The weather in August is so stuffy that there is no wind, the sun pierces your eyes and makes you feel weak and weak while walking on the road. The boy's soft hair stuck to his forehead, and his fair face was slightly red from the sun. He squinted his eyes and dragged the heavy black suitcase tiredly. As soon as I got off the bus, my stomach was churning with nausea. Who knew who had stepped on his white canvas shoes, and the young man frowned.