Walking in the drizzle by the heat,

Cinnamon sour plum and slow cooked.

Fireflies blow away for three days of rot,

The fragrance burns a stick.

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Quite satisfied, he left the residence of the old man who sold cakes, and Kyushu did not want to disturb the warmth of the rare reunion of the old man's family.

The rain is still dripping and dripping, and the great heat obviously does not have the intention of using the immortal power to stop the rain, after all, the rain is not heavy, and it is even more humid and hot under the effect of the great heat immortal power, and I don't feel any cold when it falls on the body.

Moreover, if the rain stops, I am afraid that the heat will become scorching, although the rain will not dissolve the heat.

"Osmanthus sour plum soup! Three dollars a cup, delicious and relieves the heat! ”

Pacing in the drizzle, the humid air is the most fragrant, and before you know it, Kyushu is guided to the streets by the aroma of osmanthus sour plum soup.

The smell is even farther than the shouting!

Sure enough, there were a lot of people in front of the store who smelled the aroma like Kyushu.

There is a large pot in front of the shop, and the owner is stirring the brown-red sour plum soup in the pot with a long spoon with a handle of more than half a meter.

The soup base is composed of two thick layers of black plums, and the golden osmanthus flowers are floating on the soup and rolling in the soup. The mouthwatering sour smell of black plum and the intoxicating aroma of osmanthus fill the streets.

When Kyushu queued up to buy the sour plum soup, it was still evening, and I came to the forest with the sour plum soup, found a place to sit down on the rocks, and tasted the sweet and sour plum soup in my mouth with the sunset.

After taking a sip, the aroma of osmanthus smeared in the mouth and surged into the nostrils.

In another bite, the sourness of the black plum fills the taste buds and is mouth-watering.

A cup of sour plum soup is in the stomach, the mouth is sweet, and even the mouth spits out the aroma when he speaks, which can't help but make people unsatisfied.

Maybe it's the sunset, and it should be the sour plum soup that works, don't look at the sour plum soup is steaming, but after drinking, it is refreshing, cool and comfortable!

As night fell, the stars in the sky lit up dots with lights, and the stars in the night sky and the lights of the world were connected into a string, as if to bring people's prayers to the ears of the gods, and then sprinkle the blessings from the nine heavens to the world.

One firefly came out of the surrounding grass, blinking and dancing, like stars falling from the sky, lingering among the rotten grass and jumping in the forest.

Meng Jiuzhou lives in a city in the hot and yellow land, except for books, Kyushu only saw fireflies once when he traveled to the beach with his mother.

But that time alone was enough for Kyushu to remember the appearance of the fireflies.

Fireflies are not common, let alone the fireflies flying all over the sky. I think it must be some nearby grass pile with the eggs of fireflies, and now they hatched together and turned into starry stars.

Kyushu finally decided that it was really possible to catch fireflies and light up the night reading as written in the book - you see that forest, illuminated by fireflies, brighter than the street lamps on the street!

Kyushu chases fireflies, runs, runs......

Ran from the hill to the bottom, from the hill to the river.

Run, run......

Before I knew it, Kyushu ran out of the village, and a few fireflies that Kyushu had been chasing mixed into another group of fireflies.

Oh no! So where are the fireflies? It's what kind of incense people are lit!

Kyushu got closer to see that it was not incense, but moxibustion.

The old Chinese medicine doctor in the village is doing three-dog moxibustion for the villagers, lighting the moxibustion pillar placed on the acupuncture points on the body, a wisp of light smoke ignites, and when it just leaves the moxibustion pillar, it is vertically upward, and then it is swayed from side to side by the wind several times, floating into the air, and spreading.

Those fireflies should have also felt the comfort brought by this moxibustion, so they stopped around and stopped running.

Kyushu didn't want to catch the fireflies and imprison their freedom, but when he saw that the fireflies were no longer moving, he watched them carefully.