New ink fragrance in old times

Lin Mo slowly opened his eyes, the scene before him shrouded in a hazy mist. His head felt as if it were being repeatedly struck by an invisible hammer, dizziness and pain intertwined into a chaotic mess. He tried to move, but was surprised to find that all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away, leaving him limp and unable to move.

His throat was as dry as a desert. He opened his mouth with great effort. His voice was hoarse and weak, but he still used all his strength to call out his roommates' names: "Wang Jie... Li Jin... Chen Xuan..." However, the only response he got was the lonely echo echoing in the empty room, which made the feeling of helplessness even deeper.

As his consciousness gradually cleared, Lin Mo slowly opened his eyes. The world before him seemed to be lightly covered by a veil, which was both hazy and aroused his inner curiosity. He tried to use his arms to support his heavy body again, but his arms were also limp and he had no strength.

Lin Mo realized that his current state was abnormal. Lin Mo supported himself on the ground with both hands and slowly sat up.

Lin Mo looked around, and everywhere he looked were traces of the old house. The light inside was dim and weak, filtering through the thin paper covering on the window lattices, and a few mottled shadows lazily cast on the ground, forming a sharp contrast with the bright and clear modern world he remembered.

The roof is firmly supported by several thick beams. Although the beams are not ornately carved, they have a simple and tough atmosphere, as if they can bear the weight of time.

Between the beams, several bamboo lanterns sway gently in the wind. Although they are not lit, their simple appearance and hanging posture make people involuntarily imagine the cozy scene at night when the lanterns are lit and the warm and soft light fills the entire room.

However, at this moment, Lin Mo had no intention of appreciating this tranquility. His heart was filled with an inexplicable panic and uneasiness.

He tried to recall how he had come from the bookstore, a place full of books and vitality, to this strange and ancient room. But his memory seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog. The harder he tried to recall, the more blurred the fragments became, like fragments, and he could not piece together a complete picture.

This sudden change made Lin Mo feel confused and helpless. He didn't know where he was, let alone how to regain his lost memories and find his way home.

"Am I dreaming and haven't woken up yet?" Lin Mo said to himself.

Lin Mo thought to himself, since he was already here, he might as well take a look around before he woke up. It might help with the group assignment.

Lin Mo used all his strength to barely steady his shaking body and carefully observed the room.

The furnishings within the room are simple yet elegant, revealing a scholarly demeanor that is indifferent to fame and wealth and dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge. A simple wooden desk stands quietly by the window, seemingly the soul of the room.

There are a few yellowed thread-bound books scattered randomly on the table. The pages are interspersed with traces of time, revealing the accumulation of history and cultural heritage.

Next to it, a shiny brush lies quietly. The luster on the pen handle testifies to the owner's diligence and persistence in writing countless times. This is undoubtedly the place where the owner often immerses himself in the sea of books and studies hard at his desk.

Next to the desk, there is a simple bed close to the wall. The bed is covered with clean and tidy bedding, emitting a faint scent of sunshine, making people feel the warmth and tranquility of home.

Beside the bed, a wooden box was placed quietly with the lid tightly closed, as if hiding the owner's secrets and past.

On the walls, several ink paintings serve as the room's focal point. The landscapes depicted in these paintings are profound, with a harmonious balance of light and dark ink, depicting breathtaking natural scenery. These paintings not only add a touch of literati elegance to the humble living space, but also allow Lin Mo to experience a state of mind that transcends the mundane and reconnects with nature.

Lin Mo looked at these paintings, with an indescribable feeling of emotion and yearning in his heart. The mountains and rivers in the paintings seemed to have magic, pulling his soul, making him feel as if he was following the delicate depictions of grass, trees, stones and streams, passing through the back of the paper and floating to that distant and peaceful world.

This yearning drove him to take a step forward, stumbling but firmly approaching the door that looked ordinary but actually revealed endless mystery and simplicity.

As the distance shortened, his heartbeat became more rapid, his palms were soaked with sweat, and every tiny sound seemed to indicate that he was about to uncover a long-buried secret.

Finally, driven by strong curiosity and anticipation, Lin Mo took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, and suddenly pulled the door open.

"Squeak~" After a long and slightly vicissitudes of life sound, the door slowly opened, as if the door of time was gently pushed open.

Outside the door, a completely different world full of ancient charm suddenly jumped into his eyes - it was not the narrow corridor or another simple room he had imagined, but a small and warm separate room, which happened to be located inside a house with a courtyard.

He couldn't help but whisper, "This dream is so real." He looked around and confirmed that he was indeed in a small and warm room. In a corner of the room, sunlight filtered through the half-open window, and light and shadow intertwined.

The room is decorated simply and elegantly, with several hand-painted pastoral paintings hanging on the wall, adding a bit of vitality and warmth to this small space.

Lin Mo walked out of the room and into the courtyard. The courtyard was small, but well-organized. A small vegetable patch was planted with a few seasonal vegetables, lush and green.

In a corner, a simple, rustic well stood quietly, a wooden bucket and scoop beside it, and not far away, a wooden basin filled with clear water. The air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and grass, and the occasional distant chirping of birds made the entire courtyard seem even more peaceful and harmonious.

He looked around the small yet exquisite courtyard, his heart filled with amazement: "This courtyard is like it walked out of a painting."

Lin Mo smiled and said, "It's true that what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. I really worked hard for this group project."

Suddenly, light footsteps echoed in the front yard, and a woman in a turquoise cloth stepped into view, like a spring breeze. Though the material was simple, the delicate embroidery of fresh flowers at the collar and cuffs gave it a unique touch, like wildflowers blooming inadvertently on a spring day, adding a touch of otherworldly elegance to the simple outfit.

She wore a pair of loose black trousers, which not only met the practical needs of a farmer, but also showed a casual and fashionable attitude. The trouser legs were cleverly tied slightly, which not only facilitated movement but also revealed a casual demeanor that was eye-catching.