Having been there once, and finding out some answers to his questions (and, as is the way, winding up with a ton more that need answering), he has finally returned to Chinatown. He runs a shop down the way named Exceptional Wisdom, Fei Chang Zhi. Mei Huang, in a Western naming format, is an older man of traditional Chinese garb, wisdom, and language housed in the body of a man raised in the West: his accent is every bit as British as Blaze's when he speaks English. Haruki has tried to ponder and meditate over the last few days since he was last in Chinatown - apparently meeting his Guide, Huang Mei.
Her walk was at a snail's pace, which would have bothered any number of people behind her - or caused someone to bump into her. As usual, she wore a plain black dress - though her sleeves, as always, were intricate and lacy. Walking slowly, she took in the sights with that slight, upturned curl of her lips. It was in the afternoon, so some of the restaurants in the area for some good dim sum were packed - but she knew a right, good place. She was always so sure of where she was going, but today she just liked to saunter around and see the sights. People were running all across Chinatown busily, the sidewalks heavily muddled with pedestrians.
It was a particularly cool day that day, a sure sign of springtime. A group of Scions bump into each other at a shop in Chinatown.Ĭhina Town Mid-April, Springtime in the Afternoon.
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