New ink fragrance in old times

After a series of twists and turns, the Lin family's courtyard finally became like other neighbors. In the quiet morning light, warm smoke rose up, penetrated the winter chill, and spread to the surroundings.

Lin Mo was sitting at the slightly old but polished wooden table. On the table, bowls of steaming Laba porridge were emitting an enticing aroma.

In the Laba porridge, the radish is as white as jade, the red beans are as warm as fire, the mung beans are as fresh as water, the corn is golden and brilliant, the tofu is snow-white, and there are also the carefully cooked meat pieces...

They are intertwined with each other, colorful, red and green, like a carefully arranged painting, which is not only pleasing to the eyes but also a feast for the taste buds.

A thin layer of porridge oil floats on the surface of the porridge, shining with an attractive luster, which makes people happy at the sight.

Lin Mo gently picked up the bowl and blew on it cautiously a few times, trying to dispel the lingering hot air. His eyes revealed his anticipation and cherishment for this delicious food.

Then, he couldn't wait to bring a mouthful to his lips. At that moment, the aroma of the porridge instantly burst out in his mouth, the sweetness of the radish, the softness of the red beans, the refreshing taste of the mung beans, the freshness of the corn, and the mellowness of the meat... They blended together, yet each was independent, giving Lin Mo's taste buds an unprecedented feast.

Lin Mo lowered his head and ate spoonful after spoonful, as if he wanted to turn all the fatigue and difficulties during this period of time into appetite and devour them one by one.

Every bite was a release from the past, and a satisfied and happy smile gradually appeared on Lin Mo's face.

The aroma of porridge slowly permeated the air, and even time seemed to slow down. The air was filled with an indescribable warmth and tranquility.

The lingering fragrance of the porridge remained between Lin Mo's lips and teeth, making him forget all his worries at this moment. He just wanted to immerse himself in this simple and pure happiness, allowing his soul to find a moment of peace and comfort.

Lin Mo put down the bowl in his hand, a satisfied smile on his lips, and his stomach felt warm, as if a warm current was flowing slowly, dispelling the winter chill.

He burped softly, then touched his round belly with his hand, his face full of satisfaction.

Lying on the chair, Lin Mo leaned back slightly, as if he wanted to stay in this tranquility and warmth for a while longer, and was unwilling to get up immediately and leave this rare peace.

Seeing his son's expression, Lin Xuejin, who was standing by, smiled. But then, he gently reminded him, "Sanlang, sit down."

Hearing this, Lin Mo nodded and replied, "I understand, Dad."

Then he slowly moved his body. Although his movements were slow, every movement revealed his reluctance.

Shen Xin suddenly said, "You guys, go sit by the fire. We need to clear the table."

Lin Mo nodded again and responded, "I understand, aunt."

Lin Sizhe was lazily leaning back in his chair, his face filled with reluctance and helplessness. He patted his equally round belly and complained, "Mom, I'm so full, I don't want to move."

There was a bit of childishness and playfulness in his words, but it also made people laugh.

Shen Xin patted Lin Sizhe's head gently, her eyes full of doting and love. She smiled and said, "Silang, be obedient and go quickly."

Although Lin Sizhe was reluctant, he stood up slowly after his mother's persuasion, and walked lazily towards the fire beside him like a lazy cat that had just eaten.

Lin Mo sat by the fire, curled up slightly, enjoying the warmth brought by the jumping flames.

After eating and drinking, a wave of sleepiness came over him like a tide. He yawned involuntarily, and a hint of fatigue appeared in his eyes.

He laughed at himself in his heart: Lin Mo, ah Lin Mo, you have fallen, wanting to sleep after eating and drinking enough. However, this sleepiness made him unable to resist, as if the whole world became hazy and distant.

Just then, the snow outside the house gradually stopped, and the world covered in silver seemed particularly quiet and peaceful.

Lin Xuejin and Lin Xuebao, wearing thick cotton coats and holding shovels, began to shovel the accumulated snow in the yard.

Lin Sizhe felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach because he ate too much.

He sat by the fire, his brows furrowed, a look of discomfort written all over his little face.

Seeing this, Shen Xin patted him on the back and said with a gentle smile, "Silang, just go jump in the yard for a while."

Lin Sizhe's eyes lit up, as if he had found a way out.

After getting Shen Xin's permission, everyone rushed to the yard. In an instant, the quiet yard became lively.

Lin Sizhe, Lin Sinan, and Lin Siheng were playing and frolicking in the snow. They were either making incredibly large snowballs or chasing each other, their laughter echoing in the cold air, full of childlike innocence and joy.

Not to be outdone, the two little girls, Xing'er and Hua'er, diligently built snowmen in a corner of the yard. Their hands were red from the cold, but their faces were filled with smiles of satisfaction and joy. They competed to see whose snowman was the best, often drawing onlookers and comments.

Lin Mo squatted by the kitchen door, his eyes passing through the half-open door and falling on the snow-covered open space in the yard.

The snowflakes sparkled with crystal light in the sunlight, but also revealed a chill that made people involuntarily shrink their necks.

He looked at the mountain of snow and felt the cold wind seeping in from outside the door. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart and couldn't help shivering again.

Seeing their hands red from the cold, but still happily playing, I couldn't help but sigh: It's great to be young. This innocence and fearlessness are really enviable.

His eyes were full of tenderness and nostalgia, as if he had returned to his carefree and fearless childhood.

Suddenly, Lin Sizhe shouted to Lin Mo: "Third brother, come quickly, come quickly!"

His voice was full of anticipation and excitement, as if he had some important discovery to share with Lin Mo.

“This looks cold.”

Lin Mo muttered to himself, a hint of helplessness and self-mockery in his voice. Indeed, for someone who had grown accustomed to the warmth of the house, the cold outside was indeed quite a challenge. He shook his head, as if trying to dispel the chill from his mind, and at the same time, he called out to Lin Sizhe, who was having fun in the yard, "You guys go ahead and play, I'll be in later."

This sentence is both a response to Lin Sizhe and a comfort to myself.

In fact, Lin Mo knew in his heart that the reason he said this was more because he was afraid of the cold and didn't want to move.

He enviously watched the children running and playing carefree in the snow, but in his heart he was secretly glad that he had found an excuse of "coming back later" so that he could temporarily avoid the biting cold.

Lin Mo's gaze fell on the children again, watching them make snowballs and snowmen, occasionally hearing a few crisp laughter, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. This innocence and joy made him forget the cold for a moment, and also forget the laziness and escapism in his heart.

He secretly told himself that perhaps, when he got a little warmer, he should really go out for a walk and feel the joy and freedom that belonged to winter.

Lin Mo stood up, patted his clothes lightly, and walked into the kitchen. He planned to drink a glass of warm water to warm himself up before going out to enjoy this rare winter time with them.

After all, it is rare to have leisure time in life. Now that you have the opportunity, why should you keep hiding in the corner and miss out on the beautiful things that should belong to you?

After a while, Xing'er and Hua'er ran in hurriedly. Their little faces were red from running and their eyes were full of anxiety.

Xing'er panted and said to Shen Xin who was busy, "Mom, Silang...he has a severe stomachache!"

Shen Xin suddenly paused the work in his hands, and his face instantly became nervous and worried.

She quickly put down what she was holding and asked anxiously, "What happened? Did you fall? Or did you eat something wrong?"

Shen Xin asked as she hurried out, her steps a little chaotic due to her eagerness. She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that Lin Sizhe was only temporarily unwell and that he was fine.

When Lin Mo heard Xing'er and Hua'er's cries, his heart suddenly tightened.

He recalled that just now, Lin Sizhe was playing in the yard with great energy. How could he suddenly have a stomachache? Without giving it any time to think, he immediately put down the bowl in his hand and quickly caught up with Shen Xin. The two of them ran to the yard together.