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However, the day before, it was said that there was a power outage for maintenance, so I quickly took the U disk and saved the manuscript.

Today, the unexpected happened.

After twelve o'clock, the editorial notice was put on the shelves.

Relax with a cup of tea and desk.

Stunned.

What about my computer?

My wife, who was already on the other side of the city, told me that she had picked up the wrong computer in the morning, and that she had left her own in the trunk of the car, and that she had mistakenly taken my computer away in the morning.

What a tragic word.

I found the old book from five years ago, and I don't know how long it hasn't been, and there is no electricity.

I found a café with my laptop on my back, connected it to the power supply, and turned it on. ……

The second tragic word.

The USB flash drive burned and all the information was gone.

Pack your things and rush home. The heart said that the call at three o'clock was notified when the maintenance was overhauled, so I could wait for a while.

As soon as I sat down, I haven't wiped a handful of sweat, and the property came to the group to notify that there was a problem with the maintenance, and the repair time was extended by another three to four hours.

Confused.

Gritted his teeth, dismantled the host and went out, but the poor car was driven away by his wife, riding a single machine and facing the scorching sun.

I found a friend, and his family was .......

No desktop, no desktop, no display, and nothing for my console.

Then get on the car and flip through your phone.

There were no friends at home within five kilometers.

Despair......

And at this time, Huya was furious.

Who is Huya?

The editor is big, and Huya, who is usually very gentle and kind, couldn't upload the manuscript when he heard it, and the very kind Huya Dada yelled at me, thinking that I had let the expectations of countless readers be ignored.

Sitting on the side of the road, started making a phone call, ten kilometers away, also ran.

At this time, a savior appeared.

The community housekeeper told me that there is a generator, and it is okay to use it temporarily.

Then in the community property, I dismantled the property's computer, connected my main computer, and set up a generator.

Holy shit, can you carry it like this, you have generators, why don't you have diesel.

I rummaged through the warehouse and found a few things to lose, but fortunately, I was given five minutes to get the manuscript into a new USB stick. Then he ran to a café, lit a cigarette, took a sip of tea, and started uploading.

Now, finally there's time to write a listing testimonial.

I read it once, and I felt that I was not as miserable as the willow wood, and my heart was much calmer.