Man in the Three-Body Problem: After facing the wall, I founded the Reception Society!

Luna's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of apology and playfulness, she nodded and said, "Yes, I was immersed in my own fantasy, chatting with the imaginary Sir Jack, and I didn't expect you to come quietly. I missed the most splendid and moving moment of the swamp. The undecorated natural beauty can only be found in my words at this moment."

When Scourge heard this, a look of surprise flashed across his face, as if he was amused by the sudden turn of events. He laughed and said, "Haha, Luna, you really have 'recognized the wrong hero' this time! The man in front of you is not the Sir Jack you have been thinking about, but a humble and low-key gentleman, Doctor O'Leary, a close friend of the Sir."

Hearing this, Luna's cheeks suddenly flushed with two red clouds, like roses blooming in the sunset. She smiled slightly embarrassed but gracefully: "Oh, this is really my little episode today. We actually started an interesting conversation under the veil of misunderstanding."

Her words were full of self-deprecating humor, instantly dispelling the awkwardness in the air.

"Oh, please don't take it to heart, Miss Luna." Olier responded politely, his voice was like the warm spring breeze, making people feel good. "Such a misunderstanding makes our meeting more dramatic, doesn't it?"

Scourge stood aside, his eyes moving between Oriel and Luna, with a bit of scrutiny and curiosity, he spoke slowly: "Indeed, although the misunderstanding was short, it also had its own flavor. However, Luna, you always make the ordinary extraordinary in your own unique way."

Luna smiled gently, like ice and snow melting in spring. She said softly, "Dr. O'Leary, I don't regard you as a passer-by, but as an old friend of this land. I share with you my little fantasies about orchids. However, since you are here, why don't you come with me to visit our home, O'Leary's house? Maybe there, you can feel a different kind of beauty."

O'Leary nodded slightly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation: "It would be my honor, Miss Luna."

The three of them then set out on the journey to the brother and sister's residence. The scenery along the way seemed particularly quiet and peaceful under the afterglow of the setting sun.

The wind on the swamp seemed to carry a hint of coolness and moisture, gently brushing across their faces, bringing a hint of freshness.

Soon they came to the house on the moor, which stood there alone, as if it were a corner that time had forgotten.

Although this house has experienced prosperity and decline, it has been completely renewed after careful restoration and shows a unique charm.

The exterior wall looks a little weathered by the wear and tear of time, but it adds a touch of simplicity and elegance.

Although the surrounding orchards are not as vibrant as in spring, those short and tough fruit trees are still growing tenaciously. Occasionally, a little green is revealed among their branches and leaves, as if telling of the tenacity and hope of life.

The whole place, though tinged with gloom, exudes a unique tranquility and harmony.

At this time, an old male servant with a strange figure and skinny body walked out of the house. Although his clothes were old and faded, they were clean and tidy. He had a gentle smile on his face, as if he had an indissoluble bond with this house.

He greeted the three visitors respectfully and led them into the house.

The space inside the house is spacious and bright, and every detail reveals the owner's taste and care.

The furniture is arranged in an orderly manner, which is both elegant and full of the breath of life.

There are several exquisite paintings hanging on the wall, each of which seems to tell a story, making people stop and appreciate them involuntarily.

Through these arrangements, it is not difficult to see the lady's pursuit and love of beauty.

Olier stood quietly at the window, his eyes crossing the vast granite-dotted swamp that seemed to stretch to the end of the world.

The sunlight sprinkled dappled on the land, covering the hard and indifferent rocks with a soft golden glow, but it could not completely conceal the loneliness and desolation they exuded.

The ups and downs of the swamp, like the surging waves in the sea, spread endlessly to the distant horizon. Every ups and downs seems to tell an unknown story, which arouses people's imagination.

Olier's heart couldn't help but be filled with ripples. He wondered secretly, what on earth was the reason that made this gentleman with profound knowledge and that lady with extraordinary temperament choose such a seemingly desolate and isolated place as their residence?

Is there any unknown secret hidden behind this, or is it their unique pursuit of a certain philosophy of life?

"Well, it's a very special location, isn't it?" Mr. Scotch seemed to see through the doubts in Oriel's mind. He spoke in a relaxed and slightly self-deprecating tone, as if responding to Oriel's unspoken question.

"But you know, Dr. O'Leary, it is this difference that makes our lives full of special fun and satisfaction."

Hearing this, Luna forced a smile, which contained some subtle complex emotions.

"Yes, very happy." She answered softly, but her tone revealed an indescribable reluctance and melancholy, as if the word "happy" did not come from her true feelings in the deepest part of her heart.

Mr. Scotch sighed softly and continued, "I once founded a school in the north. It was a temple full of dreams and hopes."

"There, I devoted myself to imparting knowledge, living with a group of energetic young people, and shaping their hearts with my character and ideals."

“Although the job may seem a bit boring to someone like me, every time I see the sparkle of knowledge in the students’ eyes and their gradual growth under my guidance, I feel that it is all worth it.”

However, fate always seems to play jokes on people.

A sudden infectious disease enveloped the entire school like a dark cloud, taking away three young lives and completely destroying the school that was once full of laughter and joy.

Mr. Scotch's hard work and dreams seemed to have vanished at that moment.

He lost the opportunity to spend every day with those lovely children, and even more so, he lost the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction as an educator.

The loss of funds might be just a material blow to him, but the psychological trauma he suffered could never be compensated.

However, as the saying goes, "Misfortune may turn out to be a blessing in disguise", Mr. Scourge and Miss Luna found new solace in this seemingly desolate swamp.

They have a strong interest in zoology and botany, and this place is a natural treasure trove containing countless mysteries waiting for them to explore and discover.

They strolled hand in hand through the swamps, observing the peculiar creatures and plants, recording their living habits and growth patterns, and enjoying the tranquility and harmony bestowed upon them by nature.

"Dr. O'Leary, I believe you have already felt my love and persistence for nature from our conversation," Mr. Scotch said with a smile.

"When you looked out the window at the moor, your focused and thoughtful expression told me everything."

"Yes, life here may be a little boring for Luna, but for me, it is a world full of fun and surprises."

“We have found our own happiness and satisfaction here.”

Hearing this, Luna looked at Mr. Scourge tenderly, her eyes sparkling with gratitude and happiness.

"No, brother, I am never bored," she said firmly.

"Because this swamp holds our common dreams and pursuits. Every day here is so fulfilling and beautiful."

Mr. Scotch's words were filled with an indescribable warmth and expectation. He continued softly, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility in the air: "Indeed, in this cottage full of stories, we have not only treasured countless books, each of which carries the weight of knowledge, but also poured in our countless days and nights of research efforts."

"When it comes to our neighbor, Dr. James, he is simply a shining pearl in that field. He has wisdom and knowledge, and people can't help but respect him."

"As for Uncle Jack, he is such a kind soul. Although fate played a big joke on him, his existence always brings us warmth and strength. We not only understand him, but also miss him deeply. That kind of emotion is like aged wine, which becomes more mellow as time goes by."

Upon hearing this, Dr. O'Leary smiled knowingly, and his voice was gentle and encouraging: "Mr. Scotch, I firmly believe that when you step into Sir Jack's residence and bring your care and greetings, he will surely smile for the first time in a long time, which is the best response to your kindness."

Mr. Scotch's eyes sparkled with excitement. He seemed to have seen the warm scene of reuniting with his old friend. He excitedly suggested, "In that case, please convey my thoughts to him and tell him that I plan to visit him soon. Perhaps, when he has not yet fully adapted to this new environment, we can be his solid support and use our company to dispel his loneliness and anxiety."

"And speaking of company, Dr. O'Leary, would you like to come upstairs with me to see my carefully collected lepidopteran specimens? They are the result of my years of hard work. Every wing records the wonders and mysteries of nature. I believe that among my peers in the southwest of England, my collection is unique and the most complete."

"When you have savored the beauty of nature, lunch at home will be ready. We can continue to have in-depth communication while enjoying the food."

However, Dr. O'Leary was concerned about another responsibility. He shook his head slightly, his eyes showing a hint of apology and determination: "Mr. Scotch, I am deeply honored by your invitation, but at this moment, I must return as soon as possible. My clients are waiting for me, and their needs are as important to me as a ray of sunshine in this gloomy weather."

"As for your insect kingdom, I believe I will have the opportunity to appreciate it in the future. I can't wait to witness the shock and beauty of nature with my own eyes."

After saying this, Dr. O'Leary set off on his journey home. The winding path overgrown with weeds looked particularly quiet and mysterious in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The chill of the swamp and the tragedy that had occurred not long ago, like a thin mist, enveloped his heart and made his steps heavier.

In particular, the unfortunate death of the innocent pony and the horror legend closely associated with Sir Jack's hound kept echoing in his mind, adding a bit of uneasiness and worry.

The sunlight shines through the sparse leaves, casting mottled shadows, adding a touch of mystery to this quiet afternoon.

In such an atmosphere, Dr. O'Leary unexpectedly met Miss Luna again. She was like an unexpected elf, sitting quietly beside the path ahead, on a stone that had been polished round by time.

Miss Luna's long pink hair swayed gently in the breeze, as if blending with the surrounding pink flowers, adding a touch of softness and fantasy.

Two red clouds appeared on her cheeks due to the intense exercise just now, which is the most moving sign of youth and health.

She placed her hands lightly on her waist, her posture showing a hint of panting that had not yet completely dissipated, which made her look even more delicate and charming.

"Oh, Dr. O'Leary, you really surprise me!" Miss Luna's tone was filled with surprise and haste.