The street of the city was empty under the scorching sun.
The wind carried unbearable heat waves.
The peddlers gathered up their wares and hid in the shade under the scorching sun, stretching their legs and talking in groups.
It was hard to find a passer-by on the street. Even the spotted dogs on the street were sticking their tongue out in the shadow, losing their usual vitality.
"What is that?!"
All of a sudden, a shadow as fast as lightning flashed across the sky, on the eaves, and then disappeared.
With a half piece of watermelon in his hand, the hawker took off half of the coarse cloth sackcloth and revealed his lean and dark belly. Suddenly, his eyes trembled and he cried out in an instant.
The companions around him were confused. They turned their heads and looked at the empty roof, confused. "What's wrong?" "I just saw a shadow flash past. Am I wrong?" The peddler rubbed his eyes with his empty right hand and looked confused.
He thought he was wrong.
Whoosh!