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It was extremely hot in late summer that year. Standing on the mound at the entrance of Xiaoying Village, you could see a flat-bottomed boat filled with yellow sand and coal on the river in the distance. The high-voltage transmission tower on the other side of the river stood in the smog and on the national highway. The trucks made the road surface uneven, coal dust was scattered on the leaves, and the distribution stations and small restaurants on the roadside also maintained a gray image year after year.
Xiaoying Village was originally a village near the river-urban junction. With the rapid development of the city, the road around the city has become a third ring road, and the natural village has also become an urban village with mixed fish and dragons and floating populations. The cables are densely tangled like a spider web, and illegal buildings abound. Every summer, the outside units of air conditioners in every household emit heat waves, which mix with the smell of public toilets on the street, making people dizzy.
At dusk, a Wuling van with the Xiaoying Subdistrict Office painted on its door was passing through the street. The big lama on the roof repeated the fire prevention and anti-theft propaganda dull and dull, and the shampoo with ambiguous red lights on the roadside just opened. Stumbled women dressed up and sat behind the bead curtains teasing passers-by. The restaurant was the time when business was booming. The chef was cooking on the street, and the flame in the gas stove licked the blackened bottom of the pot, peppers and twice-cooked meat. Whistling in the pot, red-faced men sitting under the simple shed guessing boxing orders, babies crying, car whistling, and vendors screaming are intertwined. Everything is as usual. No one expected a disaster to come.
The first person who discovered the fire was a small worker at the restaurant. He went to the back alley to take out the garbage and saw a raging fire in the old Wang’s house where the waste was collected. The sky was dry and the low bungalows were filled with waste paper and plastic bottles. The fire spread rapidly, and people who were shocked evaded one after another. Some people wanted to fetch water to fight the fire, but the heat wave brought by the flames made them unable to approach.
　　 Suddenly, a gray-haired old woman rushed into the fire madly. The police from the police station who was in charge of maintaining order could not stop her. The fire was fierce, the glass cracked one after another, and the old woman was instantly engulfed in smoke.
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