In Jiangcheng, a midsummer afternoon is like an airtight steamer. The asphalt road has been softened by the sun, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of roasted asphalt.
In the martial arts field in the backyard of the Jiang Family Martial Arts School, more than thirty boys and girls in training uniforms were sweating profusely, and the sound of fists and feet piercing the air could be heard one after another. The sun shines through the sparse sycamore leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground, and also illuminates the out-of-place figure on the sidelines.
