The weather on dog days, God really doesn't give you a trace of wind.

The wind kept fanning the fan, and there was a small electric fan blowing in front of him, but it was still hot.

There is no way, there are a lot of people in front of me, and people are very close to each other, and they dare not leave, for fear that their positions will be snatched away, and it will be useless to regret their bowels when the time comes.

"Today I finally understood that staying where to stay cool is really not a curse, it is definitely the most sincere care and the deepest love."

Feng Yin looked at the live broadcast room, took a long breath and asked, "How are you guys over there?" I'm already ripe here. ”

I don't know if it's too hard to pull the hatred, the live broadcast room has posted a unified temperature table, which is surprisingly consistent below 30 degrees.

"That's pretty much it, it's rude to be cool."

"Don't force me to have a cold war with you guys in such a hot day!"

Feng Yin stroked the broken hair on her forehead upward, and the feeling of sweat stains made her complain about herself: "Good bangs, stunned into a barcode." ”

The painting style in the live broadcast room was crooked by the wind all the way, obviously in the name of black fans, but no one quit, what if they were willing to speak freely here?

There are many migrant workers who have worked for a day, and finally found a live broadcast room that suits them, and the fatigue of the day has dissipated a lot in the words of the wind again and again.

Of course, there are also many black fans who are reluctant to abandon them, such as the station sister of the black fan group.

When the station sister identified the live broadcast location of Feng Yin through the live broadcast, she rushed to the scene as soon as possible, holding a professional long-barrel camera, and taking a picture of Feng Yin.

"Hahaha! Finally let me catch it, on such a hot day, all the makeup is tanned! Let you ——— beautiful! What's going on! ”

Sister Zhan looked at the photos in the camera, silently recited an unscientific sentence, and continued to shoot.

It must be the cosmetics of the wind chant that are good, and the waterproof effect is good.

In the scorching dog world, Sister Zhan hid behind an unobstructed low wall, and took I don't know how many photos I didn't know, and finally at the urging of the fan base, I chose two and sent them over.

The black fan base sent a bunch of question marks in a uniform manner.

This is the ugly photo you took! Even though we're sunspots, we also have eyes, okay! This allows them to use the prepared copy!

In the photos in the group, the wind is lazily leaning on the recliner, the electric fan blows the corners of her clothes, and a folding fan is stunned to fan out the bearing of the son of the family taking a boat to the lake.

The station sister was also silent, she told everyone: Don't worry, the night is still long!

A sentence is still a long night, let the black fans in the group be ready to go, just for the ultimate black!

After waiting for more than an hour, Li Sanyi finally came.

"If you don't come again, I'll call the police."

Before Li Sanyi could speak, he was pressed by the wind to sit on the chair.

"Hold my place, I'll go solve the big things in life."

Li Sanyi sat down with a confused face, looked at the three mineral water bottles in the plastic bag next to him, and nodded.

But why does this water bottle look so familiar?

After Li Sanyi picked out a bottle, the words on the bottle made him laugh uncontrollably.

The live broadcast room kept asking what to laugh at, and Li Sanyi turned the bottle around and pointed it at the camera.

"I didn't laugh at Feng Yin, I laughed at myself, I was still thinking about how Feng Yin was so generous and bought so much water."

Under the lens, the words "hotel special" on the bottle are exceptionally clear.

I have to say that this time, it is really windy.