Lizhi took her cell phone to the corner to charge it. There was no place to put it in the corner, so she moved a bright red plastic stool to the living room. Her brother couldn't come back because of his school internship. She guessed that this stool should be used when her brother got married. Chinese people always prefer bright red, especially on festive days like weddings.
"You can bring your phone to the bedside to charge it. It's okay, I don't need it." Her sister-in-law told her while blow-drying her hair.
"Uh... No, I don't use my phone either." Lychee glanced at the time on the screen, it was 11:45, that's all. She felt that she would not receive birthday greetings on time this year. It was better not to wait. Don't let the first second of your birthday be filled with disappointment, bad luck, and bad luck.
She plugged the charging cable into her phone, turned on airplane mode, and went to sleep. Li Zhi has a habit, because one of her classmates told her before that the radiation from mobile phones is very powerful, especially when placed next to the bed. Excessive radiation can cause cancer. So Lychee remembered this sentence tightly, but young people always like to check their friends and Weibo before going to bed, and Lychee was no exception. Especially under the difficult conditions of the school dormitory where the power was cut off at 11 o'clock, Lychee, who slept on the upper bunk, could only endure the fate of leaving her mobile phone on the bedside, but she would obediently turn on airplane mode because it is said to reduce some radiation. Therefore, she was often scolded by her sister, who thought she had lost contact every time she couldn't find anyone. At such times, Lizhi always smiled silly at her, "Okay, okay, my good sister, I won't dare to do it next time..."