Summer Panic
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Zhang Fangmin didn't even get off his bicycle when he entered the alley. Two long and strong legs poked out from under his hot pants and slid over. She thought her driving skills were so good that the handlebar almost hit the arms of old lady No. 2, Who was holding her rice bowl and chatting at the door. The old lady was so frightened that she almost dropped the bowl and shouted at Zhang Fangmin's back: "I'm in a hurry, not like a girl!" The cicadas outside the alley fell silent, and then started making an uproar as if they had gathered enough energy. Zhang Fangmin jumped out of the car lightly at the door of No. 6, Turned the handle of the car, and walked toward the door with the car and the driver. She had already caught a glimpse of four dishes and one soup on the small dining table in front of her house: fried screws, braised hairtail, water spinach, and flat-pointed winter melon soup. My stomach growled. Most of the people in the alley had already had lunch at this point, and as usual, the Zhang family had to wait for their only daughter to come back from the summer intensive English class. She walked through the dark corridor under No. 6 Building and parked her car where the sundries were placed at the bottom of the stairs.
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