"Dong Xiaolu, if I want to watch a meteor shower, do I really need to watch it for more than ten days? Is there anything else? If not, I'm hanging up."

As Han Ming said this, before the girl on the other end of the phone could say anything more, he decisively pressed the hang-up button.

Dong Xiaolu was furious. She had just finished showering and was sitting on her bed in the bedroom, wearing a pink short nightgown, her eyes wide open.

I stared angrily at the end of the call displayed on my phone screen, feeling utterly furious.

No one has ever dared to hang up on me, especially not someone who called me first.

That heartless brat! If I hadn't been in the office today organizing the company's payroll information and happened to see on the spreadsheet that Han Ming from the technical department hadn't had full attendance that month...

Furthermore, since the number of days of unexcused absence exceeded the company's regulations, all wages and bonuses were withheld, and she was unaware that this guy had disappeared for more than ten days.

No wonder I haven't seen this guy at the company for so many days.

"He was even rude to me on the phone, saying things like it would take so many days to see the meteor shower. Humph, couldn't you have gone to buy a tent or a telescope first?"

Don't you men all like to prepare in advance?

Someone actually took two months of sick leave to stay home and watch the World Cup? Humph, what a liar.

Since you won't admit it, I'll send this news to your phone. I'll show you what it's like to pretend you don't know. You're going to play dumb even with a meteor shower right above your head, huh?

Dong Xiaolu muttered angrily to herself while looking at her phone. Her hands weren't idle either; she switched the phone to the news browsing page, copied a message, and sent it to Han Ming.

Han Ming hung up the phone, patted his groggy head, and was about to climb down onto the bike frame to catch the last bus to the county hospital to visit his father before it got too late.

I had just stood up and rubbed my numb legs when my phone beeped with a text message.

Upon opening it, he found it was a message from Dong Xiaolu. The message wasn't questioning him about why he hung up the phone, but rather a short news article.

Han Ming squinted at the content; it was a short news article forwarded by Sina.com.

The Perseid meteor shower, said to be the largest ever seen in a century, is expected to streak across the sky at 21:00 Beijing time on July 22.

It can be observed in most parts of my country, but the best observation location is Xiaqiao Town, Nanzhu County, Dongjiang Province.

The best place to view it was actually my own hometown.

No wonder I kept seeing people carrying long guns and short cannons running around when I was traveling around the county and town these past few days. It turns out they were all here to watch the meteor shower.

Han Ming then remembered that a month or so ago at work, a group of colleagues were talking about watching the meteor shower, saying that they could see it from pretty much any location.

Han Ming said at the time that with the current air quality in my country, most people would probably only see smog when they look up, let alone meteor showers, or they would just get some dust in their eyes.

No wonder Dong Xiaolu thought that if she sneaked home to watch the meteor shower, how could she not go back to her hometown to take a look?

Why bring up smog? I bet the girl is thinking that she's being stingy and unwilling to spend money to invite her colleagues over.

Han Ming shook his head and smiled wryly. He had just climbed down two steps of the iron ladder when he inadvertently looked up and saw the ventilation skylight at the top of the ladder.

On a sudden thought, I remembered the legend of making a wish upon a shooting star, which I usually just take for granted.

Normally, he would scoff at the idea of ​​making a wish upon a shooting star, but during this special period, Han Ming, who was feeling almost suffocated by the oppression, also had the thought of making a wish.

So he climbed back up to the roof of the workshop, pushed open the creaking window, and leaned out. The hot summer night wind hit him, making him sweat profusely.

The visibility in the sky is pretty good tonight, and you can still see the stars faintly in the sky.

Han Ming took out his phone and checked the time: 8:47 PM. It seemed that the meteor shower was just a few minutes away, so he decided to sit on the roof and wait.

After sitting for a while, Han Ming, who was gazing at the night sky in a daze, saw scattered, fleeting bright spots, which gradually increased in number.

Although the view wasn't very clear, Han Ming, who had never seen anything like it before, got excited and took out his phone to take pictures of the night sky.

Perhaps due to the lack of professional observation equipment, Han Ming did not see the meteor shower he had imagined, which resembled a stampede of horses and twinkling stars.

Before long, the night sky returned to calm. Perhaps, as the joke circulating online goes, this is a case of "fleeting beauty."