New ink fragrance in old times

Han looked at the unconscious Lin Mo lying on the bed, feeling extremely anxious. She quickly asked the old man Tie who was taking Lin Mo's pulse, "Uncle Tie, what happened to Sanlang? Why did he suddenly faint? When will he wake up?"

Old Man Tie slowly withdrew his hand, looked at Han and said, "Don't worry, my dear wife, Sanlang is fine. I think he is still young and accidentally drank some wine, and was frightened, which led to his fainting. I will prescribe him a sobering soup and some calming tea. After taking it for a few days, he will be back to normal."

After hearing this, Han felt a little relieved, but then her face turned stern again. "This kid is such a worry! He gets into trouble when he's not careful. When he wakes up, I'm going to teach him a lesson. He's so young, imitating others to drink, and he scared himself like this. He must be afraid that I'll punish him, so he panicked first."

Then, she noticed the shocking bloodstains on Lin Mo's arm and asked worriedly, "Uncle Tie, look at the wound on Sanlang's arm. It looks scary. Is it serious? Can it be cured?"

The old man carefully examined the wound and said, "These are just scratches. Although they look scary, fortunately, no bones have been injured, so it's not serious. I have some knife tip medicine here. You can apply it to Sanlang's wound. Remember to keep the wound away from water for the next few days. Once the scab forms, don't let him scratch it. Once the scab falls off naturally, the wound will heal."

Han thanked him repeatedly, "I'm so grateful to Uncle Tie. It's all thanks to you, otherwise I really don't know what I would do." As she spoke, she took out a bag of malt sugar from the cabinet beside her and handed it to Old Man Tie, "This is what my wife brought back from outside. Don't be disgusted, take it and try it, it will sweeten your mouth."

Old Man Tie smiled and declined for a while, but finally accepted the gift. After Han sent Old Man Tie away, she first changed Lin Mo into clean clothes, then carefully fed him hangover soup and calming tea, then sat by the bed, quietly watching over him, waiting for Lin Mo to wake up.

Lin Mo frowned in his sleep, as if he was having a nightmare.

Seeing Lin Mo like this, Han's heart couldn't help but tighten. Her eyes were filled with pity and helplessness. She gently stroked Lin Mo's forehead, her tone filled with a bit of reproach and worry: "Sanlang'er, you naughty monkey, you really make me worry. When you wake up, you must tell me in detail why you are so disobedient. When no one is home, you secretly drink from your grandfather's jar of strong liquor? That liquor is as strong as fire, how can your little body withstand it? Look at the trouble you have caused. My heart is about to break."

As she spoke, she gently wiped the beads of sweat from Lin Mo's forehead with the coarse cloth, her movements filled with tenderness and care. Sighing, Han continued, "I know you might just be curious, but there's always a limit to everything, right? Don't act like this anymore. When you wake up, you have to listen to me. I'm worried about you. You have to give me some peace of mind. Don't make me worry all the time."

At this point, Han's eyes grew even more worried. "Look at your arm again. You scratched it so hard, it must be very painful. Sanlang, if you encounter anything in the future, remember to tell me. Don't keep it to yourself, and don't take your health lightly. You are my precious child. I will naturally watch over you and protect you, and will not let you suffer any injustice."

Lin Mo felt like he had slept exceptionally long and deep, as if transcending the boundaries of time and space. Since starting college, staying up late had become almost a normal part of his life, and such a deep, dreamless sleep seemed like something he hadn't experienced in ages. However, in this hazy state of half-sleep, he faintly heard whispers about a man named "Sanlang" and his family.

"Sister-in-law, you haven't slept a wink all night. I'll let Xing'er look after Sanlang here. You're pregnant now, so you can't work so hard." Shen's voice was full of worry, and her eyes fell gently on Han.

"Yes, aunt, I'm here for Sanlang." Xing'er echoed softly, her tone full of determination.

Lin Mo tried hard to hear the conversation clearly, but sleepiness overwhelmed him again like a tide, and he fell into a deep sleep.

When Lin Mo opened his eyes again, a wave of fear washed over him, believing he was still in that bizarre, inescapable dream. But the scene before him was so real: the antique-style room, the exquisite window frames, and the clothes he wore that were clearly not modern, forced him to accept a startling truth: he might have traveled through time.

"Sanlang, you're awake." Xing'er's surprised voice interrupted Lin Mo's thoughts. She immediately shouted out the window, "Mom, Auntie, Sanlang is awake!"

Lin Mo sat up suddenly. Everything around him was strange and eerie. He realized that he had truly traveled through time and space and arrived in an unknown world. Just as he was trying to calm down and was about to ask, a warm embrace suddenly wrapped him tightly, making him exclaim, "Not Auntie, who are you? It's not appropriate for men and women to touch each other!"

"Sanlang, I'm your mother. What's wrong with you? Don't scare me." Shen's voice was full of anxiety and uneasiness, tears welled up in her eyes, and she was obviously frightened by Lin Mo's sudden reaction.

Lin Mo was a little overwhelmed by this sudden hug and tears. He tried to explain that he was not the real Sanlang, but the dryness and hoarseness in his throat made him only able to utter intermittent words: "I... I am not..." Before he could finish his words, he was gently interrupted by Xing'er: "Aunt, Sanlang may have fallen asleep and his mind is still not clear."

As Xing'er spoke, she brought a glass of water and handed it to Lin Mo: "Give Sanlang some water to moisten his throat." Han also quickly agreed, her face full of concern: "Sanlang, don't move, lie down and have a good rest." She mistakenly thought that Lin Mo was like this because he was weak, so she took the cup of water from Xing'er's hand and carefully fed it to Lin Mo.

The warm water slid across his throat, bringing a hint of relief, and Lin Mo's throat gradually recovered a little.

Just then, Shen came in with a bowl of hot noodles. The noodles were covered with a poached egg. The soup was rich and fragrant, which instantly aroused Lin Mo's appetite.

goooo~

Lin Mo's stomach growled uncontrollably, causing everyone to laugh.

"Sanlang, are you hungry? Eat while it's hot." Shen gently placed the noodles on the small table beside the bed, her eyes full of kindness. The noodles were enticing in color, and the broth was clear and glistening. Each strand had soaked up the broth, appearing both soft and chewy. The poached egg was even more golden and alluring, its white smooth and tender, its yolk dense, complementing the deliciousness of the noodles perfectly.

Lin Mo picked up his chopsticks, scooped up a handful of noodles, and placed them in his mouth. The taste was simply indescribable. The smoothness of the noodles blended perfectly with the richness of the broth, and every bite was a perfect tantalization for the taste buds. The poached egg was the icing on the cake, the freshness of the egg white intertwined with the richness of the yolk, adding an infinite layer of depth to the entire bowl of noodles.

Lin Mo drank the bowl of noodles violently, and every mouthful was an ultimate satisfaction for his hunger. After a while, the bowl of noodles and the soup disappeared without a trace, leaving only an empty bowl and a sigh of satisfaction.