Layers of clouds and mountains surge like hundreds of thousands of soldiers; the wind is light and the rain drizzles, telling me about the sorrow of parting.
The road was crowded with people.
The people of Baiyun State spontaneously came to see him off.
The shouts were earth-shattering.
"Mr. Fang, remember to come back and visit often."
"Mr. Fang, take care of your health out there."
"I really can't bear to see Mr. Fang go, boohoo..."
"Stop crying! Mr. Fang's promotion is a happy event. Why cry? Do you want him to remain in Baiyun State as a minor official just because he's good? You're too selfish!"
"..."
Fang Che was filled with emotion, continuously persuading everyone to return.
But everyone was reluctant, walking him all the way to the outskirts of the city.
With no other option, he had to leave quickly on horseback.
After traveling a long way, he looked back and still saw a dense crowd at the city gate, looking in his direction.
