The afternoon sun was like a fire, and the asphalt road was almost boiling with oil. When the wind blew, it was filled with heat waves and covered with dust, which made people frown. Xu Qi was lying on a bench in the park in the middle of the street in the old city, with his head tilted on the back of the chair and a bit of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth. He slept so darkly that the sky was dark.
The passing aunt, carrying a vegetable basket, glanced at him and muttered to her wife beside her: "Look at this kid. He's so young and doesn't learn well. He's standing here in broad daylight. He's such a useless snack."
My wife sighed, shook her head and waved her hands: "Don't worry about it, don't worry about it. Maybe I got stupid because I stayed up late playing games last night. Today's young people have very fragile bodies and are not as energetic as an old man like us."
