Another Meiyu Season.
The sky was shrouded in a giant gray curtain, pressing heavily towards the earth. Fine raindrops fell like ox hair, weaving a hazy net that gently enveloped the whole world.
Raindrops hit the bluestone paved road, splashing tiny water flowers, making crisp sounds. Passersby hurriedly walked on the streets of Ping Mountain Town, either with oilcloth umbrellas or wearing straw raincoats.
After all, it was the season for planting rice, very busy, everyone was in a hurry.
Guotai Lang, however, was sitting leisurely at a wine stall by the street, watching the rain curtain.
Having retired, he was assigned a new job as a small banner officer, in Ping Mountain Town, which had been built in the southern part of Chita Peninsula just over a year. But he hadn't reported to the town office yet and was taking this leisure time to gather with old comrades.
