Chapter 37 Section 1

The air conditioner broke down during the worst of the weather.It has been a week since the rainy season, and the local morning temperature continues to exceed 30 degrees Celsius, and it is the same today.Hot!I heard that the temperature will continue to rise for a few days. Uemura Hiroshi held a fan in his left hand, and used it to fan his face every time he typed on the keyboard, and then wiped the sweat on his neck with the slightly dirty towel placed next to him.Although the windows were wide open, there was no wind at all.He had never cared about the heat emitted by the computer before, but today he hated all of it.

Fanning the fan, he suddenly thought, why not go to the kitchen and stay for a while.In his home, apart from the European-style room used as a studio, the Japanese-style room with six tatami mats used as a bedroom is also equipped with an air conditioner. If the partition between the bedroom and the kitchen is opened, the kitchen should be fine. cool. But he felt that it was impossible, because his son Zhongguang was sleeping in the bedroom, and the current situation was also unusual. The child was born weak and sickly. Although he was in the second grade of elementary school, he could catch colds endlessly.Four days ago, he said he had a headache, and then he had a high fever, and he hasn't improved at all until now.Eating can temporarily relieve it, but the body temperature rises again at night.Last night, the temperature reached almost 39 degrees Celsius, and Uemura Hiroshi was so scared that he stayed by his side all the time, unable to work at all.

Hiroshi Uemura is a freelance writer with contracts with four publishing houses, as well as a number of periodical magazines.The cut-off date for one of the rewards is imminent, and before this evening, he must complete the interview materials about the new ways to play with mobile phones.If it wasn't for this, he should still be by his son's side. Although it is not a good thing to make the room too cold, but if it is so hot that people can't sleep, wouldn't the physical energy be wasted in vain?He wanted Zhong Guang to sleep peacefully in a room with moderate air conditioning.

He looked at the clock on the table, it was just after two o'clock in the afternoon, three hours before the appointment with the publishing house.In normal times, there is nothing to be embarrassed about, but it is extremely difficult to concentrate in this sauna-like room.The noise from outside the window was also particularly harsh today. He put the towel on his head, and just as his hands were about to touch the keyboard, the doorbell suddenly rang.He stood up with a look of boredom, and took his wallet out of the drawer of the cabinet.He thought, what is the fee? When he opened the door, it was his neighbor Yukie Taketa standing there.Xingke is the mother of Zhongguang's classmate Ryota Takeda.

"Oh, what's the matter?" He thought, maybe she came to inform the parent-teacher meeting. "It's nothing, baby Zhongguang hasn't recovered from his cold yet?" "Well," Uemura nodded, "Hey, the little guy is still the same." "What, it's easy for you to say. Did you take good care of him? It happened because you were busy with work and left him alone." "How could you leave him alone? I'm letting him sleep for a while." "Get out of the way!" Xinghui took off her sandals and entered the room with a supermarket bag in her hand, "Oh! Why is it so hot here? Don't you have an air conditioner?"

"It's broken. But the one in Zhongguang's room is fine." Xingzai opened the bedroom partition before Uemura finished speaking. "Zhongguang! Are you okay? How do you feel?" Hearing someone calling him, Zhong Chang slowly opened his eyes. Uemura also followed up the bedroom.The air-conditioning made him feel refreshed immediately. After he breathed a sigh of relief, he looked into the room and found that Zhongguang was still lying on the mattress. "Are you okay?" He asked Yu. Zhongguang nodded slightly, his complexion looked better than yesterday.

"Are you hungry? Auntie will make you something to eat!" Xing Hui asked while sitting next to the mattress. "I'm thirsty." Zhongguang said. "Then, let me peel an apple for you. Auntie bought you an apple." After she finished speaking, she was about to stand up, "Ah, what is this?" She picked up the sketch book from the side of the mattress. In order not to bore Zhongguang, who is often bedridden, Uemura bought him this face book, and colored pencils are often placed beside his pillow. The page that Xinghui looked at seemed to be a gray wall with a red square in the middle.

"What is this?" Xinghui asked. Zhong Guang shook his head: "I don't know." "Ah? How come? Didn't you draw it?" "I drew you, but I can't figure it out either." "Huh? What's going on?" Xinghui asked again, then turned to look at Uemura. "I was sleeping just now, and suddenly I felt that my body seemed to be floating." Zhongguang looked at the faces of Xinghui and Uemura alternately, and then said, "I looked out the window and saw this thing. It seemed to be moving upwards. rise." "What is the painting?"

Uemura snatched the sketch album from Xinghui, stared at the painting carefully, and then turned his eyes to the window. This room is on the second floor of the apartment, and the only thing that can be seen through the window is a pair of arched doors of the food factory.