Yesterday's rain was new, and the morning fog had not dissipated.
Xu Qing walked on the wet stone pavement of Underground Street.
Occasionally, water droplets trickled from the eaves of the coffin shop at the street corner.
The early-rising Hu Baosong had barely sipped his hot porridge when he saw the young man walk into the shop.
The young man wore a brand-new blue-collared white robe, looking flamboyant like a peacock opening its feathers. Someone might mistake him for a nobleman's son coming for a walk after the rain!
Yizhen, who was sitting at the table sipping rice porridge, glanced up at Xu Qing, and then couldn't help but take another look.
Clothes make the man, just like gold adorns Buddha.
The Corpse Driver, who usually wore gray robes stained with grime in the Funeral Shop, now suddenly transformed into a fair-skinned scholar. Anyone would take a few more glances.
