vrcanaries Chapter 123 I Remember I Was in Zhaozhuang
Chapter 123 I Remember I Was in Zhaozhuang
After dinner, Lin Xuebo sent Lin Mo back to the previous courtyard and repeatedly reminded him: "Sanlang, remember my words, stay home and don't go anywhere. My uncle has some things to deal with and may not be back until the evening."
Lin Mo: "I understand, uncle."
Lin Mo nodded, watched his uncle leave, and then sat alone in the rocking chair in the yard.
The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves onto his body, bringing a touch of warmth.
Soon, Zhao Wan, carefully supported by Zhao Yue'e, slowly walked into the house. Zhao Wan's face showed some fatigue from the journey, but her eyes, which had experienced the vicissitudes of life, sparkled with something else.
Lin Mo quickly stood up from his chair and walked over quickly: "Great-grandmother, grandma, you are finally back."
Zhao Yue'e smiled and patted Lin Mo's shoulder, saying kindly, "Sanlang, stay home and accompany your great-grandmother. Grandma still has some things to do, so she will be back later."
Lin Mo nodded sensibly and replied, "I understand, Grandma. Go ahead and do your work. I will take good care of my great-grandmother."
Zhao Wan shook her head gently, a hint of fatigue in her voice: "My old bones can't stand the tossing and turning. Yue'e, help me to the room, I want to rest for a while."
Zhao Yue'e carefully helped Zhao Wan walk towards the room. After she lay down on the bed safely, she gently covered her with a quilt, nodded to Lin Mo, and left the room.
Lin Mo sat beside the bed, waiting quietly.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Wan slowly opened her eyes and her vision became clear again.
She looked at Lin Mo: "Beans."
Lin Mo: “Great-grandmother.”
Lin Mo found that after his great-grandmother woke up, she acted as if nothing had happened and even told Lin Mo about her youth.
Lin Mo remembered a sentence: a calm madness.
As night fell, Yao Niang brought dinner to the two of them.
After dinner, Zhao Wan said to Lin Mo, "Douzi, you've been tired all day, go back and rest. Great-grandmother doesn't need you to accompany her."
Lin Mo nodded obediently: "Okay, great-grandmother, then you should also go to bed early."
After returning to the room, Lin Mo tossed and turned in bed, Zhao Wan's story constantly echoing in his mind.
I sighed: My great-grandmother is such a wonderful person.
Lin Mo still wanted to ask his uncle about what happened during the day, but until Lin Mo fell asleep, Lin Xuebao still didn't come back.
Lin Mo had no idea what happened afterwards.
When Lin Mo woke up, the sunlight shone through the sparse clouds and sprinkled on his face, bringing a warm yet unreal touch.
He blinked, his vision gradually cleared, and he found himself lying on his father Lin Xuejin's broad chest. The long-lost sense of security made him feel an inexplicable sadness in his heart.
"father?"
Lin Mo's voice was filled with uncertainty and surprise, as if he couldn't believe that what he saw was real.
Lin Xuejin looked down at the son in his arms, his eyes full of love and care.
"Sanlang, you're awake. How do you feel?"
Lin Mo shook his head gently, trying to make himself more sober.
"Dad, where are we?"
I remember I should be in Zhaozhuang. How is my uncle?
And great-grandmother.
Lin Xuejin touched Lin Mo's head, sighed softly, and explained: "Sanlang, we will be in town soon."
Lin Mo became even more confused. He looked around and found that most of the Lin family, including his grandparents, aunt, uncle, Xing'er, Hua'er, and Silang were squeezed into this slightly crowded donkey cart, and everyone had a hint of fatigue on their face.
In the end what happened?
Why am I on a donkey cart?
Could it be...is this all a dream?
Lin Mo muttered to himself, he remembered that he was in Zhaozhuang, and those scenes were so real that he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.
Just as Lin Mo was immersed in his thoughts, Lin Xuejin's voice sounded again, interrupting his thoughts.
"Sanlang, we're here, get off the bus."
Lin Mo stood up as he was told. His feet were a little unstable when he landed on the ground. Lin Xuejin quickly reached out to hold him, and the two of them got off the donkey cart together.
"Dad, Mom, I'll take Sanlang to visit Old Master Song."
Lin Xuejin said to Lin Wenhong and Zhao Yue'e who were standing beside him, with a serious tone in his voice.
Lin Wenhong nodded, his expression solemn: "Go, Sanlang's health is more important."
Zhao Yue'e said with concern, "We're going back by donkey cart today. If you two go early, just wait for us over there. Be careful on the road."
Lin Xuejin responded, "I understand, mother."
Mr. Song?
The doctor who treated me before was almost exposed that time. Could it be that the Lin family noticed something?
Lin Mo's palms began to sweat unconsciously, and his heart felt like it was being gnawed by millions of ants. He felt panicked and helpless.
Lin Xuejin didn't notice Lin Mo's abnormality, and just urged:
"Sanlang, stop standing there, let's go."
Lin Mo took a deep breath, tried to calm himself, and followed Lin Xuejin towards the clinic.
Every step seemed to be on cotton, light and unreal.
The clinic was filled with a faint aroma of medicine. Old Song, an old man with superb medical skills and white hair and beard, was looking at Lin Mo with his eyes that seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.
Lin Mo sat in front of Mr. Song, his hands clenched tightly, tiny beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and his heart was uneasy, like a prisoner awaiting trial.
Lin Xuejin stood aside, his eyes full of concern and expectation. He gently patted Lin Mo's shoulder to show encouragement: "Please, Mr. Song."
Elder Song slowly reached out his hand, took Lin Mo's pulse, and began to carefully diagnose him. His fingers pressed gently, as if exploring the secrets within Lin Mo's body.
"Don't be nervous, little baby. Relax."
Elder Song's voice was gentle and powerful, which made Lin Mo's originally tense mood relax a little. He felt a warm current coming from his wrist, flowing through his body, bringing a sense of peace.
After a moment, Mr. Song released his hand, stroked his beard, and said to Lin Xuejin:
"He's recovering well. I'll prescribe some more prescriptions to strengthen his body and recuperate him for a while."
Lin Xuejin was delighted when he heard this and quickly thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Song. I am really sorry to trouble you."
He finally let go of his worries, but then another question came to his mind: "Old Song, when will Sanlang recover from his soul-leaving disease?"
Lin Mo's heart was lifted again, and he looked at Mr. Song nervously.
Old Song glanced at Lin Mo, and that look seemed to be able to penetrate his heart and see through all his secrets.
But after a moment, he simply said, "Continue to recuperate. Recovery takes time. Don't rush for success. The rest depends on your luck."
Lin Xuejin nodded upon hearing this and expressed his gratitude to Mr. Song again: "Thank you, Mr. Song."
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