New ink fragrance in old times

It was around three quarters past three in the morning. A faint crescent still hung in the sky, and the stars were sparse yet twinkling with a tranquil light. Though the night was deep, the dawn was already hinting. In the Lin family's courtyard, a dim oil lamp swayed gently in the breeze, emitting a warm and faint light, illuminating the busy figure of Old Mrs. Lin.

She first woke up the women in the family with a gentle voice. Shen and Lu quickly took action, preparing breakfast and helping to pack their luggage.

Then, Mrs. Lin knocked on the doors of her three sons one by one. Her tone was filled with unquestionable determination and deep maternal love: "My children, although it is still dark, the early bird catches the worm. Eat your meal while it is hot. Let's get going early to avoid being scorched by the sun."

The familiar and slightly hurried voice of Old Lady Lin woke up her three sleeping sons. They quickly got up, washed up briefly, and sat around the dining table.

Han woke up Lin Mo beside her, dressed him neatly, and carefully fed him a small bowl of warm porridge.

Lin Xuebao had already led the donkey into the yard. He carefully checked the donkey's condition to make sure it was in good spirits.

Lin Xuejin was busy putting the reins on the donkey and checking the firmness of the shaft and wheels one by one, not missing any details and striving to be foolproof.

Lin Xueqin gently picked up the still dazed Lin Mo and wrapped him tightly with soft bedding. Lin Xueqin carefully picked up the still dazed Lin Mo and wrapped him carefully with soft bedding, fearing that a slight cold wind could disturb this small body.

Shen and Lu were also busy. They quickly spread thick mattresses on the donkey cart to provide a comfortable seat for their family members on the long journey.

Then, they loaded the dry food, clean water, and fodder for the donkeys that they had prepared in advance onto the car one by one to ensure that they had everything they needed for the journey.

Before leaving, Mrs. Lin took out a tightly wrapped handkerchief from her clothes and solemnly handed it to Lin Xueqin, her eyes full of worry: "You are the eldest son in the family. You must look after your brothers on the road, take good care of yourself and Sanlang, and return safely."

After a series of warnings and instructions, Lin Xueqin, Lin Xuejin and Lin Xuebao took Lin Mo away.

The other members of the Lin family stood at the door for a long time, watching them leave. Only when the familiar figure completely disappeared from their sight did they reluctantly turn back to the house.

Everyone was eating breakfast at the table. Old Master Lin sat at the head of the table. He looked around and spoke slowly, "The crops in the fields wait for no one. During the autumn harvest, every moment is crucial. After dinner, Han, you will stay home to take care of the housework and keep an eye on the children. Don't let them run around. Everyone else, follow me to the fields to harvest the corn."

Upon hearing this, a flicker of gratitude and apology crossed Han's face. She gently stroked her still-unpregnant belly. She had indeed felt somewhat overwhelmed these past few days, but at this moment, her father-in-law's thoughtfulness warmed her heart. She quickly nodded and agreed, "Okay, Dad. Don't worry, I'll take good care of the family."

Shen and Lu also agreed without any objection. After all, Han was pregnant and had been exhausted these past few days. She needed a break. Besides, they had already planted so much land and had already been delayed for several days. They couldn't afford to delay any longer.

After the meal, Han began to clean up the dishes, while the others put on their backpacks and prepared to go to the fields.

At about noon, the sun gradually filled the streets of the town, covering this quiet morning with a warm golden hue.

After more than an hour's journey, Lin Xuejin and his group finally arrived in the town. Although they occasionally met a few early risers along the way, the streets generally seemed relatively empty.

In front of the clinic, although the door had not yet opened, more than a dozen patients and their families had gathered here early and were waiting in line.

Lin Xueqian watched the scene, his heart aching with anxiety, yet his face remained calm. He patted Lin Xuebo on the shoulder, his eyes filled with trust and entrustment. "Third brother, you stay here and take care of the donkey cart and luggage. We'll go get in line. If anything happens, just call us."

Lin Xuebao gladly accepted the task. He patted his chest and assured confidently, "Don't worry, big brother! If you get tired of lining up, call me and I'll take your place."

After saying that, he walked to a shady place nearby, tied up the donkey properly, and found a comfortable place to sit down, his eyes occasionally glancing in the direction of Lin Xueqin and Lin Xuejin.

As the sun rose higher, the temperature soared like a blazing fire, filling the air with an indescribable oppressive heat. The previously barely maintained order among the queued crowd began to break, and expressions of impatience and fatigue gradually appeared on people's faces.

Lin Xuejin stood in the queue, sweat dripping down his forehead. He secretly thanked God that he had arrived early. There were only two or three people left in front of him, and it would soon be his turn.

During this long wait, Lin Mo was in a daze. He seemed to be in a hazy dream, and everything around him became distant and blurry.

At this moment, a warm and gentle hand touched his wrist, pulling him back to reality from his dream.

Lin Mo tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt like they were being weighed down by a thousand-pound stone and he couldn't lift them up.

His body was so weak that even breathing became extremely difficult. With his tenacious willpower, he finally managed to open his eyes a crack, and the scene before him gradually became clearer.

He saw a kind-faced old man in a long robe sitting opposite him, his eyes closed, his brow slightly furrowed, concentrating on feeling his pulse. The old man's fingers gently pulsed on his wrist, each touch seeming to explore the secrets within him.

After a moment, the old man slowly opened his eyes, touched his beard and said, "Judging from his pulse, he is not seriously injured." This sentence was like a thunderclap, which made Lin Mo completely sober.

Lin Mo began to get nervous, fearing that his secret of pretending to have amnesia would be discovered.

"Why have I been sleeping and not waking up? Could it be that they discovered something?" Lin Mo speculated in his heart.

However, what he didn't know was that Han was actually worried that he would be stimulated again after waking up, which would aggravate his condition, so she fed him calming soup every once in a while so that he could rest in peace.

"Lin kid, don't be nervous." The old man seemed to see Lin Mo's uneasiness and tried to comfort him.

"Mr. Song, when Sanlang woke up, he didn't remember anyone. What happened?" Lin Xuejin's voice was filled with anxiety that was hard to conceal. His eyes fell on Lin Mo from time to time, full of heartache.

Old Song's eyes were gentle but deep. He gently pressed Lin Mo's wrist, his brows furrowed, as if he was feeling something.

"How strange! I've been practicing medicine for decades and have seen many difficult and complicated cases, but a case like Sanlang's, where he completely loses his memory after waking up, is indeed quite rare."