In the dog days of August, the asphalt on the road was soaked in the sun. The air conditioner in the store was broken, so I could only lie on the wicker chair and fan the cattail leaf fan in my hand. Waiting for Wang Meng to repair the malfunctioning air conditioner.
Hangzhou in August is so hot that it can drive people crazy. Even though I am shaking my cattail leaf fan, there are waves of heat waves. Suddenly the sound of a small electric donkey was heard in the distance, and a young man rode a bicycle and stopped in front of the store. I looked at my watch and saw that it was after 4 o'clock. It was probably a courier delivery. Suddenly I realized something was wrong. I couldn't decide on anything. The last time I received a courier, I naturally became afraid of it. As I feared, this is my express delivery. The shipping address is Beijing. I feel very unfamiliar with this address. I don't know many people in Beijing, and there are very few people who will send me things. I wonder if it is from a fat man...