Thirst~~~~~~, the hot sand was scorching him, his whole body was burning, and he was about to burn and melt. He curled up, trying to avoid the ubiquitous heat, his lips were chapped and bleeding, and the fireball-like sun seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, swallowing him up. His consciousness gradually became blurred, and in a trance, he could hear the sound of tinkling, tinkling, tinkling, tinkling. . .
Four years later.
Han Chengan suddenly woke up from his dream, licked his dry lips, found the water glass on the table beside the bed, drank a few big mouthfuls of cold water, stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his head, went back to the bed and lay down, tossing and turning, but couldn't fall asleep.
At midnight in the midsummer of August, it was so hot that there was no cool breeze.