After getting off work in the evening, I walked home alone and received a call from my younger brother, telling me that there was a fire in my sister's house, and the fire spread from the second floor to the third and fourth floors, and the fire department dispatched two fire trucks to extinguish the fire.
What caused the fire? I asked my brother eagerly.
The younger brother said that when he passed, the fire had been extinguished, and he heard from the fire brigade that it might be caused by the aging of the electrical wiring in the stairwell, but fortunately only the debris in the stairwell was burned.
I breathed a long sigh of relief in my heart, afraid that it was my old mother who was cooking, or that she had forgotten to pick up the plug. I immediately called Miss Ran's father and asked him to go to my sister's house to check on the situation and see if there was anything I needed help with.
An hour later, Ran's father called me in my mother's room. He said that a surveillance camera was installed in the corridor of his sister's house, and the surveillance was in the corner of the wall on the other side of the fire, and it was not burned out. When he went, his sister was calling up the surveillance and saw her brother-in-law go upstairs and drop a cigarette butt in the stairwell on the second floor. The cause of the fire was not aging wires, but cigarette butts that ignited debris in the stairwell on the second floor.
I am also my sister and brother-in-law, speaking of which the husband and wife are incompatible, but the two of them are strikingly similar in terms of saving, and saving to the extreme is stingy, I often say that they are Balzac's miser Grande, and even the garbage is reluctant to throw away.
The clutter in the stairwell of their house includes broken tires from their car, walkers that their grandsons used to learn to walk when they were children (now two grandchildren, one is eight and one is ten), and there are mattresses, paper shells, and drink bottles that have collapsed. You said that if someone else's building was clean, even if you threw a cigarette butt, it wouldn't cause a fire.
and brother-in-law too, when he was young, he was very careful and very rigorous, and now that he has retired, how did he become a hateful old man who littered cigarette butts.
I asked my father, according to my sister's character, is she scolding her brother-in-law endlessly? Ran Dad said, isn't it? Fortunately, I went, and I said that you saw that they were always arguing some time ago, so you asked the master to calculate it for them, and said that they had a disaster this year. It seems that I will see you this time, and it will be prosperous and smooth sailing in the future.
Ran's father always turns faster in this regard, and he can only deal with people like his sister.
I hope that my sister and brother-in-law can get rid of the habit of being reluctant to throw away waste after this fire, and learn to break away from each other materially and ideologically, so that life will get better and better.
