In July, the magic capital ushered in a once-in-a-century scorching heat. After several cool summers, suddenly this year it has become so hot that the butterfly feels bad.

Tick-tock, lingering and obscene Huangmei day, that day is clear and clear, the sky is like washing, the early morning is still warm and mellow, in a blink of an eye, it is so hot that it seems to be burning, passers-by have to find a shelter to walk.

The open-air staff was also a little tired of the day, and it didn't take long to get to the shade for a while, catch your breath and then continue to work.

Before eight o'clock, the temperature of the day soared to 38 degrees. The huge and eye-catching thermometer on the pedestrian street of Nanjing Road, yes, the red temperature line has risen to 38.4 degrees.

Pedestrians on the pedestrian street are in a hurry, either burrowing into the air-conditioned mall or directly into the subway, and no one wants to stay on the scorching ground for an extra minute.

Last night was still a wet city, after a morning of rapid baking, almost all became crisp noodles, to five o'clock in the afternoon, Jiaoyang is still warm, there is no meaning of setting at all, the sky is brilliant and enchanting.

After a day of scorching steel and concrete city, a steaming heat wave began to surge under the stratum. Let the office workers who rushed home from work be caught off guard by the heat without psychological preparation.

I still wear a coat when I go out in the morning, and I basically take off everything I can take off when I get off work. Carrying clothes in his hands, he was still wiping sweat on his head.

Everyone is in order to be cool, into the subway to ride, but do not want the narrow carriage to become a stuffy canned food all of a sudden, people close to people, meat squeezed meat, out of the subway only to find that the whole body has already been drenched in sweat, I don't know what the strange smell is.

Those men and women in serious professional attire have long been distorted by the heat. When I finally returned home, I found that the air conditioner had not been washed, and there was still a futon from last night on the bed.

Butterflies weren't idle at all this day. When I came back from buying vegetables in the morning, it was already so hot that I couldn't stand it, and the kite next to me saw that the children were eating cold drinks, and they were clamoring to eat cold drinks, but the butterflies didn't let me, saying that they didn't eat breakfast, what cold drinks to eat?

He pouted all the way, looking unhappy, like a little pug, and followed pitifully after him.

Butterfly didn't pay attention to him, she herself was already getting hot, so she hurriedly took him, bought breakfast and vegetables, and rushed home. After breakfast, the butterfly couldn't hold back anymore and began to do the summer chores.

She stipulated that she was only allowed to sit at the small round table at the door of the dining room to draw and study her homework, and she was not allowed to run around in the room, let alone mess with herself. If he doesn't obey, he won't be able to watch cartoons this summer.

Cartoons are the lifeblood of the kite, and he likes the animation of the two bears the most. As soon as he heard this, he immediately learned to behave. Honestly sitting at the kitchen door, doing homework, while holding butterflies in his eyes. Mom had changed into a light and breathable undershirt, with wide-legged loose culottes underneath, and she didn't even wear slippers barefoot.

I feel like my mother is busy going in and out like an ant, constantly moving things out of the bedroom, moving them to the balcony, stretching them out, drying them out in the same way, and in an instant, it is full.

The butterfly first dismantled and washed off all the fluffy quilts and pillows that she slept on last night, and moved the cushions on the bed out to dry, and hurriedly found out the mattress that had been left all winter.

I filled a basin of cold water in the bathroom, poured a lot of disinfectant, moved into the hall, and knelt on the mat on the floor of the living room, wiping and scrubbing at the same time. Wipe one side, change the other side, the whole room is almost full of the smell of disinfectant, and the kite can't help pinching his nose, the smell is really choking.

After wiping the mat, the butterfly realized that there was no extra bamboo pole to dry outside, so she moved the mat aside, washed her face and hands by herself, and then ran to the kitchen to boil water and make tea with sweat.

A while ago, Gao Ruohan sent a lot of tea, saying that it was this year's new tea, so that the butterflies could taste it.

It was cold, it was raining all day, and the butterflies didn't want to drink it, so they kept it in the refrigerator. Today, under the scorching heat and frustration, I suddenly felt that I needed a pot of green tea to quench my thirst and cool off.

The water soon boiled, and the butterfly took out the delicate little tea jar from the refrigerator, unsealed it, and poured some tea leaves into the purple clay pot.

I don't know where Gao Ruohan got it, sure enough, the good tea is the kind of toothy leaves, and it is filled with a faint fragrance as soon as it is opened.

Not only is the tea good, but even the jars are exquisite, the kind of wood-carved jars, with dark patterns on them, look closely at the mountains and rivers, and there is actually a poem engraved with it, which is Li Bai's gift to Wang Lun: The Peach Blossom Pond is thousands of feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love.

Butterflies are funny.