The misty rain was like fog, shrouding the lake. Drops of it flew in the air, making the water wet and moist. The number of pedestrians did not decrease, but instead increased as they strolled through the beautiful scenery.
On the shore of the Willows, Meng Qi, dressed in a green robe and wearing a silk scarf, squatted by the water. He washed his hands while sizing up the weaver-like tourists. Behind him, Gu Xiaosang, dressed in a plain dress, stood next to a branch, holding a red umbrella in her hand, it covered the two of them. Incense was burning in the nearby Taoist temple, where the Celestial Master Su Meng was worshiped.
“Let’s go.”Meng Qi stood up leisurely and walked with his hands behind his back. He was calm and composed.
Gu Xiaosang leaned her red umbrella on her shoulder. Her dimples were shallow. She asked deliberately, “Where are we going?”
