In mid-July, it is the hottest day of the year. The branches and leaves of the French plane trees on the roadside are swaying feebly under the scorching sun. The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves on the soft asphalt road. The cicadas on the trees are also screaming feebly. A breeze blows and the air seems to be distorted. This all tells the story of the heat of summer...
It was around two o'clock in the afternoon, and there were very few cars on the road. At this time, a Yamaha Tianjian drove over from a distance. The person in the car did not wear a helmet and was holding a cake box in his hand. The car was driving a little fast and a little stiff, as if he was worried. His eyes were staring straight ahead without blinking, and his handsome face showed a bitter look...
At this moment, a child of four or five years old was running across the road with an ice cream in his hand, and was chased by an older girl in her teens. When the child holding the ice cream saw the motorcycle coming from the side, he was stunned. The older girl behind him screamed, 'Ah...'
The cicadas on the tree stopped shouting, and he woke up without knowing what he was thinking. At this time, it seemed that time had slowed down a beat. The handlebar of the motorcycle tilted, and he and the motorcycle were thrown out at an angle at the same time, and the cake flew up...
However, the oncoming car hit him unpreparedly, and then there was a harsh sound of car brakes...
His vague consciousness controlled his slightly disobedient right hand, and after moving a little towards the smashed cake following his line of sight, darkness suddenly swallowed him...