New ink fragrance in old times

Xing'er was shocked by Lin Mo's sudden change.

She explained anxiously, "Sanlang, what's wrong with you? You are Sanlang from the Lin family. Did you secretly drink grandpa's liquor last night and are you still not sober?"

Lin Mo was delighted, but he continued to pretend to be terrified. Tears welled up in his eyes, as if he had truly been forgotten by the world. He took the opportunity to burst into tears, his voice full of helplessness and fear. As he cried, he screamed in pain and looked for his mother.

Lin Mo thought that the child was scared and must be anxious to find his mother, so he acted even harder.

Lin Mo's cries were like summer thunder, instantly piercing the silence of the room. Xing'er, seeing this, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. She frantically tried to comfort Lin Mo, but it was obviously ineffective. Lin Mo's cries only became louder, filled with helplessness and fear.

"Sanlang, don't cry, don't cry..." Xing'er's voice was tinged with tears, and her hands gently patted Lin Mo's trembling back, trying to comfort him in this sudden change. However, Lin Mo's acting was too realistic, as if he had truly lost all his memories and support, and his cries were filled with fear and helplessness in the unknown world.

The cry was like a huge rock dropped into a calm lake, stirring up ripples. Everyone in the Lin family dropped their work and rushed over, their faces filled with anxiety and worry.

Grandpa Lin, an old man with white hair and beard and deep eyes, walked quickly to the bedside and gently stroked Lin Mo's head with his big hands full of traces of time. His voice was old but full of strength and warmth: "Sanlang, Grandpa is here, don't be afraid." But Lin Mo seemed to be frightened by something, and turned his head away quickly, unwilling to look at him.

Seeing this, Grandma Zhao was heartbroken. She sat by the bed with tears streaming down her face, wanting to hold Lin Mo's hand to comfort him, but Lin Mo resisted and dodged. "My dear grandson, what's wrong with you? Tell me quickly, are you feeling unwell?" Her voice was filled with helplessness and heartache.

Lin Mo's resistance and crying made everyone present extremely anxious, especially his mother, Han. She stood aside, her eyes red and tears welling up in them, wanting to comfort Lin Mo but afraid of startling him.

Lin Mo thought about it. After all, she was the mother of this body, and the show had to go on. He leaned slightly towards Han. This subtle movement made Han burst into tears of joy. She quickly hugged Lin Mo and sobbed, "Sanlang, you are my lifeblood. You can't be in any danger!"

Shen, the eldest aunt, also walked into the room with a bit of anxiety. She glanced at Xing'er, motioning her to leave first, and then asked about Lin Mo's situation in a soft voice, trying to awaken his memory with gentle words.

And Lu, the wife of Lin Mo's third uncle, although she didn't talk much, was standing by at this moment, watching all this with concern. Her eyes were full of worry and care for Lin Mo.

Faced with the family's deep concern and anxious inquiries, Lin Mo felt a mixture of emotions. He knew he had to continue pretending in order to find a foothold in this strange world.

So, he acted out the "amnesia" scene even more diligently, and his crying and helpless expression moved everyone present.

The atmosphere in the Lin family was so heavy that it seemed as if water could drip from it. Just when everyone was at a loss about Lin Mo's sudden "amnesia" and their hearts were filled with despair, a word from Old Man Lin was like the dawn, illuminating the way forward: "Go and ask Old Man Tie to come and take a look." These words brought a glimmer of hope to everyone present.

Tie Lao Tou, a barefoot doctor known for his medical skills but keeping a low profile in the countryside, was soon invited to the Lin family. With his rich experience and keen insight, he conducted a comprehensive examination of Lin Mo.

However, even for such an experienced doctor, Lin Mo's amnesia proved quite a challenge. His furrowed brow betrayed his inner confusion, and he could only tentatively conclude that the amnesia might be related to the liquor Lin Mo had previously consumed. "Well... his pulse seems fine, but I'm afraid his amnesia is related to the liquor," Old Man Tie said after a moment's hesitation. "We should send him to the clinic. The doctors there might be able to offer a better solution."

After hearing Old Man Tie's diagnosis, Lin Mo secretly felt relieved that his disguise hadn't been seen through, but on the surface, he maintained his ignorant and helpless demeanor. He knew that every subtle expression at this moment could reveal his true condition, so he concealed his secret even more carefully.

With the departure of Old Man Tie, the atmosphere in the Lin family did not lighten up much. Old Man Lin's eyes, which had seen so much vicissitudes of life, stared intently at Lin Mo's familiar face, trying to catch a trace of past memories from those empty eyes.

"Sanlang, do you recognize grandpa?" This sentence not only contains the concern of Grandpa Lin as an elder, but also an indescribable expectation.

However, all he got in response was Lin Mo's bewildered shake of his head and the repetition of "I don't know, I don't know".

Seeing this, Grandma Zhao was heartbroken. Her wrinkled hands gently stroked Lin Mo's head, as if she wanted to use her warmth to dispel the fear and confusion in his heart.

"My dear grandson, don't be afraid, grandma is here." Her voice was very gentle, and every word contained endless love.

But Lin Mo's eyes were still empty, without any response, which made her feel even more uneasy.

The people of the Lin family took turns asking Lin Mo if he still remembered them. However, no matter how hard they tried, Lin Mo's answer was always the same: "I don't know, I don't know him, he is afraid." Such an answer undoubtedly made their hearts sink to the bottom again.

Lin Mo was afraid, afraid that every subtle movement or expression of his would reveal the truth, exposing that he was not truly "amnesiac", but a soul from another world.

Therefore, he could only continue to disguise himself, using ignorance and fear as his protective color.

Old Master Lin knew that staying here would only make the atmosphere more depressing. He waved his hand gently, signaling everyone to leave the room and give Lin Mo some quiet space.

At the same time, he left Han behind and asked her to take care of and comfort Lin Mo.

Han fed Lin Mozhun the porridge and calming soup, mouthful by mouthful. After coaxing Lin Mo to sleep, she quietly left the room.

After Han left, Lin Mo opened his eyes. He knew that this move was the right one. At least it bought him some time to adapt to and understand this strange world.

The atmosphere in the Lin family seemed extremely heavy, and everyone felt like they had a huge rock pressing on their hearts. Han left the room and came to the main hall. The silence in the room seemed to be magnified, and every subtle breath seemed particularly clear.