New ink fragrance in old times

Brothers Lin Mo and Lin Sixuan sat in the house. The sunlight shone through the window lattice and onto the carved wooden table, creating mottled light and shadow. Time seemed to slow down and stretch out at this moment.

The two of them occasionally picked up their teacups and took a sip, looking outside the door from time to time, but there was no sign of Old Lady Lin and Lin Xiya.

Lin Mo was feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach at the moment, but because he was in someone else's house, he couldn't move around easily.

He gently tugged at Lin Sixuan's sleeve, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of anxiety: "Brother, why haven't grandma and aunt come back yet?"

Lin Sixuan turned his head, his eyes full of tenderness. He gently patted the back of Lin Mo's hand to comfort him and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Sanlang. Grandmother and Auntie haven't seen each other for a long time, so naturally there are many intimate things to talk about."

Lin Mo nodded when he heard this, but the anxiety in his eyes had not completely disappeared.

He secretly glanced outside the door, then looked at Lin Sixuan, and finally couldn't help but say: "But brother, I really feel a little..."

At this point, he lowered his head in embarrassment, and his voice became much softer. "I... I drank a little too much water."

Lin Sixuan was stunned and couldn't help laughing.

He stood up and reached out to rub Lin Mo's hair: "Sanlang, come with me."

Looking at the dry toilet in his aunt's house, Lin Mo gritted his teeth and held his breath.

Lin Mo slowly followed Lin Sixuan into the house and found that Old Lady Lin and Lin Xiya were already sitting in the room.

Old Mrs. Lin looked up, her eyes filled with kindness and inquiry: "Where did you two brothers go for a stroll?"

When Lin Mo heard this, his heart tightened, and a feeling of embarrassment spread in his chest.

He secretly glanced at Lin Sixuan, only to see that the other party looked indifferent, as if he had no intention of speaking.

Lin Mo took a deep breath and decided to handle this sudden question himself: "Oh, we... just went out for a walk and get some fresh air."

Old Mrs. Lin nodded without further investigation.

Changing the subject, Old Lady Lin turned her attention to Lin Xiya: "It's getting late. Dalang, Sanlang, and I are planning to go to your sister's house to discuss some things. Don't forget what I mentioned to you."

Lin Xiya became serious and nodded gently: "Don't worry, mother, I remember it. You, Dalang and Sanlang, be careful on the road. I will find a chance to tell my mother-in-law."

Mrs. Lin patted Lin Xiya's hand and said, "We can't force you to do this. You should do it according to your ability, okay?"

Lin Xiya smiled and replied, "Mom, I know my limits."

Mother and daughter looked at each other and smiled.

Old Mrs. Lin patted the back of Lin Xiya's hand gently, her eyes full of satisfaction: "Good child, I knew you were sensible. Then we will leave first, and you should take good care of yourself and the children at home."

As she spoke, Old Lady Lin stood up, picked up her backpack, and said to Lin Mo and Lin Sixuan, "Da Lang, San Lang, let's go."

Seeing this, Lin Mo and Lin Sixuan quickly stood up, picked up their bags, and left with Old Lady Lin.

Lin Xiya sent the three of them out of the yard: "Mom, Dalang, Sanlang, be careful on the road." Lin Xiya's voice was full of concern and reluctance.

Mrs. Lin stopped and looked back at Lin Xiya, her eyes full of love and reluctance: "Just send her here. You can go back soon."

Lin Xiya's eyes were slightly red and her voice was a little choked, but she still tried hard to control her emotions and not let the tears fall.

"Mom, you must take care of yourself. When I'm free, I'll go see you and Dad."

Lin Xiya's voice was a little choked, but she still tried to make herself look strong.

Old Mrs. Lin smiled slightly, that smile showing both relief and reluctance. Tears glistened in her eyes, as if to say, "Good child, mother knows how you feel. You must take good care of yourself and don't make mother worry."

Between mother and daughter, there is no need for many words, they can understand each other's intentions with just one look.

Then, Lin Xiya turned her gaze to Lin Sixuan and Lin Mo. Her eyes showed both the majesty of an elder and the tenderness of a relative.

"Da Lang, as the elder brother, you have to take good care of San Lang on the road, okay?"

Lin Sixuan nodded: "Don't worry, aunt, I will take good care of Sanlang."

Lin Xiya turned to Lin Mo again, her eyes softening a bit. "Sanlang, you have to listen to your big brother and grandma on the way, okay? Don't be naughty and be obedient."

Lin Mo chuckled: "Aunt, I'll remember. I will listen to my brother and grandma, and I will miss you too."

Old Mrs. Lin and Lin Xiya, mother and daughter, exchanged glances again and left.

Lin Xiya watched Mrs. Lin, Lin Mo, and Lin Sixuan walk away until their backs disappeared from her sight.

"Your aunt's house is in front." Old Mrs. Lin said, pointing to a house in front.

Lin Mo looked in the direction that Old Lady Lin pointed, and sighed in his heart that it turned out that his eldest aunt's house and his younger aunt's house were so close to each other, only about ten minutes away.

Lin Mo couldn't help but think of the distance between his home and his second grandfather's home. In comparison, his two aunts' homes were closer.

At this moment, Lin Mo felt an unprecedented sense of closeness and convenience. He imagined the scene of meeting his aunt and her family later, and his heart was filled with anticipation and curiosity.

Lin Mo's steps became lighter. He followed Old Lady Lin and Lin Sixuan and set off on the road to his aunt's house.

"Mom!" A crisp call suddenly rang in Lin Mo's ears. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man walking towards him with a child in his arms, a happy smile on his face.

Lin Mo's heart moved slightly, thinking that he was calling someone else, but when he looked around, he found that there were no other older women around.

The young man walked closer and closer, and the "mother" he shouted was obviously directed at Old Mrs. Lin.

Lin Mo then realized that this might be the uncle-in-law that Dalang mentioned. He looked at the young man who appeared suddenly with curiosity.

"Mom, you're here! That's great! Why didn't you send someone a message so I could come pick you up?"

Zhai Hao had a smile on his face as he quickly walked to the side of Old Lady Lin, gently rocking the child in his arms. The little guy seemed very excited as well, waving his hands in the air.

Old Mrs. Lin looked at her grandson lovingly and said softly, "It's only a few steps, we can walk. But why did you bring the child out as well? It's so windy out today, don't let the child catch a cold."

Hearing this, Zhai Hao's smile widened as he explained, "Mom, I saw he was awake, so I thought of taking him out to get some fresh air and some sunshine. Don't worry, I've wrapped him up tightly, so he won't catch a cold."

As he spoke, he also showed the child the small blanket that was wrapped tightly around him.

Old Mrs. Lin looked at her grandson's rosy little face, her heart warmed, and she couldn't help but reach out and gently touch the child's head.

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The first volume of the time travel

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The author has something to say (you can skip it directly)

At this moment, the author's eyes fell on the computer in front of him. Unfinished text flashed on the screen, and each character seemed like the crystallization of the author's hard work.

Taking a deep breath, the author thought carefully and felt that using Chapter 100 as the ending of the first volume was indeed a good choice.

These one hundred chapters are the result of the author's painstaking efforts over countless days and nights. From the initial conception to the writing today, he has gone through countless struggles and adjustments before finally presenting such a story.

Now, choosing to end the first volume at this point is not only to give myself a chance to buffer and rest, but also to leave a deep impression and expectation on readers.

(I can’t edit it anymore)

In fact, the real reason for ending the first volume with Chapter 100 is that I have only written a hundred chapters, and the following content has not yet been written.

In other words, I don’t have any manuscripts anymore.

When I think about the fact that I have done nothing for the past month, I think that everything will be fine as long as I have saved some manuscripts. It is not impossible to start writing a day or two later. However, ideals are full, and reality is very skinny.

My heart is in turmoil and the night is long, but my pen is left with only a hundred chapters to go.

The war will continue tomorrow, my mind is in turmoil and my heart is frantic.

The dream is broken, the pen stops, and the love is hard to continue; the ink dries and the paper is white, leaving nothing but a vast void.

Searching for glimmers of light on the brink of collapse, I only hope that inspiration will soar again.

This absolutely fully reflects the author's inner thoughts at the moment.

The author will work hard on writing from now on.

Okay, let’s get back to the topic. Regarding my writing plan for this book, I originally expected it to be completed in about 40 words.

However, as the story progresses and the plot unfolds, more space may be needed to fully present the story.

Therefore, based on the current situation, the number of words in this book may be extended accordingly.

The author will try his best to ensure daily updates and not delay the manuscript.

During the creative process, the author always adheres to the concept of "slow work and fine work", and each character's appearance has its own unique significance. Therefore, the tone of this article will be relatively slow.

At the same time, the author would like to take this opportunity to assure you that every character in this article has its own meaning of existence, whether it is the protagonist or the supporting role, and all will be gradually explained in the subsequent stories.

The author always believes that the ancients may not have had as advanced technology as us, but they were very smart.

Let’s stop here for now.

Finally, I sincerely wish every reader that your life will be as poetic as a painting, every day will be filled with love and hope, your heart will always maintain that innocence and curiosity, and continue to pursue the infinite possibilities in life.

(Volume 2: Survival, Chapter 101 will be uploaded later)