Looking through the window screen at every hot summer afternoon. Outside the window, cicadas chirped in the cracks of the green and red parasol trees, men and women chatted endlessly in the pavilions, and pigeons flew across the eaves leaving white marks. Then close your eyes in the hustle and bustle, and quietly listen to the sound of your footsteps as you push the door open, the sound of wind gradually flowing in the air, and your laughter and laughter. Then you bend down and say to me: "Summer in Taipei is so hot."
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This is a story assembled from two stories that happened in Taipei.
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