On the side of the car, a pair of shiny stainless steel lunch boxes tied tightly with rubber bands, looking both industrious and like a careful preparation for the whole day's trip. He looked at Uncle, both heartbroken and laughing, suddenly asked: "Uncle is dressed warmly like this, what about when it's sunny at noon?" Uncle laughed heartily, his teeth covered in cigarette smoke, and said a sentence full of life: "It doesn't matter, you know, if you don't dress warmly in the morning, how can you stand it, we'll think about it later at noon".
And at 11 am, the weather "turns". People who were still confident in fur coats and thick life jackets in the early morning are now sweating profusely, their faces are red, and some people park their cars on the side of the road, frantically taking off their large coats, struggling to figure out where to put them because the trunk of the car is packed, looking to the side is a office girl wrinkling her face, taking off her very stylish purple scarf.
That funny and tearful thing reached its peak when he sat in a bun cha restaurant at noon. 35 degrees Celsius sun hit the corrugated iron roof, the electric fan rotated dimly but only emitted a sizzling heat. Sitting next to him was another young man who still persistently wore a long-sleeved heat-retaining shirt because he had accidentally not worn a t-shirt inside, while sipping a hot bowl of bun while wiping sweat like bathing. Looking at that young man, he suddenly realized that this life is inherently a type of "multi-personality" weather. Morning can give us a radiant joy, but afternoon can immediately give us a cold "brace" from missing a deadline or the breakdown of a relationship. Fluctuations are the only constant of this universe and humans, instead of complaining about why the weather does not please people, perhaps we should learn to equip ourselves with a lifestyle that always knows how to adapt.
When the twilight falls, or rather when the sun has just set, the chill starts to creep back, he calmly pulls out the life jacket from earlier, puts it on. Adaptation is not endurance, but an art of living happily amidst fluctuations. We cannot control the monsoon or the mood of others, the only thing we can control is our own spiritual "coat". As long as each person still maintains a stable temperature of 37 degrees Celsius of compassion and humor, no matter how "crazy" the weather is, he believes that he will still survive this season as leisurely as a motorbike taxi driver with a lunch box this morning.
