The rain poured down.
The sky was dim and overcast, dense storm clouds blanketing the heavens. Drizzling raindrops fell upon the streets and rooftops, splashing up a hazy white mist like gauzy white silk. Rainwater ran freely, winding along until it vanished at either side of the road. The clamorous sound of rain seemed to become the only sound between heaven and earth.
The misty curtain of rain was like a stage drape hanging from the firmament to the ground. Upon this hazy stage, the city seemed to have faded of color, becoming an ink-wash painting formed from black, white, and gray.
Within that ink-wash painting, pedestrians holding umbrellas hurried past storefronts, hurried past transit stops, hurried through streets and alleys, hurried past every place that had nothing to do with them.
Perhaps they were hurrying home for a meal, perhaps hurrying off to drink and meet friends, perhaps hurrying to work and make a living. Everyone had their own things to do.
Su Nan held an umbrella as she slowly walked through the city streets.
How long had it been since she had strolled through a city like this?
Several years? Several decades? Several centuries?
She could not quite remember.
Jiuyao City had a bus system, which had begun operating even before the transportation network. Aside from driving themselves, taking the bus was also an excellent choice for the city's residents in their daily travels. In many ways, Jiuyao City resembled the modern cities Luo Chuan remembered.
Su Nan passed a bus stop where several ordinary people were waiting for the bus to arrive. A boy and a girl were leaning over a seat, books laid out before them. Judging by their clothing, they were probably students.
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