The river wind was bleak, the night as fluid as water, the river surface truly displayed an unprecedented grand spectacle, with music rising and falling, and poetry ringing clearly.
Many great scholars who attended the gathering on the pleasure boats moored nearby, listening to these young talents of Suzhou City recite their music and poetry, occasionally offering a comment or two. Seeing their admired scholars present, the youths exerted even greater effort. What began as a mere farce had eventually turned into a significant Qixi literary festival.
Ran Yan and Ran Yunsheng sipped their drinks while enjoying the songs and poems, feeling quite content.
Ran Yunsheng looked at the calm-faced Ran Yan and said softly, "Yan, you really have grown up! Emotionally, I am not your match."
Ran Yan smiled faintly. Having witnessed so much treachery and murder, and grown accustomed to the life and death of people, even the most foolish should have become more indifferent.
