Strange Power

There is less than one-third of the incense stick left in the incense burner, and light smoke curls up. The two incense sticks on the right burned very slowly for some unknown reason, and were five or six centimeters higher than the one on the left. The white ashes on the red sparks piled higher and higher, stretching and tilting to both sides, but they would not fall down. People in the living room didn't pay attention at first, but after Fourth Sister reminded them, everyone said "Hey" and couldn't help but feel strange. Just as he was so surprised, the pillars of incense on the left, which were burning unevenly just now, were suddenly arranged neatly. "Look, look." Seeing this scene, the old lady became even more enthusiastic: "Do these two separated incense sticks look like human fingers? Are they waiting for the second child?" "Isn't it?" "Abba is here and he's going to be angry again!" The youngest daughter screamed and joked mischievously: "They are always dragging their feet, and they are the last ones to arrive." "Ah Wutou, you always pretend to be a fool and make noise." "Okay, you don't believe it, but later on," the old lady, who seemed to have received the oracle's message, seemed confident, "when the second child comes, all the incense will be burned." "It's not that mysterious, is it?" "Yeah, there's still a big difference." While everyone was speculating and discussing with curiosity, the two incense sticks on the right suddenly and inexplicably shortened the distance. Just when they were about to be level with the other incense stick on the left, there was the sound of parking downstairs, and soon there were hurried footsteps in the corridor. Then the door was pushed open, and the second son came in with large and small bags, apologizing one after another: "Sorry, I was late, there was a traffic jam on the road." Now everyone in the room was stunned!