New ink fragrance in old times

Lin Sizhe nodded: "I understand, Dad."

Lin Mo felt like he had been dealt a heavy blow. Why didn't the Lin family members worry about his aunt at all? Everyone was busy doing their own things, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Sixuan and Lin Siyuan walked into the yard side by side, with ease and joy on their faces.

They found a sunny spot to sit down, feeling the comfort of the warm sunshine on their bodies.

Everywhere you look, you can see Lin Sizhe, Tang Qing, Tang Shan and other children playing and having fun in the yard, with constant laughter and joy, adding a bit of vitality and energy to this quiet time.

The two sat quietly, watching them play. After a while, Lin Sixuan stood up and walked towards Lin Sizhe and the others.

"Okay, Shiro, how's your memorization going?"

Lin Sixuan stood not far from Lin Sizhe. His voice was gentle and powerful, like a warm current that instantly penetrated the children's laughter and attracted everyone's attention.

Lin Sizhe, Tang Qing, Tang Shan and others stopped the games in their hands. They were either squatting or standing, with nervous and expectant expressions on their faces, as if they were about to face an important exam.

The sunlight shining on them added a bit of warmth and vitality to the tense atmosphere.

Lin Sixuan walked slowly to Lin Sizhe and patted him on the shoulder gently, his eyes full of encouragement and expectation.

"Shiro, you go first."

Lin Sixuan's voice was like a spring breeze, gentle yet firm.

Lin Sizhe was a little hesitant. He looked up at Lin Sixuan with a cunning look in his eyes, trying to bargain.

"Brother, can I play for a while and recite it later?"

There was a hint of coquettishness in Lin Sizhe's voice, and he was obviously trying to avoid the upcoming recitation check.

Lin Sixuan looked at Lin Sizhe steadily, with a look that contained both sternness and care.

"What do you think?"

Lin Sizhe: “I think it’s feasible.”

Lin Sixuan knew Lin Sizhe's cleverness and playfulness very well. He smiled slightly, with an unquestionable firmness in his tone:

"Silang, you only regret not having read enough when you need it. Now is the time to accumulate knowledge. Come, recite it to me first."

Seeing this, Lin Sizhe knew that bargaining would be futile, so he sighed helplessly and began to recite today's content.

Although his voice was a little trembling, every word he said was clear and powerful, and he was obviously trying his best to demonstrate what he had learned.

When the other children saw Lin Sizhe start to recite, they stopped playing and stood aside, listening quietly, their faces full of nervousness and anticipation.

Lin Mo found it a little funny looking at Lin Sizhe and the others scratching their heads.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, dappling onto Lin Mo's body, bringing a hint of unreal warmth. Lin Mo's eyelids gradually grew heavy, as if pulled by an invisible force. The more he basked in the sun, the more sleepiness he felt.

The thing in his hand accidentally slipped to the ground, making a slight noise, but Lin Mo had no time to care. He just yawned instinctively, with a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.

I muttered to myself: "It really is true that old saying: Spring brings sleepiness, Autumn brings fatigue, Summer brings naps, and Winter brings sleepless nights. I'll be fine if I just take a nap now."

Lin Mo's eyelids finally couldn't resist the invasion of sleepiness, and slowly closed, and his body relaxed, as if the whole world had quieted down.

His breathing gradually became steady and long. In his dream, he seemed to have returned to the place he had been longing for.

I don’t know how long it took, but when Lin Mo opened his eyes again, it was dark all around. The afterglow of the sunset had long disappeared, replaced by the quiet arrival of night.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden darkness. The room was filled with a faint musty smell, mixed with the occasional night breeze from the window, bringing a hint of coolness.

Lin Mo then realized that this was not the familiar bed, and the room was not his own room. The surrounding environment was strange yet familiar, and an inexplicable panic began to spread in his heart.

"Where...is this?"

Lin Mo secretly exclaimed in his heart, and countless possible scenes flashed through his mind, but each one seemed incompatible with the scene before him.

He groped his way out of bed carefully. The wooden floor under his feet creaked slightly, which was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

Lin Mo's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up, and his palms began to sweat slightly.

In the darkness, Lin Mo walked slowly along the wall, each step filled with caution and uneasiness. Finally, he walked out of the door, and the scene before him made him breathe a sigh of relief. This was still the Lin family courtyard.

Lin Mo felt relieved and murmured to himself, "It's okay, it's okay. We're still in the Lin family compound. It's not a strange place."

The moonlight shines through the clouds, casting mottled light and shadows, casting a mysterious veil over this familiar place.

Lin Mo returned to his room and found it empty, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss.

"It's so late, where is everyone going?"

He stood in front of the window, looking at the starry sky outside that he had looked up at countless times, feeling mixed emotions.

Perhaps it was because the dream just now was too real, or perhaps it was because the feeling of loneliness at the moment was too strong, Lin Mo actually missed everyone in the Lin family.

Lin Mo lay on his little bed, trying to fall asleep again, but found that he couldn't sleep peacefully at this moment. So, he simply put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

With a creak, the kitchen door slowly opened in the night wind, and a warm and familiar breath blew in, dispelling the chill around Lin Mo.

He walked into the kitchen with slightly heavy steps. The firewood in the house was burning brightly, and the orange-yellow flames reflected on everyone's face, making it look particularly warm.

Han Suniang was busy adding firewood to the fire. The firelight reflected on her face, adding a bit of tenderness to her smile.

Suddenly, she saw Lin Mo walk in from outside. She quickly put down her work and asked with concern, "Sanlang is awake. Did you sleep well?"

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment, and glanced around the room, only then he realized that the Lin family members were sitting around the fire, chatting or playing, a warm and harmonious scene.

Tang Shan waved at him excitedly, the smile on his face as warm and bright as the sunshine in winter: "Cousin, you slept for a long time, we were all worried that you were sick."

Lin Mo suddenly realized that he had slept for a whole day without realizing it. He scratched his head, a look of embarrassment on his face: "Hey, I don't know what happened."

Han Suniang: "Sanlang, are you hungry?"

Lin Mo only then felt his stomach was empty. He scratched his head embarrassedly: "Ah? Mom."

Lin Xiya jokingly said, "Sister-in-law, I think Sanlang is sleepy and hungry. He can't even speak clearly."

Everyone started laughing, and the atmosphere became lighthearted and cheerful. Lin Mo was also infected by the laughter, and his mood gradually relaxed.

Lin Xuejin beckoned him over: "Come and warm yourself by the fire. Your hands and feet are freezing."

"Okay, Dad."

Lin Mo nodded and obediently walked to the fire and sat down. The firelight reflected on his face, bringing a hint of warmth and dispelling the chill in his heart.

He felt the warmth of the fire, and a warm current surged in his heart, as if all his fatigue and sleepiness had dissipated with the warm fire.

Zhao Yue'e said with concern, "Sanlang, when you feel sleepy next time, go to sleep in the house. If your uncle hadn't found you sleeping in the yard today and carried you into the house, you would have caught a cold."

Lin Mo then remembered that he woke up in an unfamiliar room. It turned out that his uncle had carried him into the room. He looked at Lin Xuebo gratefully and said, "Thank you, uncle."

Lin Xuebo waved his hand and said with a smile, "Sanlang, I think you're too tired lately. You don't have to help me tomorrow. Go wherever you want to play and take a break."

Lin Sizhe, who was standing by, lit up his eyes when he heard this, as if he saw the dawn of hope.

He looked at Lin Xuebo, his tone filled with anticipation: "Uncle, what about me? Can I take a day off too?"

Lin Xuebo smiled and nodded, his tone full of pampering: "Of course, you all take a day off. You have all been tired during this period."

Lin Sizhe laughed happily, as if he had received the most precious gift in the world: “Okay.”

The other children joined in, and the whole kitchen was filled with laughter.