In mid-June, the summer breeze finally blew into Huo County.
The morning sun had barely risen, and the outdoor temperature began to climb rapidly.
Suffice it to say, the black asphalt road by noon could fry an egg.
Anyone still walking on the road at midday was truly courageous.
Sweat dripped like raindrops but did not affect the pedestriansâ footsteps.
Well, itâs just as hot standing still, might as well walk faster and find a shady place to enjoy some air conditioning sooner.
From the cafeteria to the office building, in such a short distance, Mo Jingchun was already sweating profusely after lunch.
He looked up at the glaring sun and exhaled a deep breath of hot air.
"This damn weatherâs getting hotter and hotter."
"When will global warming ever end?"
Under the scorching sun, Mo Jingchun didnât want to stay a second longer; even this brief moment made his feet feel hot.
Global warming is getting worse year by year, with countries calling for action annually, but in reality?
Global warming hasnât eased at all; instead, it has worsened with each passing year.
Years ago, experts said it was due to CFCs damaging the ozone layer.
As a result, many companies in the cooling industry suffered.
But in recent years, the ozone layer has gradually recovered, and global warming is still continuing.
Ultimately, itâs because of too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.
Thatâs the direct cause of the Earthâs fever.
Feeling the coolness of the air conditioning, Mo Jingchun shrugged his shoulders.
Global warming is not something he, as a businessman, can control.
Despite the scorching weather, at around four in the afternoon, Mo Jingchun held an umbrella, waiting at the kindergarten gate.
He wasnât the only one standing there; many were.
Itâs the last day, and it wouldnât be right not to pick them up once school is out.
Moreover, he had promised Guoguo to pick her up today after school.
"Boss, why donât you come in and sit for a while?"
The security personnel in the air-conditioned security room felt awkward either sitting or standing.
Mo Jingchun smiled and said, "No, thank you."
"Oh... Oh... okay."
The bell rang, and one class after another lined up, and under the teacherâs guidance, parents were picking up their kids in an orderly manner.
Candy, lining up, saw her brother at the gate with an umbrella and jumped up waving.
"Brother, brotherď˝"
"Guoguo is here."
Mo Jingchun nodded with a smile and said, "I see."
"Mo Xiaoxue, come over quicklyď˝"
The teacher waved, and the little one cut the line and came out first.
The little one wanted to hug her brother; as soon as her little hand touched brotherâs big hand, she halted abruptly.
"Brother, youâre so hot."
"How could I not be? Another while in the sun, and Iâd be cooked."
"Letâs go, itâs too hot outside."
"Mm-hmm."
It was indeed too hot; the little one could barely stand it either.
In the office, the little one stood under the air conditionerâs wind outlet, enjoying the cool breeze.
Mo Jingchun pulled her away, but she moved back again.
"Youâll catch a cold if you keep blowing like this, and youâll need a shot."
"Brotherâs lying, at most drink that sweet medicine."
The little one was stubborn but obediently moved upon his words.
A few minutes later, after thoroughly cooling down, the little one dashed to the sofa to pet the cat.
"Brother, itâs so hot that even Bun doesnât go under the osmanthus tree."
"You canât see Daggers at the door."
Hearing this, Mo Jingchun turned his gaze and said with a smile:
"All furry, just like us wearing a down jacket in summer, isnât it hot?"
"Seems soď˝" The little one touched her chin and nodded.
Putting down the book in his hand, Mo Jingchun turned his chair towards the little one and asked:
"Guoguo, Iâm going to Jing City tomorrow and might stay there for three to five days. Would you want to stay home with your sister or go with brother to Jing City?"
Go to Jing City?!
The little one hesitated for a long time but suddenly thought about those big sisters and had no hesitation.
It wasnât for any other reason, mainly because she missed those big sisters.
"Iâll go with you, brother."
"Okay." A secretly pleased Mo Jingchun didnât know the main reason for the little oneâs decision to go to Jing City with him was her classmates.
With the trip to Jing City tomorrow, Mo Jingchun still had some matters to address.
"Xia, remind Xu Pengfei not to forget the recruiting of fresh graduates I mentioned last time in our talent acquisition plan."
"Yes, boss."
Regarding talent, Mo Jingchun could never have enough.
He had his own ideas.
The system, after all, is an external aid, and no one can guarantee that this system, which suddenly appeared, wonât vanish one day without a trace.
The aim of recruiting talent is so that someday, even if the system can no longer provide new technologies or disappears.
Candy Technology can still run smoothly!
Human wisdom should never be underestimated!
Looking through history, one will find that humans excel at creating miracles.
Many scientific and technological advances were breakthroughs carried on by generations of talented individuals.
Just after Mo Jingchun finished giving some instructions, ready to continue his study, the little one mysteriously approached him.
"Whatâs up?" Mo Jingchun was a bit puzzled.
It seemed like the little one was hiding something good behind her back; otherwise, why so mysterious?
"Brother, look at the surprise I brought for you!"
"Hmm, blame the weather, it was so hot that I almost forgot about it."
Looking at the crooked three words on the white paper, Mo Jingchun was indeed pleasantly surprised.
"Amazing, my Guoguo, you can even write your name now."
"Hehe, of course, considering whose sister I am."
"Hahaha, I love hearing that."
This clever little one, while praising herself, didnât forget to pull her brother in.
"Iâll keep this gift," said Mo Jingchun, as he clipped the piece of white paper into the book he was studying.
After returning from Jing City this time, Mo Jingchun planned to frame this special gift and place it on the studyâs collection shelf.
Beautiful memories are naturally meant to be preserved whenever possible.
Just like the baby bottle he has treasured away.
Years later, these items will be memories for Mo Jingchun and childhood for the little one.
Knock knockď˝
"Itâs after work."
This wasnât said by Mo Jingchun, nor by Xia Xiaomin.
But by Zhou Yaling standing at the office door.
The little one saw her sister and hopped over happily.
With her sweet little mouth, she called out sweetly:
"Sister, whatâs for dinner tonight?"
Looking over, Mo Jingchun pursed his lips and muttered:
"Not enthusiastic about work, yet the first to leave work."
Mo Jingchun, taking his phone as he walked over, glared at Zhou Yaling.
"You always leave right on time."
"Well, I have to go home and cook."