A fine drizzle floated down from the sky in Yan Capital. This was not supposed to the right weather for a stroll. However, the moment the first ray of sunshine touched the sky, countless of gifted scholars wore their traditional clothes or silk robes and made their way down the streets.
One after another opened their wax paper umbrellas.
A plethora of patterns was imprinted on these umbrellas. There were rivers and mountain in ink, paintings of rushing rivers. There were red, white, green and a variety of colourful flower imprints that looked like a bouquet from above.
This looked like a living breathing canvas.
Fang Zhengzhi and Yan Xiu walked beside each other in the crowd. Yan Xiu wore Chinese traditional clothes with a decoration of rivers and mountains in ink on it. On the other hand, Fang Zhengzhi donned his usual blue Changshan.
Both carrying a wax paper umbrella each, drifting through the streets.
