The heavy rain continued to pour, gradually darkening the sky.
Raindrops fell like threads; many dockworkers hid under thatched shelters, gazing at the river. Such heavy rain for several straight days, and the riverside Buddha would need to wash his feet.
There were few pedestrians in the alleys, and families living in low-lying houses hurriedly scraped the fallen leaves, dried grass, and mud from the ditches under their eaves onto the main road.
Raindrops splashed on the ground near Zhao Rong's feet, causing the bamboo ribs of his oil-paper umbrella to creak loudly.
He walked through the rainy alley,
In front of him, instead of Miss Dingxiang floating by, two stout men burst out from inside Liu's grand mansion.
These two were broad-shouldered and robust, with swallow-tailed beards and tiger whiskers, bare-chested and fearless of the cold, proudly displaying their muscular bodies for the world to see.