PREVIEW
... one might imagine, especially at night. At noon, however, it was just like anywhere else—bustling. Not with people, but with cicadas.
The midday sun in Paigou Village beat down like a venomous snake. The villagers were either napping or eating watermelon in their air-conditioned rooms; it was difficult to find anyone outside.
The village committee, which had been bustling in the morning, returned to its initial emptiness after the free clinic ended. The shelters and benches had ...
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