New ink fragrance in old times

Lin Mo felt as if he had crossed the boundary between dreams and reality. In a daze, a subtle but clear sound quietly invaded Lin Mo's consciousness, like the first ray of light in the morning light, gently waking Lin Mo from the warm and deep dream.

Lin Mo slowly opened his eyes and adjusted to the unusually bright light in the house. It was a rare sunny morning in winter. The sunlight filtered through the window lattice and generously filled the entire room, covering this ordinary little house with a layer of golden gauze.

Although he was attracted by the sudden light, the warmth in the quilt held Lin Mo tightly like a magnet, making him unwilling to leave easily.

However, the bloating in his stomach and curiosity eventually drove him to struggle to sit up.

Lin Mo glanced at his parents lying peacefully on the bed. He saw that they were breathing evenly and deeply, with faint smiles on their faces.

Lin Mo plucked up his courage, unsealed the quilt, and began to look for his clothes.

During the process of putting on the clothes, Lin Mo's movements were a little slow. On the one hand, it was because the cold winter weather made him instinctively desire more warmth. On the other hand, he was full of curiosity and anticipation about the outside world he was about to face.

Finally, after getting dressed, Lin Mo pushed open the door. A fresh and cold air rushed towards him, making him shiver involuntarily.

Although the sun was shining brightly, the winter wind was still biting. Lin Mo couldn't help but shrink his neck and sighed in his heart: "Today is such a good day, but it's a pity that it's too cold."

Just as Lin Mo was standing at the door, enjoying the rare warm sunshine in winter, the noise that had initially caught his attention came again, seemingly coming from the direction of the backyard.

Driven by curiosity, Lin Mo took a step forward and walked along the bluestone path to the backyard. Along the way, he could feel the ground beneath his feet trembling slightly in the cold wind, as if even nature was telling the story of winter.

When he arrived at the backyard, the scene in front of him made Lin Mo's heart tighten suddenly.

Lin Sizhe was standing on tiptoe, swaying at the edge of the well, as if he was about to fall in at the next second.

Lin Mo's heart instantly rose to his throat. He forgot that he was just a six-year-old kid. Every cell in his body was screaming to warn of danger. Without any hesitation, he rushed towards Lin Sizhe with all his strength.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and all Lin Mo could see was the crumbling figure.

Lin Mo hugged Lin Sizhe and used all his strength to pull him down from the well.

However, due to excessive force and the huge weight difference, Lin Mo lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground, while Lin Sizhe fell squarely on Lin Mo.

At this moment, Lin Mo felt as if his whole body was crushed by a huge rock. The pain was unbearable and even breathing became difficult.

"Shiro, you're so heavy."

Lin Mo forced a bitter smile, his voice weak and hoarse.

Lin Sizhe obviously had not recovered from the danger just now. He was still in a daze, lying on Lin Mo, motionless.

At this time, on the other side of the well, Lin Sinan and Lin Siheng were also attracted by the noise and ran over in a hurry.

Seeing the two brothers fall to the ground, their little faces were filled with panic and helplessness. They wanted to go forward to help, but suddenly Lin Sizhe burst into tears, scaring the two of them so much that they stood there in a daze, not daring to act rashly.

Lin Mo had a splitting headache because of Lin Sizhe's crying. He tried hard to ask him to get up from him first, but the heaviness in his chest and the pain all over his body made Lin Mo not even have the strength to open his mouth.

She could only lie there helplessly, listening to Lin Sizhe's cries echoing in the yard, hoping that someone would come to rescue her.

The tearful cries from the backyard, filled with anxiety and helplessness, penetrated the hearts of Lin Sixuan and Lin Siyuan who were immersed in books.

Lin Sixuan involuntarily put down his pen, frowned slightly, and turned his gaze in the direction of the sound. Lin Siyuan, who was beside him, also put down his book. The two of them exchanged a glance, and without further ado, they walked towards the backyard together in tacit understanding.

Lin Sixuan's pace quickened unconsciously, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Lin Sixuan recognized the crying voice as Silang's. He thought that Lin Sizhe might have accidentally fallen, but the crying continued without any sign of stopping, which made Lin Sixuan's guess begin to waver.

Could it be that a few people lost their composure while playing and started fighting?

As the distance got closer, Lin Sixuan and Lin Siyuan finally saw the scene in front of them: Lin Mo was lying on the ground, his face flushed red, as if even breathing had become difficult.

Lin Sizhe pressed on Lin Mo, tears rolling down like beads from a broken string, his sobs heart-wrenching.

Lin Siyuan's eyes instantly became stern. He quickly stepped forward, wanting to help Lin Sizhe, who was lying on Lin Mo, but was gently stopped by Lin Sixuan.

"Erlang, wait a minute."

Seeing this, Lin Siyuan's eyes instantly became stern. He quickly stepped forward, wanting to immediately help Lin Sizhe up from Lin Mo, but at this moment, Lin Sixuan gently stopped him.

"Erlang, wait a minute."

Lin Sixuan's voice was steady and calm: "Sanlang and Silang's current conditions are unknown, so you must not move rashly."

Lin Sixuan squatted down, looked at Lin Sizhe, and took the icicle that he was holding tightly in his hand.

The icicle gleamed coldly in the sunlight, its edges had melted, and the dripping water droplets left faint circles of marks on the soil, just like the waves in their hearts at the moment.

"Shiro, what's wrong with you?

"Lin Sixuan's voice was gentle, trying to soothe Lin Sizhe's emotions with words.

Lin Sizhe sobbed and replied, "Big...Big Brother, Third Brother pulled me from behind, my arms and hands hurt."

There was a tearful tone in Lin Sizhe's voice, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his heart.

After hearing this, Lin Sixuan's heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly asked, "Silang, besides your arms and hands, does anything else hurt?"

Lin Sizhe shook his head, tears still streaming down his face.

Seeing this, Lin Sixuan felt a little relieved that Silang was at least not more seriously injured.

At this time, Lin Mo seemed to feel the weight on his body lightened. He took a few breaths with difficulty, and his face gradually regained some color.

Seeing this, Lin Sixuan looked at Lin Siyuan, and the two of them worked together to carefully help Lin Sizhe up from Lin Mo.

After being helped up, Lin Sizhe still hugged his arms tightly. Although his crying had subsided, the pain and fear were still obvious.

Lin Mo sat up, breathing heavily, his complexion still not fully recovered.

Seeing this, Lin Siyuan became extremely anxious and instinctively stretched out his hands, intending to pull Lin Mo up from the ground.

However, Lin Mo quickly stopped him, his voice trembling: "Brother, don't pull me, let me slow down first."