For several consecutive days, the high temperature exceeding the Centigrade of human body condenses the air into chili powder, which makes people feel uncomfortable like a fire. There was no trace of wind in the courtyard, and the Sun was forced to bake down. The flowers and plants beside the courtyard wall endured the cruelty of the sun sadly. On the Wild grapefruit tree at the corner of the wall, cicadas cried hysterically: It was like a steamer, like a steamer. The air conditioner inside and outside the business hall was 24 degrees Celsius from morning to night, which separated us from the outside. But there are still few customers coming. Except early in the morning, people took advantage of the relatively cool but short time of the day to get some necessary money, almost no one dared to go out of the house at other times, step into the breathless heat. More than an hour passed, and occasionally the accountants of two enterprises drove their cars to handle the business they had to do. They drove the car to the marble steps at the door, and almost knocked over the warning board of no parking, in order to take a few less steps without any shady and scorching cement road in the courtyard. Come in, hello everyone who usually greet us! Has become Oh! The temperature outside is going to boil people! Or inside comfortable! After finishing the business in a hurry, he got into the car and fled like a fireball chasing behind him. When he came in, he almost got up naked, because the T-shirt which had completely lost its original color was rolled into a thick line from his waist and circled around his chest. The sweat on his face kept dripping down with the cement ash that had not been washed. I stood up and said hello, and passed him a napkin to wipe the sweat. He was shy but refused to pick it up. Under my insistence, he finally picked it up and said: Thank you! From his trouser pocket, he took out a bunch of messy money with all kinds of face, which was stained with cement ash and stained with sweat. The money was wet, soft and dirty. As usual, I handed him a list of money to go to my hometown. Taking advantage of his efforts to fill in, I managed to wipe out and straighten out the money, and then put it into the money detector for monitoring. Unexpectedly, this snobbish money counter only knows the authenticity of money. It is hard to control the hard-earned money. It is not allowed to pass the dirty and crepe money, and all of a sudden it is stuck in the machine and cannot get out, however, the wheels kept slipping there, making abnormal strange screams, as if they were about to burn. I turned off the money counter and drew money from the counter one by one. I was afraid that the money was broken, so I had to pull it leisurely. I thought in my heart, it is good to make him cool here more. He smiled at him and motioned him not to worry. And like a child who made a mistake, he stared at the money counter blaming himself, with a face of guilt. When I pulled out all the money, I was already sweating on my face. He smiled with relief. When printing the slip, the sweat on his face had been blown dry by the air conditioner. Maybe he felt the coolness or realized his Indecency. He put down the rolled T-shirt and covered his skinny chest. And more than half of that T-shirt was soaked by sweat. When I asked him to sign, I asked: is the money sent to home enough after such a month? Not bad, enough. Although it is a little bitter, the salary is higher than ours. Such a high temperature, don’t move in the afternoon. It’s not cost-effective to be tired. He smiled noncommittedly, but I saw a hint of warmth different from the outside weather hidden in his smile, just because of a stranger from a foreign land, brought him a few sincere inquiries and concerns. After he thanked me, he had to walk into the blazing sun again. Looking at his wet back, I felt a pain of being burnt in my heart

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