The long summer is coming, the men and women in the reinforced concrete city have taken off their spring shirts and changed into cool shorts and shorts, the fashionable girls are walking on the streets in cool clothes, the white thighs attract a burst of turning heads, the fountains in the park are spraying, the pigeons are hiding under the branches and leaves to hide from the hot sun, and the white dogs are lying next to the roots, panting vigorously to try to dissipate the scorching heat. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the high-rise buildings, countless glasses reflect the light like mirrors, causing light pollution, and the viaduct is only a constant stream of vehicles, and even wandering beggars hide in the shade of the corners of the skywalk.

"It's so hot!"

Huang Yinyu kept wiping his sweat, and the sweat was like a broken faucet of a water valve, constantly seeping out of his skin, and soon his white vest was wet.

"Is it really okay for us to come out and do things on such a hot day?" Uncle Pan protested, originally he was wearing a blue coat, but now he had to take it off and put it on his hand.

"There is no way to do social practice, we are not the time to discuss these nonsense without nutrition, but under this scorching sun, how to complete the social practice work and smoothly stamp it, and then go back to the campus to eat a bite of mechelin smoothie." Han Yuhan said weakly.

Yesterday, the social practice teacher suddenly gave them an assignment like a nervous moment, found a construction unit or company, practiced social practice for a day, and finally came back with a seal.

This is an understandable thing, and what the teacher asks for must be completed.

But hell, it's so hot today? As if the sun was not covered by clouds, the scorching heat radiated directly into the earth.

"Su Can, doesn't your family run a company? Why don't we just use your seal. Huang Yinyu heard Su Can say that he had a catering company at home, but he didn't know very well.

Su Can wore a white short-sleeved shirt with a black belt tied around his waist, a pair of Nike sneakers under his denim shorts, and his originally soft and fluffy forehead hair was also wet with sweat at this time, clinging tightly to his skin, as if he had been soaked in well water and then fished out.

"Are you kidding me?" Su Can turned his head sideways and held his forehead with his hand.

Han Yuhan looked at Huang Yinyu with a kind of mentally retarded look like you, how did he get admitted to Zhongnan, and said slightly weakly, "We are the social practice of architecture, not the social practice of the catering industry." ”

"That's right!" Huang Yinyu suddenly realized, and immediately shrugged his head, "Then what should we do?" ”

"Cold salad!" Su Can was powerless to complain.

The ice cream truck under the camphor tree is hidden in the old alley, moss is everywhere, the old lady sits on a small stool, fanning the wind with a yellowed fan, the cool breeze has not yet blown over and is blown away by the hot wind rolling from the street, her lips are dry, looking up to the sky, the trees in the dome are vertical and horizontal, revealing a fine light, the summer cicada lies on the trunk, "know" and "know" endlessly, adding a touch of noisy annoyance to the long and boundless summer.

I really couldn't stand the scorching heat, Su Can took his roommate to buy four ice creams in the ice cream truck in this alley, and the ice cream cream on the cone rolled a few rolls, which were eaten in his mouth, and soon melted in his tongue, and when swallowed, his internal organs were cold and thorough, and a cold air came out from head to toe.

"If only there was a cold beer or a coke." Uncle Pan licked the ice cream and was not satisfied.

"That's a good idea!" Huang Yinyu nodded.

What social practice, what tasks assigned by the teacher, were all left behind by him under the scorching heat, not to mention him, it is estimated that more than half of the students in the class think like this.

"Don't do it, let's go!" Huang Yinyu ate the ice cream cone in a few bites.

"Where are you going?" Su Can asked.

"Find a place to eat to relieve the heat, and then take a nap in the afternoon, what kind of social practice homework, who do you like to sleep and do, anyway, I want to find a store that carves a seal, just carve a seal and then cover it."

"What a good idea!" Han Yuhan's eyes lit up, and Uncle Pan also nodded like onions.

"We unanimously passed, the minority obeys the majority, Su Can, you know."

Su Can shook his head and compromised with the animals.

Central South University, Street Dance Club.

In the club hall, the ceiling fan overhead rotated slightly, stirring the almost frozen heat, and the bellows made a popping sound, like an old machine, too heavily loaded.

The PL lamp is turned on, the light is gradually adjusted to the stage, the tweeter clicks on, scattering the faint light particles and rolling onto the girls' bodies, the beating and soft body dances with the music, the limbs swing rhythmically, the brilliant dance swaying in the light, the breath of youth is unbridled catharsis, and the passion and fiery are jumping with this hot season.

The girl's silhouette-like figure danced with the illumination of the light, her white fingers were slender, her fluttering hair was twisted and scattered, her jeans were full of energy, her long straight legs danced to the beat of the music, the girls around her were full of fanaticism, and the girl's side face was perfect, and her thin lips were curled in the light and dark shadow.

The lightning-like light opened, crossed everyone's minds, and was annihilated in the moment before they had time to reminisce.

And the end of this scene is when the girl steps back, the brim of the white cap is caught by the white nails, and it is thrown upwards and slowly falls, fiery and passionate, like a flame burning.

The girls on the stage moved in various graceful dance postures, as if they were frozen by medieval wizards, and the voices of the people who were still noisy under the stage suddenly fell silent, as if the sound source was extinguished by an invisible hand.

The lights slowly turned on, one, two, until all the lights were on, and then the girls' faces were revealed.

“Freestyle！”

Zhan Qing'er stood up from the audience and applauded vigorously, "Keshu, you dance so well!" ”

Cheng Keshu dances this kind of dance step very peculiarly, it mixes various types of dance, can be performed as you like, there is no limitation of dance style, out of the norms of general dance, it can be said to be a kind of personalized street dance, in short, you don't even know what you are dancing.

However, this dance step is danced by young girls, which is really beautiful, and can perfectly show their soft waists, with a unique feminine beauty.

"If it weren't for the fact that your dance steps were a little immature, and I knew that you had never learned to dance, I would have thought you were a senior dancer, hallelujah! Praise be to Allah! Sook, you're such a genius! A dark-skinned girl with braided hair and hot gym pants said.

"Thank you for the compliment." Cheng Keshu walked down from the stage very elegantly, and the lights hit her face, which had a thrilling beauty.