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The heat is like a plaster, clinging to the small county town. Different from previous years, the wind blowing from the lake was damp and sticky, exuding the smell of decaying branches and leaves. In the evening, there were more and more pedestrians on the street, vests, cattail fans, thin shirts, and short skirts flowing in the dusk. The street lamps, which have been scorched for a day, have their heads lowered listlessly and their eyes are half-open. Under the shadow of the lamp, Luo Xianhui, wearing a neat suit and tie, looked a little out of place. He stared in the shadow of the trees for a long time, spit out the cigarette butt, strode across the road and walked into the newly opened cafe. Before he even entered the door, Luo Xianhui shouted to the counter, "Miss, please bring me a bowl of extra coffee." The waiter was a little unhappy when he heard him address her directly as "Miss" and said, "It's coffee, not coffee." Luo Xianhui said, whatever kind of coffee you want, just have a bowl. The waiter said that we use cups for coffee here, not bowls.