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"From now on, I shall call you Brother Wen. Are you here to attend the Poetry Gathering? I happen to be going there as well. If you don't mind, why don't we go together?" This Young Master Yin was quite friendly.
"That works perfectly! I am not very familiar with the mountains, so it is a stroke of luck to have Brother Yin accompany me!"
"Brother Wen,..."
"Brother Wen..." As they walked, hearing this Brother Yin repeatedly address him as "Brother Wen," Mo Wen felt a bit awkward and regretted choosing such a name. However, he couldn't quite understand why he felt this way.
Setting aside his thoughts, he engaged in pleasant conversation with Brother Yin as they made their way into the mountains.
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"Brother Wen, this is the place where the Poetry Gathering will be held. Since I did not receive an invitation, I can only enter through that door." In front of a small courtyard, Young Master Yin pointed to another entrance.
"Thank you, Brother Yin. Then we shall part ways here and meet again at the Poetry Gathering." Mo Wen indeed had not seen an invitation from this "Brother Yin." After being chatted up by him all this way, he was eager to distance himself from the man.
After exchanging pleasantries, they parted ways. In front of the courtyard stood a wooden fence, and there were only two doors in the entire yard: the main entrance before them and the side door where Young Master Yin headed. The side door was merely a half-height wooden gate used in farmyards. A young attendant stood at the entrance, handed over an invitation, and entered the courtyard.
Inside were three houses that somewhat resembled the courtyard in his cave dwelling, but these three houses were made of thatch. The main house had simple walls while the two side rooms were open on all sides, resembling pavilions; calling them corridor rooms would be more fitting.
Inside the corridor rooms were scattered tables and chairs arranged with some care. In the center of the courtyard was a small lake about five or six zhang wide, planted with lotus flowers that bloomed year-round and had a long flowering period. Beneath the clear water under the lotus leaves, fish frolicked. In the middle of the lake was a small island with a simple pavilion on it; the "bridge" leading to the pavilion consisted of several wooden stakes driven into the water. The grass houses, rock formations, pavilion, and small lake were typical sights of an ordinary courtyard but now gave off a refreshing feeling.
In the corridor pavilions on both sides were already some guests who had been invited like Mo Wen, gathered in small groups discussing quietly. Scholars enjoyed making friends, and no one would miss an opportunity like the Poetry Gathering to connect with others. Especially for newcomers like Mo Wen, attending such an event was essential for exchanging ideas with peers and leaving contact information for future conversations over tea. However, Mo Wen did not join in on their chatter; instead, he found a corner to sit down and admire the scenery of the courtyard. This was a place arranged by someone of great skill; various elements complemented each other to form a harmonious whole.
Gradually, more people began to arrive in the courtyard—refined individuals who were cautious given that they were at Mr. You Ran's residence, a sacred place in many literati's hearts within Mo Bao Fang. Besides appreciating the unique charm of this esteemed abode, everyone remained quite reserved. The corridor pavilions even had designated areas for guests to enjoy tea. Seeing that there was no one at a tea table, Mo Wen went over to sit down and brew some tea while waiting for the Poetry Gathering to commence.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience." A young boy emerged from one of the houses and bowed to everyone. Upon hearing his voice, everyone returned his bow and awaited what he would say next. However, there were also those like Mo Wen who knew nothing about this boy's identity and quietly asked others for clarification. Seizing this opportunity, Mo Wen learned about who this young attendant was.
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