七月的上海,骄阳似火,暑气逼人。一天下午一点多钟,华山街道常熟里委的干部正在接待一个从浙江农村来的社员,他的名字叫叶常欢。他左手拎着网兜,里面用布袋装着几斤炒面粉,这是沿途吃的干粮;右手拎着一只干瘪瘪的黑包,包里 Shanghai in July, the hot sun, the heat pressing. One o’clock one o’clock in the afternoon, cadres from Huashan Street Changshu Committee are receiving a member from rural Zhejiang, his name is Ye Chang Huan. His left hand carrying a net bag, which filled with a few pounds fried bag of flour, which is to eat along the dry food; his right hand carrying a deflated flat black bag, bag