Resentful man

Before summer, the weather has suddenly turned hot, the afternoon air is full of impetuous. A bus full of people was crawling along a county road about ten meters wide. The green wheat outside the window was swayed by the spring wind. I, Zeng Xiaosan, a deputy section chief of Qingshui yamen, was sitting in the last row of seats of this bus. I didn’t feel the sweat on my forehead. Some people will ask, three, how can I still take the bus for the inspection work today? Is it a show? Well, it’s not like that. I’m not going to check out any bad work at all. I, there are other things