August began with the start of autumn.
After a rain, the heat subsided, and the weather turned considerably cooler, although short sleeves were still necessary.
Even at the end of summer the coolness only meant the absence of sweating profusely while sitting still, one still needed to walk in the shady spots under trees along the roadside to avoid the sun.
In the past few days, Xu Qing was in high spirits, walking as if carried by the wind, full of energy. He raised his hand to greet Mr. Zhao, who had a cigarette in his mouth and was stroking his chin, deep in thought.
As the saying goes, "One is spirited when good fortune comes"—could it be that Xu Qing had some good news?
Watching Xu Qing gradually move away, disappearing at the corner of the street, Mr. Zhao withdrew his thoughts, took a sip of the chrysanthemum tea in his hands, turned his head, and then saw two girls walking over.
"I just saw Xu Qing go out, weren't you together?"
"No, he has his own things to do."
