This year's summer has been extraordinarily long.

The temperature climbed to 40°C again, and the trees were so hot that they were squeaking and squeaking to add a touch of irritability to this sultry afternoon.

"Affected by the Pacific subtropical high pressure, the city continues to have high temperatures, and it is expected that the hot weather will continue in the coming week, please reduce outdoor activities to avoid heat stroke."

"According to reports, there have been rare and persistent high temperatures in many parts of the world this summer, and even caused disasters. Athens, Greece, was hit by 40°C, and North Africa is approaching 60°C. The death toll in India due to heat is close to 1,000, and the number of people suffering from heat stroke has exceeded 10,000. ”

A small grocery store at the head of the village, its doors ajar. There was a small dilapidated TV set in the shop, and the sound was a little lazy under the distortion of the scorching air. The shopkeeper was half-lying behind the container, shaking a puff fan in his hand, as if he was asleep. Next to him, a seven or eight-year-old boy was wearing a pair of small underwear all over his body, and he was writing his homework with a fan blowing.

The acquaintances outside the door suddenly collectively stopped. The leaves that had been motionless began to sway. A dark cloud drifted in from the distant eastern sky and quickly covered the entire sky. The breeze turned into a violent wind, whistling dust from the village road outside the house. The sky quickly darkened, and the dark clouds in the sky rolled in the strong wind, like the waves in the night, revealing an oppressive uneasiness.

The little boy threw down his pencil and ran outside the door to carry the dried bamboo shoots. The bamboo shoots were spread in a small bamboo plaque, and the little guy was hairy and couldn't pick up the bamboo plaque, but accidentally overturned it. In the wind, the bamboo shoots began to roll, and the little boy hurriedly picked them up again. Some have been blown away by the wind and blown to the side of the village road. The little boy looked up and saw a dog standing on the side of the village road, at some point.

A black dog, staring at him tightly. Its pupils were also black, without a trace of luster, like a deep ancient well, just like that, staring at him deadly.

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