In July, the sky was clear and the sun hung like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to have been burned by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

The sun is poisonous, and the sun makes people's sweat beads roll down. It scorched the earth at the highest temperature, and it was so hot that it was so hot that it was smoking, and it was like it was on fire, and it was about to melt away like chocolate.

There were very few people on the highway, only cars running back and forth. There is not a trace of clouds in the blue sky, and some gray gas that looks like clouds and non-clouds, like fog and not fog, floats low in the air, making people feel uncomfortable holding their breath. The flowers and trees outside were so hot that they couldn't lift their spirits, and their heads drooped.

By noon, it was even hotter, and people hid in their homes and didn't come out, turning on electric fans and blowing air conditioners. The dogs are hiding in the shade of trees to escape the heat, using their own "exclusive trick" - sticking out their tongues, and they are panting like asthmatics.

The tap water in the house is steaming hot and hot......

Then, for no apparent reason, a typhoon hung up, and the blowing trees kept shaking, as if they would break at any moment.

After a shower.

Ye Wushuang, the world's most handsome man, was burned to death by this damn weather!

(No kidding, end of book)!

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