New ink fragrance in old times

Before we knew it, the sky was turning pale, and the dawn was just breaking. The first ray of sunlight quietly peeked into the house through the window lattice, like gentle fingers, gently brushing away the chill of the night and bringing a touch of vitality to the quiet little house.

Lin Xuebao stood in the yard and shouted at the top of his voice: "Sanlang, Silang, get up and eat!"

However, the response he got was a lazy and vague voice coming from inside the house: "I'm here, uncle."

But then, he fell asleep again, and it seemed that the dream world was more attractive than reality.

Lin Xuebao shook his head helplessly and called out a few more times.

Helplessly, Lin Xuebao walked to the door and gently pushed it open. He saw Lin Mo and Lin Sizhe lying on the bed with their eyes closed and their breathing evenly and deeply.

He walked to the bed and patted Lin Mo's shoulder gently: "Sanlang, get up, the sun is shining on your butt."

Lin Mo opened his eyes drowsily, glanced out the window, and quickly closed them again. He turned over and covered his head with the quilt: "Uncle, let me sleep a little longer, I'm so sleepy."

Lin Sizhe was also woken up. He rubbed his eyes, sat up and looked at Lin Xuebao.

Finally, the two rubbed their eyes and walked into the kitchen in a daze.

The table was filled with delicious fish and meat, and the aroma filled the air. Lin Mo looked at the sumptuous dishes in front of him and couldn't help but wonder: When did my family become so wealthy? Never mind, let's eat first.

Lin Mo picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish, and began to eat it with relish.

At this time, Zhao Yue'e walked in with a smile on her face and said happily: "Our Dalang has made great progress and passed the exam on the first try!"

Lin Mo's eyes lit up, he put down his chopsticks and asked excitedly, "Really? Grandma!"

Zhao Yue'e smiled and nodded: "Really, your elder brother did not let us down."

After hearing this, Lin Mo felt a surge of pride in his heart. It was really amazing.

However, this joy did not last long.

Lin Xuebo suddenly interrupted their casual chat, his tone a bit serious: "Sanlang, you have to work hard and memorize today's homework first."

Lin Mo responded. Although he was still a little sleepy, he managed to cheer himself up: "I know, uncle."

At this time, Lin Xuejin also walked into the kitchen, holding a bag of herbs in his hand, his brows furrowed, looking a little unhappy: "Sanlang, why didn't you dry the herbs I asked you to? If these herbs are left out for too long, their medicinal properties will be gone."

When Lin Mo heard this, his heart suddenly tightened.

He then remembered that he had indeed forgotten about drying the herbs last night because of playing games and dreaming. He lowered his head, not daring to look into Lin Xuejin's eyes, feeling a pang of regret.

Seeing this, Lin Xuebo's face darkened even further. "Sanlang, why are you always so careless? There are so many things to do at home, and you always forget things like this. How can this be okay? Hand me a hammer. I need to fix the fence in the yard."

Lin Mo walked around the house, searching through all the drawers and cabinets, but strangely, the hammer that was usually seen everywhere seemed to have disappeared out of thin air and could not be found anywhere.

He scratched his head awkwardly and said to Lin Xuebo, "Uncle, I can't find the hammer."

Lin Xuebao sighed helplessly, put down the dishes in his hands, and stood up to find a hammer.

As he searched, he instructed Lin Mo: "Go help somewhere else, don't get in the way here. See if there's anything you can help with, don't keep me worrying about it."

Lin Mo responded, but he felt even more depressed. He felt like he couldn't do anything right.

Lin Mo felt a little bloated, and since he was in a bad mood, he wanted to go to the bathroom. He just turned around to leave when Lin Xuejin stopped him.

"Sanlang, come here and give me a hand."

Lin Mo had no choice but to walk over, muttering to himself, "What's going on?"

Lin Xuejin asked him to help organize the medicinal herbs, but Lin Mo dealt with it absent-mindedly.

Suddenly, Lin Xuejin raised his head and stared at him with a sharp gaze: "Who are you? You are not Sanlang!"

Lin Mo was shocked when he heard this, and the herbs in his hand almost fell to the ground.

He looked at Lin Xuejin's unfamiliar eyes, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart. Had he been discovered?

Lin Mo asked nervously, "Dad, what's wrong with you? I'm Sanlang!"

Lin Xuejin seemed not to hear his words and continued to stare at him with that terrifying look. Lin Mo felt that he had become extremely scary, as if he were a stranger who made him feel strange and afraid. Suddenly, Lin Xuejin picked up the machete next to him.

Lin Mo didn't dare to stay for long and turned around and ran out of the house.

Along the way, his heart was pounding, and the strange words kept echoing in his mind. He didn't know how he was exposed, but he felt a chill from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He ran to the yard, breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down.

However, that feeling of fear was like an invisible hand, tightly strangling his throat. He didn't know what to do next and saw Lin Xuejin leave the house.

Lin Mo ran out of the yard in fear, his heart pounding as if it was about to jump out of his chest. He ran all the way, the wind whistling in his ears.

Suddenly, he bumped into Han Suniang who was walking towards him. Han Suniang looked anxious and her eyes were full of anger.

"Where did you take my son?"

Han Suniang asked sternly, clenching her fists tightly as if ready to attack at any moment.

Lin Mo was startled. He hurriedly dodged Han Suniang's attack and ran towards the village entrance while explaining: "It wasn't me, I didn't, I didn't know!"

However, Han Suniang refused to listen to his explanation and kept chasing him.

Lin Mo's stomach hurt more and more, and he had to slow down. He thought: Why not solve the physiological problem first, and then find a way to get rid of her.

Lin Mo had just arrived at the village stream and was about to relieve himself when he suddenly discovered that his reflection in the water had changed, as if it was not him.

He stared at his reflection in the water with his eyes wide open in horror. Suddenly, the reflection opened its mouth and uttered a low and strange voice: "Give me back my body."

Lin Mo was so frightened that he waded across the river without even pulling up his pants, trying to escape from this horrible place.

However, as soon as he got ashore, he met Lin Wenhong and Lin Wenru. Lin Mo was so scared that he didn't know where to run. He looked around, but saw only dense woods and steep hillsides all around.

He was so anxious that his foot slipped and he suddenly fell into the water. The cold river water instantly submerged him. He struggled and shouted, "Help!"

However, just when he was about to despair, he suddenly woke up.

It turned out that all this was just a dream. He lay on his bed, his clothes soaked with sweat, his heart beating like a drum, unable to calm down for a long time.

Han Suniang heard the noise and walked in, asking with concern, "Sanlang, what's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?"

Lin Mo shook his head, his expression still a little dazed: "Mom, I had a dream. I dreamed that you were chasing me."

Han Suniang's heart tightened, but then she smiled with relief: "Dreams are the opposite of reality, don't be afraid. Sanlang, have you been too tired recently?"

Lin Mo thought for a moment and said, "Maybe, Mom, I'm fine, don't worry."

Han Suniang touched Lin Mo's head and said gently, "I'm glad you're okay. Get up and eat. Everyone is waiting for you."

Lin Mo responded and got up from the bed.

Lin Mo was halfway through his meal when he suddenly felt the urge to urinate. He put down his chopsticks and said sheepishly, "Dad, I need to go to the bathroom."

Lin Xuejin looked up at him and said with concern, "Sanlang, I'll go with you."

Lin Mo felt warm in his heart and nodded: "Thank you, Dad."

The father and son walked through the yard and came to the toilet behind the house. After Lin Mo finished dealing with the major event in his life, he felt relieved. He looked up at the sky and thought that the weather was really good today.

However, this relief did not last long.

Lin Mo suddenly felt a surge of heat. He opened his eyes abruptly, only to find darkness all around him. He touched his forehead, which was covered in sweat, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

Lin Mo muttered to himself: "Am I still in a dream?"

He pinched himself suddenly, and the pain woke him up instantly: "It hurts so much, it seems that this is not a dream."

Lin Mo quickly got out of bed and groped his way to the toilet in the room.

He finished it in a hurry, breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to himself: That was a close call, I almost wet the bed.