Qing Stone Street was abuzz with noise, with passersby coming and going, pausing to observe the chaos, in which a tavern's flags had fallen and the waiter even forgot to set them right again.
"Pavilion Master Lin!"
A loud shout recalled Lin Yao, who stood at the doorway, from his daydreams, and he greeted with a smile and clasped hands.
"I wondered why I saw magpies perching on the branches this morning, thinking it signified some happy event, and here it turns out to be Pavilion Master Tang at my door! Come in quickly, Luanzi, go brew some tea."
Tang Zutao quickly waved his hand, "Hey, Pavilion Master Lin, you're too kind. I've just got a couple of things to say, and then I'll be on my way."
Lin Yao turned his head towards a streak of bright red on the street, understanding the situation. He lifted his sleeve and raised his finger slightly, "Would it have something to do with this matter?"
