Before I realized it, half of June had passed.
The climate in Jiangcheng was indeed as awful as Jiang He had come to understand. In winter, one's face would freeze outdoors; in summer, it was so hot one might long to stuff oneself into a refrigerator and never come out.
And the real heat of summer hadn't even arrived yet.
Despite the sweltering heat, there were still many people who had to go out to work, bustling around for a living, walking down streets steaming with heat. At the corner under the shade of a tree, there were those who set up a small stall fanning themselves and selling phone screen protectors and keychains; others laid out racks filled with hats and sunglasses. Credit card companies also pitched here, keeping company with the street vendors.
Day after day, the cycle repeated.
"It's all for a living."
