The rain continued to fall, and the umbrellas held by people in the alley opened like a garden full of pitiful flowers blooming.
Fan Xian smiled as he looked at this rude and impetuous youth. Seeing that he was completely soaked, he said nothing; if this were a bad person, then Fan Xian had at least five different ways to immobilize him within a split second.
Clearly, it was just a poor scholar who had bought some roast chicken for a feast, so Fan Xian did not stop moving, and held his umbrella aloft as he carried on. He moved confidently, as did the young man who had barged under his umbrella. Saying nothing, he stood on Fan Xian's right, using his umbrella to shelter his head from the rain, walking forward calmly.