The sweltering summer heat made people somewhat restless, even their sleep was unstable, often filled with murmured dream talk.
That voice was like a dreamy illusion, resembling suppressed low chanting, interspersed with whimpering like a midnight dream returning, unconsciously immersing anyone who heard it.
In the countryside, what troubled people the most was not the summer heat but the annoying mosquitoes.
They swarmed around people's ears incessantly, and once they landed, blood was sure to follow.
That's why, in their sleep, people often slapped their bodies unconsciously, driving away the mosquitoes.
Occasionally, when the mosquitoes were many, the slapping sounds merged into one, resounding non-stop in the quiet night.
It annoyed people so much that the slapping became more and more frequent.
Whenever it stopped, it was usually accompanied by a long sigh of relief, as if lamenting that they could finally get some good sleep.
