A lamp is like a bean, the faint light illuminates the yellow clay wall more mottled, the July breeze blows in along the worn window paper, slightly cool, and with a gentle sigh, the little figure lying on the earthen kang turns over.

Thin, not like a ten-year-old body, only a pair of big eyes are left on the palm-sized little face, and now the soul in this body is the modern twenty-eight-year-old man who has passed through three days~~~ Lin Mo.

The owner of this body is called Lin Zimo, and he is one word short of him, his weak body can't stand the toss of the wind and cold, so he went early and ushered in Lin Mo's rebirth.

Half yawn up, dizzy for a while, slowly leaned his body on the quilt, and smiled bitterly, this body was too weak.

However, he is so grateful to the heavens for giving him a chance to be reborn, after experiencing death, he knows the preciousness of life, if he is given another chance, even if he experiences ten or eight betrayals of lovers, he will not do stupid things again.

The only thing I'm sorry for is that he raised his parents, who grew up to be twenty-eight years old, and never filial to them for a day, and in the end, they were separated forever. Fortunately, there is a younger brother, and the two elders never knew that he was the same, which was finally a consolation, and the two-bedroom and one-hall property he left behind was worth one or two million in that second-rate city, enough for them to retire in a small county.

Wiping the tears quietly left, I can only wish God ~~ I hope they spend their old age safely and healthily.

The wooden door of the outhouse "creaked", and then the sound of soft footsteps walked in, the door curtain with discounted patches was lifted, and a woman in her forties walked in, her yellow and thin face was still delicate with fine lines, showing a gentle smile, and holding a large coarse porcelain bowl in her hand: "Mo'er, come, my mother has cooked a bowl of noodles for you, eat it while it's hot." ”

Lin Mo~ It's Lin Zimo now, and he hurriedly wanted to get up, but the woman hurriedly put the bowl on the kang table on the kang and came over to help him: "Don't worry, take your time, the illness is just better." ”

Being gently supported at the table, Lin Zimo smiled gratefully, after three days of meticulous care, this original Lin Zimo's mother made him feel the taste of his mother in that life, and it was not awkward to call his mother.

In the half-old coarse porcelain bowl, there are a few cornmeal noodles mixed with white noodles, accompanied by green green onions, although there is not much oiliness, but it exudes a natural fragrance of noodles, which makes Lin Zimo's appetite arouse.

In the memory of Xiao Lin Zimo in the past, this is one of the few delicacies he has eaten in the past three years after the dilapidated home of his former home.

Even Lin Zimo himself, in that world where fakes are rampant, he can't eat such a natural taste that exudes the fragrance of his face.

I had just eaten a piece of noodles with chopsticks, and suddenly a woman broke the gong and yelled outside: "Which one of the gluttonous people made something and stole my son's noodles?" ”

Lin Zimo trembled reflexively, his already thin face turned white, and his memory was full of fear for the owner of that voice.

The woman hurriedly stepped forward and hugged his little body, and rubbed the top of his head with her hand: "Mo'er, don't be afraid, my mother went out and told her." With that, he lifted the curtain and walked out.

Lin Zimo smiled bitterly, a big man actually let a woman's yelling be calmed, although it was an instinctive reaction of this body, it was also a joke.

Lin Zimo heard his mother explain: "Sister-in-law, I brought a bowl to Mo'er, his illness is not yet healed, and his body is too weak." ”

The voice immediately rose an octave: "The family is hungry, it is my son who makes up for his body, and your leprosy ghost son is not dead or alive, and he actually grabs food in the bowl of my champion son,

Lin Zimo couldn't help but support his forehead, in the memory of this body, the Lin family was quite well-off in Fucheng three years ago. Grandpa Lin Kui and Da Bo Lin Huaiyi are both talents, although Dad Lin Huaide can't study, his ability is average, but he can run a silk shop at home well, plus Uncle is a teacher, the family lives well, and he also hires three or four people.

Later, the original owner was too young at that time, and he only remembered his honest and loyal grandfather, who didn't know why, killed someone in the downtown area, and then committed suicide.

Everything was lost, and the family, led by grandma, returned to their hometown in disgrace.

This yelling woman is the eldest aunt Liu, a stingy person, Lin Huaide has no special skills except for trading, and he has no capital in his hands, so he has to take his two eldest sons Lin Zihao and Lin Zihan to clean up more than a dozen acres of land handed down by his ancestors all day long, and there is no other income.

After all, the uncle is a showman, and he found a teaching job, with an annual salary of eight taels of silver. In addition to keeping half of them themselves, there are only four taels handed over to the family, and the eldest brother of the uncle's family, Lin Ziwen, has to pay a tael of silver for Shu Xiu, and the rest is the family's pocket money.

The noise outside continued, and Niang Zhou still had a few words at first, but finally there was no sound, and Liu could knock in his voice. Lin Zimo's anger is gradually rising, when will he be so angry when he eats a bowl of noodles?

Just as he was about to get up and get off the kang, an old woman's voice came from outside: "Old family, when will it start, and you will agree to the sick child's food?" ”

Liu Shi paused for a moment, but still shouted loudly: "Mother-in-law, don't be partial to your old man, the money is all earned by my family, my son is going to take the top prize, of course he has to eat better to nourish his brain, you see, the noodles made for Ziwen, and let my younger brother and sister steal a bowl for the sick child, of course I have to talk about it." ”

It was the grandmother Huang who spoke, and Huang "snorted": "I haven't separated the family yet, you don't count what you said in the family, although the eldest earned a few dollars, you also left half of it, and only the children in the family went to school, and a child from the second family didn't go to school, and it usually doesn't matter, the child is sick now, and he eats badly, are you embarrassed to say?" Wasn't the food at home planted by the second father and son? ”

Liu muttered a few words, his voice was too small to hear clearly, and there was also the voice of the eldest brother's persuasion, but it finally slowly stopped.

was depressed, the door curtain was raised, grandma Huang walked in, saw Lin Zimo only ate two bites of noodles, sighed, rubbed his head, "Zimo, I know that you are a childish person, but your body is important, your aunt has a mouthless person, let's not be like her, the illness is just better, eat a few bites of food, ah!" Lin Zimo only felt that his eyes were hot, and all kinds of tastes came up, the regrets of his previous life, the panic after rebirth, as if it was no longer important, the people around him were loving him in their own way, what else could not be over?

After cleaning up, the family gathered in the house. Grandma and her sister Lin Yun lived in the east room of the three main houses, the uncle and the aunt lived in the west room, and the hall in the middle was the place for cooking. When the eldest brother Lin Ziwen was not in school, he lived alone in two west wings, a study and a bedroom, which was requested by the eldest uncle.

As for his family, in addition to his father and mother, there are two brothers and a younger sister Lin Yu, but the whole family of six is crammed into two east wings.

Lin Zimo was glad that the soil kang in the countryside was large enough, and at the same time, he was also amazed by the enthusiasm of the brothers and sisters for learning. With a little oil lamp work on the kang table, the second brother Lin Zihao (called according to the big row of the family) cherished a half-bald brush, dipped in water, and wrote softly on a white wooden board. The third brother Lin Zihan and the younger sister Lin Yu each practiced writing with a small wooden stick on the sand in the wooden plate that was simply made at first glance.

Zhou and Lin Huaide were a little behind, Zhou was holding a piece of clothing in his hand, squinting his eyes hard, sewing with the light, and Lin Huaide was tidying up the farm tools, and the corn cob should be collected in more than ten days, and everything had to be prepared in advance.

This half-bald brush is simply a treasure, and after half an hour, the third brother was changed to write gently, this is Lin Zimo's body is still weak, otherwise, several people must take turns to write. That's it, the eldest brother secretly gave it to them behind the eldest aunt's back.

Speaking of which, this eldest brother is still good, although the personality follows the uncle, honest and honest, but a few younger brothers and sisters from the heart, now the broken box on the kang hand-copied books on the straw paper, are the eldest brother's hard work, after practicing the pen, he copied all his books, otherwise, the eldest brother's study was watched tightly by the eldest uncle, and their brothers couldn't see it at a glance.

Looking at the serious crowd, Lin Zimo raised the book in his hand with a headache, to be honest, looking at these people, there was not even a punctuation mark, and he felt that his eyes were full of mosquito incense. Although I learned a few classical Chinese texts when I was in school, they were all marked, and there were vernacular annotations.

Reading sentence by sentence with difficulty, I have the impression that the original Lin Zimo is also a person who doesn't like to read books, what he likes is some essays, for this, he has been trained by his father and eldest brother.

After watching for nearly an hour and a half, there was a louder shout from the yard than a beautiful woman: "Some people just don't have eyes, what time are they still sleeping?" Lamp oil doesn't cost money, does it? Lin Zihao glared at Lin Zimo, who immediately threw down the book, and reluctantly blew out the light.