New ink fragrance in old times

"Okay, this way the eldest and the second son can walk twenty miles less." Her words were full of love for her sons.

The afternoon sun became soft and warm, shining on the Lin family's courtyard, adding a bit of comfort to the busy day.

Lin Xueqian and Lin Xuebao, two middle-aged men, walked side by side, tools in hand, toward the vegetable patch. Their steps were steady and powerful. Inside, they picked up hoes and began carefully tilling the soil and sowing seeds, each movement a testament to their skill.

At the same time, Lin Sixuan and Lin Siyuan returned to their rooms and were busy packing their books and pens, preparing to go to the community school.

Lin Siyuan had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes sparkled with a desire for knowledge; while Lin Sixuan seemed more serious, and from time to time he gave Lin Siyuan a few words, his words were both harsh and expectant.

Their conversation, though brief, was full of brotherly understanding and care.

In the front yard, the other members of the Lin family gathered together, busy peeling the newly harvested corn. The golden corn was particularly dazzling in the sun, and the air was filled with a faint corn fragrance.

Everyone was peeling the skins while chatting about family matters. The sounds of laughter and conversation intertwined together, creating a warm and harmonious picture.

The sun was setting when Lin Xueqin and Lin Xuebao returned from the vegetable fields, beads of sweat of satisfaction on their faces, although their steps showed fatigue.

Seeing this, Mrs. Lin quickly put down the work in her hands, brought out two bowls of cold boiled water from the kitchen, and handed them to the two men with a smile. Her eyes were full of love and care for her sons.

Lin Xueqin and Lin Xuebao gratefully took the water and drank it in big gulps. The cool liquid slid down their throats, bringing a sense of refreshment.

After drinking the water, the two sat on the stone bench in the front yard for a while, enjoying this rare leisure time. They talked about the situation of the vegetable garden today and their expectations for the future harvest.

After resting for a while, Lin Xueqin and Lin Xuebao got up and went back to the house to pack their things.

After a while, Lin Xueqian, Lin Xuebao, Lin Sixuan, and Lin Siyuan packed their bags. Old Mrs. Lin handed Lin Xueqian a large package and said, "This contains corn and eggs cooked by my mother. You can eat them on the way."

Lin Xueqian took the large package from his mother's hand, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. His eyes were slightly red, and he said with a slightly choked voice, "Thank you, mother."

Lin Xuebo nodded in agreement: "Don't worry, Mom, we will take care of ourselves."

Old Mrs. Lin smiled lovingly, her eyes fixed on Lin Sixuan and Lin Siyuan:

"Dalang and Erlang, study hard in the community school, listen to your teacher, and get along well with your classmates, okay?"

"Don't worry, grandma. Erlang and I have always followed your teachings and never dared to slack off." Lin Sixuan said firmly to Grandma Lin.

Then Lin Mo said meaningfully, "Sanlang, no matter what happens, I will always be by your side. Don't be afraid. Just follow your heart. No matter what you choose to do, I will support you and believe in you."

Lin Mo pretended to be confused, nodded and said nothing.

Lin Siyuan said to Lin Mo, "Brother, be good at home and remember to memorize your lessons. I will bring you a gift next time I have a day off."

Lin Siyuan's words were like coaxing a child, "Brother is gone, you are a little man, don't cry."

Lin Mo thought, I'm not really a child, you really treat me like a child.

But she still replied sweetly, "Okay, brother."

Lin Siyuan smiled and touched Lin Mo's head, his eyes full of pampering and love.

"Dad, Mom, we're leaving. Take care of your health at home. Your son is leaving." After saying this, Lin Xueqin nodded to Shen.

"Let's go, children, and be careful on the road." Although Mrs. Lin's voice was soft, it was full of power, as if it could penetrate any distance and reach the hearts of her sons.

As the four figures walked away, the Lin family courtyard returned to peace again.

After watching the four people leave, they did not dwell too much on the sadness of parting. Instead, they once again devoted themselves to the busy farm work.

The corn stalks in the front yard were piled high like a small mountain, their golden color looking particularly attractive in the sun. Everyone sat together, peeling the stalks and chatting about family matters, and occasionally laughter could be heard from afar.

The short separation did not change anything, and Lin Mo's life seemed to have returned to its previous track.

Before the first rays of morning sun had completely dispelled the chill of the night, Lin Mo had already set out with his family on the road to the fields. Although his steps were firm, he could feel the fatigue gradually accumulating in his body.

As time passed, the sun rose higher and the temperature climbed accordingly. Sweat soaked his clothes, and the sticky feeling made him even more uncomfortable.

He did not stop, but just silently followed the rhythm of the Lin family, transporting corn over and over again, as if racing against time.

At noon, the short break became the most precious moment of the day. Lin Mo sat in the shade of a tree, gulping down the cold water his family had brought him, feeling the cool breeze on his face.

But such rest is always short-lived, and they soon have to return to their busy work.

Before nightfall, I returned home with the Lin family. After dinner, the whole family peeled and hung corn together.

Lin Mo goes out early and comes back late every day with the Lin family, busy in the fields. Every time he thinks he has gradually adapted to this high-intensity work, the reality reminds him again and again that there is no most tiring, only more tiring.

One morning, Lin Mo numbly went to the field with the Lin family to pick corn.

"Beans, beans." A little boy suddenly shouted at the edge of the field.

When Lin Mo heard the name "Douzi", his brows furrowed slightly, and a feeling of displeasure surged in his heart.

To him, this name felt like calling a dog, and it didn't fit his image at all.

Lin Mo suppressed his dissatisfaction and turned to look in the direction of the sound. He wanted to see who was shouting.

Not far away, a little boy was standing at the edge of the field, waving his arms and excitedly shouting his name - no, to be more precise, his name in the Lin family, "Douzi".

This little boy was Hu Zi, the grandson of Mrs. Fang who had quarreled with the Lin family twice within three days.

Seeing that it was Hu Zi, Lin Mo's displeasure eased a little.

"Douzi, Douzi, come here quickly." Hu Zi saw Lin Mo looking at him and waved hurriedly.

Lin Mo didn't want to pay attention to him, turned around and pretended not to see it.

Hu Zi felt a little disappointed when he saw that Lin Mo did not respond but turned away.

He thought Lin Mo would come over and greet him with a smile as before, but this time it seemed a little different.

Hu Zi stood there, looking at Lin Mo's back, wondering if he had done anything to make Douzi angry.

Seeing this, Hu Zi ran to Lin Mo anxiously and said, "Dou Zi, why are you ignoring me?"