The origin of the name was a small twist of fate.
Although this encounter wasn't particularly remarkable—just a small packet of grass seeds—it's still worth commemorating.
Standing on this unremarkable little hill, Wu Er discovered that the top of the hill was not truly unremarkable either; over the years, a natural small pool had actually formed on it.
Hmm... this is also a water source.
Unfortunately, the pond here is too small, only a few inches in size, and the water is not deep, only about half a foot.
Such a small pool, the water in it is negligible to the entire Pengshan Mountain.
"Hmm, a nice place. Although it's quite ordinary, it stands out from the rest of the place because of its ordinariness."
Upon arriving here, Wu Er gave this assessment.
After walking a few steps on the mountaintop, a gentle breeze blew by, causing Wu Er's sleeves to flutter continuously.
These past few days, the sky has been overcast, making it very gloomy, and there's hardly any wind.
As a gentle breeze suddenly blew by, Wu Er felt refreshed and said, "Comfortable. This is truly a comfortable place. If one day I no longer have the heart to work, it would be nice to live in seclusion here."
Perhaps due to overwork, Wu Er actually began to think about the future, wondering what kind of leisurely life he should have when he got old.
"Oh? You're going to settle down here?"
Suddenly, a voice came from behind Wu Er.
The voice was very pleasant, at least Wu Er thought so. It felt familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar, because he hadn't heard it in a long time.
However, even though the person was somewhat unfamiliar, he still recognized who was speaking.
Wu Er smiled and slowly turned around, saying, "Oh, an old friend has arrived."
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