Jinling City under plum rain is antique and full of ancient charm.
There is no steel jungle, no traffic, Carter strolls leisurely in the courtyard, everywhere is the lanes and alleys, the green-clad maidservants, the graceful lady with the veil, Lianbu gently moved into the powder shop.
I can’t smell the chicken stew, and there is no fragrant meat skewers, but the hawker greets the shop’s Xiaoer to serve wine from time to time.
Carter bit a plain steamed bun, stepped on the slippery bluestone road, and passed a hawker carrying a burden to sell candied haws, and walked into a bookstore called Yue Laixuan.
Because of the rain, there are very few customers in the store. Only one old man is sitting on a wooden chair, reading a book leisurely, and there is a cup of tea next to him.
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