Zhou Jiao once again stepped into Beijing in midsummer, stepping out of the carriage at noon, it was unusually hot and stuffy, sweat immediately clung to her clothes, making them damp and sticky.
No one could help but feel annoyed.
Unlike the scorching heat at noon in the Northwest where one feels cooler indoors or under the shade, and sweat evaporates quickly.
What to do?
Zhou Jiao seems to feel she still prefers the Northwest, where "wearing a leather jacket in the morning, donning gauze at noon, and enjoying watermelon around the stove" is common.
It's truly the golden season of July and August.
Just when fruits are abundant, changing each meal with noodles, pilaf, large-plate chicken, grilled lamb skewers, it's surely regrettable for a food lover like her.
And...
"Aren't you leaving the station with us?"
A middle-aged woman about forty years old, now laden with bags and luggage hanging, and carrying with both hands, elbowed her colleague.
