The small river meandered around the neatly arranged houses, glistening under the twilight.
The bamboo by the stream rustled in the evening breeze.
This was undoubtedly a place of tranquility and harmony.
Yan Changqing walked to the riverbank, placed the wine gourd in his hand on a nearby stone, and sat down on the ground.
"Anhe Village... this place truly lives up to the word 'Anhe' meaning peace and harmony."
Yan Changqing gazed around leisurely, a contented smile appearing on his face.
Beside him sat a man in a wheelchair.
This was none other than Fang, the second young master of Famous Sword Villa.
With a gentle and refined air, Fang, the second young master, took the wine gourd, tilted his head back, took a sip, and slowly recited:
"Houses surround a winding stream, bamboos wrap around the hills, yet the stream and hills exist amidst white clouds. Leaning on a staff by the stream, sitting on the hills, I share leisure with stream birds and mountain flowers."
