked over and crouched down in front of him. I couldn't tell if the water on his face was rain or tears, but I wiped it with my hand. "If the goods are gone, no one can die, and after this incident, I will come forward and find someone to come back with a batch of goods. It's a big deal to have a few more days of tight life. You're not afraid of hardship. ”

Huang Hai shook his head, put a hand on my shoulder, lowered his head and said, "I'm afraid of sending people under the fence." ”

I put a hand on his shoulder. "Here, you don't send people under the fence, you are the third treasurer."

Huang Hai raised his head, his eyes full of water shining, and his big back let the rain wash against his face. He pursed his lips and nodded desperately. "Hmm. Two shopkeepers. ”

Depend on. I was so angry that I almost slapped him. At this time, don't forget to maintain the fat man.

I don't know if I should thank God or the opposite, the rain kept falling until the fire was extinguished. As my neighbors had estimated, the fire didn't spread, didn't even leave my yard, and the only thing affected was the one I was staying in. My bedroom was separated from the shop by a wall, and although the fire did not burn, a lot of smoke poured in, and even if I opened the door and let the smoke go, I couldn't get rid of the pungent and unpleasant smell.

However, the shop was very clean, and a few pieces of porcelain that Huang Hai regarded as his life became tiles. My hard work was even more crisp, all reduced to ashes.

I made do with the night in the Yellow Sea House. The next day, there were people on the street.

My shop used to be a small street factory, producing umbrellas, a big collective. What is a large collective? I won't explain it here, Baidu should know. Robin Li knows more than I do.

The early umbrellas are probably not seen by young people now, with plastic umbrella surfaces and wooden handles, which cannot be folded. This outdated product was naturally eliminated in the first round of reform, and this small factory was eliminated.

I rented this vacant yard and such a big thing happened last night that the owner of the house naturally came early in the morning to inspect his property.

The deputy director of the street, a middle-aged man surnamed Qiao, walked around the yard a few times, and said to me for a long time: "I have investigated, this is a force majeure, you are insured." ”

As soon as I heard it, I knew it was no fun. He put the responsibility on God in a word, if I grind with him, he promised to let me cross, and God and God will compensate me.

I know that this product is a fan of the passage of literature. (To be continued......)