New ink fragrance in old times

His stomach felt warm, and it seemed as if his heart was also warmed. After eating and drinking, an irresistible drowsiness quietly came over him. Lin Mo couldn't help yawning, and his eyelids began to twitch.

Seeing this, Han smiled lovingly. She gently tucked the corner of the quilt for Lin Mo and said softly: "Sanlang, you have a good rest. Mother is outside. Call me if you need anything." After that, she looked at Shen and Xing'er. The three of them exchanged a reassuring look, and then left the room quietly, for fear of disturbing Lin Mo's rest.

The door closed gently, and silence returned to the room. Lin Mo lay in bed, staring at the wooden roof, his mind racing. He muttered to himself, "This time travel is too bizarre. I'm just an ordinary college student with healthy parents and a stable life. How did I suddenly become this ancient 'Sanlang'? And what about my modern self? And where did the owner of this body go? If he didn't end up in my body, then wouldn't the real me be..." At this thought, Lin Mo shuddered, a sense of foreboding welling up in his heart.

But soon, sleepiness returned, and Lin Mo shook his head, trying to clear his mind of these chaotic thoughts. "Forget it, let's not think about this for now. Let's get some sleep first," Lin Mo consoled himself. He closed his eyes, feeling his body gradually relax, his consciousness blurring, and he eventually drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, he seemed to have returned to the present day, seeing his family, friends, and the familiar campus. But those images were like fleeting reflections, shattered at the touch of a finger. He tried hard to grasp at something, but nothing remained, and he could only watch helplessly as everything faded away.

Lin Mo slowly opened his eyes, and was surrounded by a layer of deep darkness. Only a ray of scattered moonlight, like the most gentle brushstroke in the night sky, quietly slipped in through the window lattice, and sprinkled mottledly on the old wooden floor, adding a bit of mystery to the quiet room.

Lin Mo moved his body slightly, and a ripple appeared in his heart - was this really a time travel?

"Alas, these days, I've read too many time-travel novels, and I've become the protagonist myself." Lin Mo smiled bitterly, feeling mixed emotions.

He was a sophomore studying history, leading a simple and ordinary life. He and his roommates would spend their days immersed in the virtual world of games, and the occasional dinner was just to relieve the pressure of studying. Now, all this has become a distant past.

"What can a history student do after traveling here?" Lin Mo muttered to himself, his heart filled with confusion and anxiety.

Lin Mo tried to recall his historical knowledge, but found he knew very little about the specific details of ancient life, let alone how to cope with this sudden change of identity. He thought to himself, "A worthless fighter? I'm afraid he can't even protect himself."

Under the moonlight, Lin Mo's eyes gradually became firm.

Lin Mo realized that since he could not change the current situation, he had to learn to adapt.

He began to carefully examine his surroundings, trying to find clues about this era from the layout of the room and the style of clothing. But everything seemed so strange, making him feel even more isolated and helpless.

"First, I need to figure out who I am and where I am." Lin Mo thought to himself. He remembered that he seemed to hear the name "Sanlang" before he woke up. This should be his identity in this world.

But other than that, he knew nothing about his surroundings, including the background of this era, his own identity, and the possible dangers around him.

"Don't panic, don't rush." Lin Mo took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He thought of the time-travel novels he'd read, where the protagonists always found a way out of difficult situations. He secretly resolved to find a way to conceal his true identity while gradually understanding the world until he found his way back.

At this moment, a subtle and light sound of footsteps approached quietly, like bamboo leaves swaying gently in the night wind, breaking the surrounding tranquility.

Lin Mo's heartstrings instantly tightened. He quickly adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes tightly, and pretended to be still immersed in sleep. The footsteps were light and cautious, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility, and slowly stopped by the bed.

The woman gently reached out her hand and touched Lin Mo's forehead with her fingertips to confirm whether he was okay. Feeling the warmth and care from this strange world, Lin Mo's heart was filled with an indescribable complex emotion.

Then, the woman nodded with satisfaction and gently tucked the corner of the quilt for him to ensure that he would not catch a cold. Throughout the whole process, Lin Mo did not dare to open his eyes, but only silently felt it all through the subtle touch and the scent in the air.

Only after the woman turned and left did Lin Mo slowly open his eyes, his gaze following the figure as it disappeared behind the door. Even though it was just a silhouette, Lin Mo already had an answer in his mind—this woman was most likely the "sister-in-law" the other woman had mentioned during the day, and the mother of this body—"Sanlang."

He lay quietly on the bed, feeling mixed emotions. On the one hand, he felt warmed by the mother's love; on the other hand, he knew that he had to be more cautious so as not to reveal his true identity in this strange world.

So, he began to silently figure out how to make his behavior more in line with the identity of "Sanlang", how to find his place in this new family without revealing the truth that he was not this person.

The night is still deep, and the moon is already at its zenith.

Lin Mo's heart gradually found its direction in this tranquility. He began to plan his way of survival in this era and the distant way home.

"Since they think I am Sanlang, then I will be Sanlang first." Lin Mo thought secretly in his heart and decided to adopt an obscure and cautious strategy to hide his true identity.

He began to recall common plots in novels, thinking about how to make his "amnesia" seem both reasonable and difficult to be exposed.

"Perhaps I can pretend more thoroughly." Lin Mo had a plan in mind. He planned to reveal his complete ignorance of the world through some unconscious actions and words at the appropriate time, but at the same time he had to remain vigilant enough to avoid revealing too much.

The first ray of dawn from the horizon quietly peeked into the room, announcing the arrival of a new day.

Lin Mo opened his eyes, a glint of determination and wisdom in them. He knew that from this day on, his every word and action would affect his survival in this world.

Someone gently pushed open the door, and a ray of light slipped in, illuminating Lin Mo's slightly confused face. When Lin Mo heard the movement, he immediately got into character and began his performance.

He was curled up on the bed, his eyes empty and confused, and he said to the person who came in a trembling voice, "Who are you?" There was fear in his voice.