New ink fragrance in old times

Lin Mo squatted quietly aside, his eyes fixed on Tang Qing.

Tang Qing was keeping his head down and silent, as if thinking about something. Lin Mo was filled with emotion.

There's a saying that goes, "Parents think deeply about their children." I truly experienced this today.

At this time, Tang Zhi and others came to the backyard and their eyes were attracted by a newly made wooden door.

The door had smooth lines and intricate carvings, exuding a simple yet elegant air. He examined it carefully, a look of surprise gradually appearing on his face. He turned to Lin Xuebo, who was warming himself by the fire, and said,

"Chuanzi, did you make this? Your craftsmanship is really good, comparable to that of the old carpenter in town."

Lin Xuebo scratched his head in embarrassment, a blush spreading across his face. He responded modestly:

"Uncle, you're too kind. I've only just started my apprenticeship, and my skills are still rudimentary. I still have a lot to learn."

Tang Zhi patted Lin Xuebo on the shoulder and said with a smile, "It's good for young people to be humble, but they shouldn't underestimate themselves. I think with your skills, you will be able to stand on your own in time. Come on, take me around and show me the other things you've made."

As the group walked and chatted, Tang Zhi expressed a keen interest in every detail of the house. He would occasionally stop to examine the wall hangings, or walk into the rooms to take in the layout. Lin Xuebao patiently explained, a look of pride evident from time to time.

After the visit, Tang Zhi seemed to still be a little reluctant to leave.

He took Lin Xuebo's hand and said, "Chuanzi, when we came here just now, your mother told us that the meal would be ready soon and asked us to come and call you to eat. Come on, let's not stand here anymore, let's go to the front yard."

"Okay, uncle."

Lin Xuebao nodded and went to the front yard with Tang Zhi.

In the kitchen, Tang Zhi was full of praise when he saw Lin Xuebao set up a large foldable round table.

"This table is so cleverly designed. It's both practical and space-saving. Who came up with this idea?"

Lin Xuebao smiled innocently and scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Uncle, actually, this is something I made on a whim. I didn't expect it to be so useful."

After hearing this, Tang Zhi nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of admiration: "Chuanzi, you have a really bright brain. You will become a great man in the future."

Lin Xuebao smiled modestly: "Uncle, you're too kind. I'm just a country boy, and I'm satisfied just to be able to make something practical."

At this time, Zhao Yue'e came over and heard Tang Zhi's praise. She smiled and said, "Brother, don't praise him, otherwise his tail will be lifted up to the sky."

After dinner, Tang Zhi was still thinking about the big round table.

He walked around the round table from time to time, sometimes stroking the surface, feeling its delicacy and solidity; sometimes carefully examining its structure, trying to understand its ingenuity.

Zhao Yue'e understood what was happening and said to Tang Zhi with a smile, "Brother, if you really like this table, I'll have my third brother make another one and send it to you."

When Tang Zhi heard this, he quickly waved his hand and refused: "How can this be so embarrassing? It's too much trouble. You've already been so polite, how can I still ask for your things."

Lin Xuebao took over the conversation readily: "Uncle, don't be polite. It's just a table, I can make it quickly. When the time comes, I will personally deliver it to you, and you can just wait and enjoy it."

Hearing this, Tang Zhi smiled from ear to ear and said repeatedly, "Okay, okay, then I'll wait to enjoy your blessing. It's really my blessing to have a nephew like you."

Lin Xuebo: "Uncle, what are you talking about?"

Before leaving, Tang Zhi took Lin Wenhong's hand, and the two stood in the yard. Their eyes met, filled with years of accumulation and deep friendship.

Tang Zhi said earnestly, "Wenhong, remember what we said before. Don't worry about the Tang family. With me here, Yaya and the others won't let anyone bully them. I'll do my best to take care of this matter."

Lin Wenhong held Tang Zhi's hand tightly, his eyes full of sincerity: "Brother Zhi, we are relieved to have you around."

Tang Ming looked gently at Lin Xiya who was standing beside him, his eyes firm and affectionate.

He took a step forward and said softly but firmly, "My lady, don't worry. I will resolve all the issues and give you an explanation before the winter solstice at the latest. I, Tang Ming, will never let you down in this life."

Lin Xiya looked at Tang Ming, nodded slightly, and said softly: "I'll wait for you."

The three children, Tang Qing, Tang Xin and Tang Shan, surrounded Tang Ming, their eyes full of reluctance.

Tang Shan and Tang Xin clung to Tang Ming's legs tightly, as if they were afraid that he would disappear in the next second.

"Dad, don't leave."

Tang Shan said in a crying voice, his little face full of attachment.

Although Tang Qing has a steady personality, his eyes are full of reluctance at this moment.

Tang Lin seemed to realize that her father was about to leave. She pulled Tang Ming's hair with her little hands, her eyes full of tears, but she tried hard not to cry out loud.

Tang Ming looked at his children and comforted them softly, "Daddy will come to take you home soon. You must listen to Mom and Uncle at home, okay?"

Tang Xin and Tang Shan turned their heads away and refused to listen. Tang Ming sighed and looked at Tang Qing: "Qing'er, you are the older brother. Listen to Daddy. You have to protect Mom and your brothers and sisters. Do you understand?"

Although Tang Qing was reluctant, he nodded after being comforted by Tang Ming: "I understand, Dad."

At this time, Zhao Yue'e brought out a basket of vegetables grown at home and a small bag of carefully packaged potato starch from the kitchen and handed it to Tang Zhi:

"Brother, these are a little gift from us. Take them home and try them. They are all grown in our own fields and are very fresh."

Tang Zhi quickly declined: "Sister-in-law, no need, we have enough at home. You can keep it for yourself."

Zhao Yue'e insisted, "We're family, so just take it. Come over often when you have time. The more our two families visit each other, the stronger our family bond will be."

As she said that, she stuffed the thing into Tang Zhi's hand without saying anything.

Seeing this, Tang Zhi couldn't refuse any more, so he smiled and said, "Then I'll respectfully obey your command. Thank you very much. I know your cooking skills."

Everything was ready. Tang Ming said goodbye to Lin Wenhong and Zhao Yue'e again: "Dad and Mom, I'm going back with my uncle. Take care of yourselves."

Lin Xuebo stood aside, his brows furrowed, and he warned Tang Ming seriously: "You kid, remember what you said, you have to solve this matter quickly, otherwise I will not let you go."

He raised his fist as he spoke.

Tang Ming's lips curled up into a smile, pretending to be angry: "You little brat, you have no respect for your age. I'm your brother-in-law, how dare you talk like that?"

Lin Xuebo didn't buy it. He crossed his arms and said with disdain, "Let's talk about it after you've resolved the problem."

Then he whispered, "Whether or not he can become my brother-in-law is another matter."

Just as the two of them were interacting with each other and the atmosphere was becoming slightly subtle, Lin Xiya coughed lightly. Although the sound was soft, it was like an invisible command, causing Lin Xuebo to immediately restrain his expression.

He touched the back of his head, a hint of embarrassment flashing in his eyes.

Tang Ming smiled and patted Lin Xuebo's shoulder with moderate force: "Don't worry, brother-in-law, I will definitely take care of everything as soon as possible."

Lin Xuebao originally wanted to dodge Tang Ming's hand, but under the attack of Lin Xiya's eyes that were full of majesty yet gentle, he finally endured it and did not resist.

He nodded and said reluctantly: "Okay, I believe you this time."

Lin Mo stood aside, watching the scene quietly, feeling a mix of emotions in his heart.

"This is the bloodline suppression that cannot be escaped anywhere."

Lin Mo felt both emotional and envious.

He thought about how he was alone in a strange world, and he missed home and couldn't help feeling a little lonely.

At this moment, watching the interaction between this family, an idea came to Lin Mo's mind, and then he shook his head.

"What am I thinking? I'm so overconfident and so unrealistic."

Lin Mo suppressed the unrealistic fantasies in his heart.

Turning his head to look to the side, Lin Mo's eyes fell on Tang Qing, who was standing there, staring blankly at the direction where Tang Ming left.

Lin Mo sighed softly, and his steps involuntarily walked towards Tang Qing and stood beside him.

Lin Mo looked at Tang Qing's slightly lonely figure, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start. In the end, he could only say a simple sentence:

"Cousin, have you memorized today's Analects?"