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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, shall we go together?" This Young Master Yin was quite friendly.
"That would be perfect! I am not very familiar with this mountain, so it would be a great fortune to have Brother Yin accompany me!"
"Brother Wen,..."
"Brother Wen..." Throughout the journey, hearing this Brother Yin repeatedly call him "Brother Wen" made Mo Wen feel somewhat awkward. He regretted choosing such a character for his name, though he couldn't quite understand why he felt this way at the moment.
Setting aside his distractions, he continued walking into the mountains while engaging in lively conversation with Brother Yin.
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"Brother Wen, this is the place where the Poetry Gathering will be held. I did not receive an invitation, so I can only enter through that door." In front of a small courtyard, Young Master Yin pointed to another gate.
"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," and after being engaged in conversation with him all this way, he was eager to distance himself from the man.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, they went their separate ways. The courtyard ahead was surrounded by a wooden fence, and there were only two doors in total—one being the main entrance before him, while Young Master Yin headed towards a side door. Although it was a door, it was merely a half-height wooden gate used in farmyards. Standing before it was a young attendant who presented an invitation and entered the courtyard.
Inside the courtyard were three houses that somewhat resembled the courtyard in his cave dwelling. However, these three houses were made of straw; the main house had simple walls while the two side rooms were open on all sides, resembling pavilions more than rooms.
Inside the side pavilions were scattered tables and chairs arranged with some care. In the center of the courtyard was a small lake about five or six zhang in diameter, planted with lotus flowers that bloomed year-round and had an exceptionally long flowering period. Underneath the clear water beneath the lotus leaves, fish frolicked about. In the middle of the lake stood a small island with a simple pavilion on it; the "bridge" leading to the pavilion consisted of several wooden stakes driven into the lake.
The grass houses, rock formations, pavilion, and small lake were typical sights of an ordinary courtyard but at this moment gave off a refreshing feeling.
In the side pavilions, some invited guests like Mo Wen had gathered in small groups to discuss quietly. Scholars enjoyed making friends, and the Poetry Gathering was an opportunity no one would want to miss—especially for newcomers like Mo Wen who would surely take this chance to engage with fellow poets and exchange contact information for future gatherings over tea. However, Mo Wen chose not to join in but instead found a corner to sit down and appreciate the scenery of the courtyard. This place had been arranged by someone of great skill; various elements complemented each other to form a harmonious whole.
Gradually, more people began to arrive at the courtyard; they were all well-cultivated individuals gathered at Mr. You Ran's residence—a sacred place in the hearts of many literati and poets within Mo Bao Fang. While everyone enjoyed the unique atmosphere of this esteemed abode, they remained quite cautious. The pavilions also featured designated tea-drinking areas for visitors. Seeing that no one occupied a tea table, Mo Wen walked over to 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 greeting and awaited what he would say next. However, there were also individuals like Mo Wen who knew nothing about this boy's identity and were quietly asking others for information. Seizing this opportunity, Mo Wen learned more about who this young attendant was.
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