New ink fragrance in old times

Lin Sixuan reached out and gently patted Lin Sizhe's shoulder, his tone even gentler: "Silang, don't worry, as long as you help your brother obediently, next time your brother comes back, I will definitely bring you delicious snacks, okay? Those snacks are more delicious than candy!"

When Lin Sizhe heard that there would be snacks, his eyes immediately curved into crescent shapes and he quickly nodded and said, "Okay!" After that, he grinned mischievously and showed a big smile to Lin Sixuan. He looked innocent and cute.

Lin Sixuan couldn't help but feel amused when he saw his brother like this. He gently patted Lin Sizhe's shoulder and said earnestly, "Remember, Silang, this is a secret between the two of us."

Lin Sizhe seemed to have understood what he meant, and he immediately replied, "Yes! This is a secret between the two of us!" After saying that, he deliberately lowered his voice, as if to emphasize the preciousness and uniqueness of this secret.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled with satisfaction. The tacit understanding and harmony seemed to make the air around them even warmer.

Lin Sizhe, in particular, had a particularly bright smile on his face, his eyes curved into crescents, sparkling with excitement. He gently swung his little feet, his heart filled with joy and anticipation.

Lin Sizhe wondered to himself: Why did Big Brother and Grandpa both come to him to do the same thing? He scratched his head, unable to figure out the reason, but then a thought struck him—two rewards awaited him! This unexpected reward made him almost jump for joy.

He imagined that as long as he followed his third brother every day, he could easily complete this "task", and what would be waiting for him would be the candies promised by his grandfather and the delicious snacks given by his brother.

The more he thought about this good thing, the happier he became. Thinking about how much delicious food he could eat in the future, Lin Sizhe couldn't help but laugh out loud, his heart filled with beautiful visions of the future.

On the other side, Han was gently asking about Lin Siyuan's schoolwork. Her eyes were full of attention and expectations for her son's studies.

However, this atmosphere did not completely attract Lin Mo's attention. He stood aside and seemed uninterested in the conversation between them.

Lin Mo loved this bamboo dragonfly. As a child, whenever he saw characters on TV holding bamboo dragonflies and flying lightly in the air, Lin Mo's heart was filled with infinite yearning. He had imagined countless times that he could own one and soar freely under the blue sky and white clouds.

However, due to various reasons, this simple wish has never been realized.

It was not until he traveled to another world that he finally got the bamboo dragonfly he had always dreamed of. His joy and satisfaction were beyond words.

However, as time went by, Lin Mo was playing when he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness in his heart.

The bamboo dragonfly fluttering through the air, though still beautiful, seemed to have lost its original allure. Lin Mo felt an unprecedented sense of boredom and dullness, as if the toy that had once so excited him had now become dull.

This sudden emotion made Lin Mo feel a little overwhelmed. He tried to find out the reason, but found that he was just shrouded in an inexplicable emotion.

Lin Mo felt like crying, wanting to vent this indescribable emotion through tears, but his eyes were so dry that not even a tear could come out. At the same time, he wanted to smile, wanting to use a smile to dispel the gloom, but the corners of his mouth were too stiff to rise.

This feeling of wanting to cry but not being able to, wanting to laugh but not being able to, made Lin Mo feel depressed and confused. He didn't know why he suddenly became like this, nor did he know how to relieve this emotion.

Lin Mo could only stand there silently, holding the bamboo dragonfly tightly in his hand, letting the emotions in his heart rise and fall like the tide.

Lin Mo looked down at the bamboo dragonfly in his hand, his emotions becoming increasingly complex. He realized that what he truly desired wasn't simply a bamboo dragonfly itself, but the envy that came from the depths of his heart—envy of others for easily possessing it, while he pursued it diligently but couldn't get it, perhaps in the eyes of others, it was just a trivial matter not worth mentioning.

This realization made Lin Mo reflect on when he had forgotten his original intention of pursuing what he truly loved, even if it might seem meaningless to outsiders. Lin Mo was now envious of the original Lin Douzi; he seemed to have everything he hadn't been able to obtain as a child.

Lin Mo wondered if he hadn't woken up yet. This was all a dream. Everything in the Lin family was like a utopia. In the dream, he became a five-year-old child. Lin Mo was a little jealous of Lin Douzi, and a little disgusted with himself.

Every time he enjoyed the kindness of the Lin family, he felt more guilty, fearful and scared.

Lin Mo's heart was filled with confusion and self-blame. He murmured to himself, "But what did I do wrong? Why did fate tease me into traveling to this strange ancient time, living like a despicable thief under someone else's identity?"

Lin Mo knew that the reason why he could enjoy the love and warmth of the Lin family was all because of his identity in this world - Lin Douzi.

This realization was like a heavy shackle, making him nervous all the time, fearing that he would be discovered by the Lin family one day, and then he would face an irretrievable situation.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Lin Mo would be overwhelmed by this fear and uneasiness. He tried hard to recall his life in the modern world. Although it was dull, it was at least real and free.

Now, not only does he have to carefully maintain this false identity, but he also has to try to adapt to this ancient society full of unknowns and dangers. This identity dislocation and psychological pressure make him feel unprecedented fatigue and loneliness.

A bitter smile appeared in Lin Mo's heart, and he secretly fantasized: How great it would be if I could travel back in time to a bully like the protagonist in those novels, who was not loved by his father and mother.

At least, I can live legitimately with that identity, tell myself in a despicable way that the original owner is free, then replace him, become him, and say some high-sounding words. Of course, I don't need to worry every day about my identity being exposed.

But then he quickly rejected the idea. He knew he wasn't one of those protagonists who could defy fate and change their destiny, like Long Aotian.

He didn't have the courage and strength to challenge his destiny, to establish a harem, and to achieve great things. He would only find a peaceful place of his own, quietly lie dormant, hide himself, and wait for the right time to quietly leave.

"After all, I don't know anything, and I'm not sure I can survive in this era." Lin Mo laughed at himself, tears welling in his eyes. He was well aware of his own insignificance and powerlessness. Facing this world full of unknowns and dangers, he felt unprecedented confusion and fear.

Lin Mo sighed softly: As expected, fate always likes to play jokes.

Lin Mo felt like a clown being teased by fate, always wandering in a situation where he was neither high nor low, unable to obtain true happiness and peace.

The tears finally slid down, dripping onto the lapels and onto Lin Mo's heart, which was becoming increasingly tougher but more lonely due to the tempering of reality.