It was the hottest time of the afternoon.
Bai Yu and Wu Ming each wore a straw hat, standing in the paddy field, propping up rice stalks that had been flattened. Maomao, unable to help, paced back and forth on the ridge in agitation. The python was tied to a utility pole, baking in the sun like a withered Eggplant. Daju reached out a paw and poked at it tentatively. The python didn't stir.
"Wu Ming, neither of us can get in touch with Jin Liufu. Do you think it’s the same for Zhou Qishan?" Bai Yu asked, though she felt uncertain.
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