Under the oil paper umbrella, all the rain is perfectly isolated. Tristan Lin and Harper Ruan walking in the rain seemed to be wrapped in a barrier, and not a drop of rain would fall on them.
The road leading to the shrine was a bit long, so the two of them walked slowly, not in a hurry.
This was the first time Tristan Lin left the yard on a rainy day. The entire town was shrouded in rain, and the townspeople who were occasionally seen on weekdays were nowhere to be seen. The streets were empty, and not a single person holding an umbrella could be seen. Tristan Lin guessed that maybe he was the only one in the whole town with such an umbrella. After all, other umbrellas could not guarantee that not a drop of rain would catch it.
Arriving at the bamboo forest, we meandered along the path. The surrounding bamboo leaves were crackling with raindrops, and occasionally the wind blew through the bamboo forest, making the bamboo leaves make a rustling sound.
Harper Ruan and Tristan Lin occasionally chatted, but neither said much. They were both thinking about the temple. There is also Cui Xueyi who went to the shrine with Lin Xingping yesterday but did not come back today.
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