那天中午,打开煤气灶准备做饭,只见淡黄色的火苗一闪,便熄了。晃了晃气坛,再打,仍然没有火起。望着淘洗好的菜,和窗外淅淅沥沥的连绵冬雨,我只好来到楼梯口,看那些花花绿绿的广告,回来,用电话拨打了一个小灵通的号码,让对方来换气。电话一接通,声音竟有些熟悉,想了半天,不知是谁。一会儿,听到一阵摩托车的声响,随着咚咚的上楼声,门很快被敲响,我开门一看,原来是 At noon that day, open the gas stove ready to cook, saw a light yellow flames, they extinguished. Akira shook the air altar, call again, still no fire. Looking at the dish washing good, and the windows of the rainy winter rain, I had to come to the stairs, watching those colorful ads, come back, dial a phone PHS numbers, let the other to ventilation. Once the phone is connected, the voice is actually somewhat familiar, like a long time, I do not know who. While listening to the sound of a motorcycle, with the pounding sound of the floor, the door was quickly sounded, I opened the door to see the original is