The next day, as soon as the sky was slightly bright, Lin Moyan had finished washing. Hurriedly ran to the north wing of the backyard, threw a note and put it at the door, took a stone and pressed it down, then turned around and left, and did not look back. The action is smooth and unhurried. I saw a note that read: "Older man, I have something to go home, Mo Yan." ”

The old man, the old cook of the academy, I don't know how many years I've been working, and my real name is Mo Yan, I don't know, I only know that others call him Uncle Geng. In the past six years, Mo Yan and this uncle have gotten along very well, after all, because of Mo Yan, the older man has almost rarely cooked in the past six years, except when Mo Yan goes home, otherwise he will water the flowers all day long, tease the birds, and live a very leisurely life. From knocking on the door and asking for leave to go home to writing notes now, the two know each other tacitly, and they have known each other for six years.

Mo Yan's home is in the east of Linjiawan Town, and it is also at the foot of Biluo Mountain, which is only three or four hours away from the college. At this time, on the mountain path, Mo Yan ran eastward towards the rising sun, with indescribable happiness and excitement. After all, he is only a fifteen-year-old boy, and he must have to talk to his parents about such a big thing as stepping on the road of cultivating immortals, for Zhang Lietou's words last night, he faintly felt that Zhang Lietou was not simple, such a man with peerless elegance, deep and calm eyes, not ordinary people can have.

"No matter what, as long as I can set foot on this path of cultivating immortals, I will be satisfied, I believe in Lietou, he said help me, and he will definitely be able to do it. Mo Yan walked on the path home, looked at the vibrant flowers and plants in front of him, and groaned without thinking.

At the east end of Linjiawan, in a family, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, big belly, fat body, sitting shirtless in the front yard cutting wood, with a little sweat on his face, is doing the work at hand diligently. This is Lin Moyan's home, his father Lin Fushan is a local carpenter, and he usually does carpentry work at home, making furniture and kitchenware for others. His mother, named Li Xuelian, was kind-faced, simple, kind, hardworking and capable, and like most of the women here, when the children were older, they would go to the local hunting group to cook, wash clothes, and earn some spare money for the family in case of emergency.

"Yan boy, you're back, I see you haven't been back for a few days? How are you doing at the academy? Do you want grandpa to give you a Luomen marriage? I see you're not too young. The old man Yao at the entrance of the village looked at Lin Moyan who was walking towards him, took a puff of dry tobacco, and said with a smile.

"Grandpa Yao, I'm still young, I think Brother Da Chong should be able to start a family. Mo Yan replied with a smile.

"That Guawa, who has the same virtue as his father, what is wrong with him, he has to be a sailor, and he and his father float around with fishing boats in Suruga all year round, and I don't know how to go home to see me, an old man. When Master Yao heard Mo Yan say that his grandson Lin Lichong, the corners of his mouth were crooked, and he exhaled smoke and scolded.

"In this way, then it is even more necessary to give Brother Chong Zhang Luo's marriage, so that someone will take care of it, what do you say? I'm leaving, take care of yourself, grandpa. Mo Yan replied with a smile and ran straight to his door.

"That's right, to do a happy event for Chong Wazi, he is afraid that he will not be able to leave for a year and a half, why didn't I think of it, it is still a young man's brain. Uncle Yao took a sharp puff of dry cigarette, and thought with a gleam in his eyes, with an indescribable smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was more than ten years younger in an instant.

"Daddy, I'm back, you're still doing woodwork, I'll go pour you a glass of water." Mo Yan pushed open the door of the house, saw his father who was doing work at a glance, and spoke.

"Yan'er is back, haha, it's just right to come back, come, take my ink fountain and add some ink, I'll use it later." Lin Fushan turned around and saw Lin Moyan in response, and said with a smile on his face.

"Oh, got it. I'm going to add it. Mo Yan picked up the ink fountain on the ground, looked at his father, and answered.

"Dad, I didn't find the inkstone, where did you put it?" Mo Yan shouted in the room.

"I don't know, Yan'er, you look for it yourself, I haven't seen it for a few days. Father Lin's rough words came, and then he continued to bury his head in his woodwork.

Lin Moyan was speechless for a while, and continued to look for the inkstone.

"Dad, I found it. You put it at the bottom of the cabinet, and it's all dusty. Mo Yan dusted off his ashes and shouted.

"Daddy knows. Mo Yan's father responded.

"Dad, the toner on this inkstone is clumped, where is the mallet, I'll grind it. Mo Yan shouted again.

"I don't know, you figure it out by yourself, Dad is busy. Father Lin replied impatiently.

"Well, I knew it was. Mo Yan pursed his lips and sighed.

After a while, I saw Mo Yan put the inkstone on the ground, pounded the ink block inside with a mallet, and added some water from time to time to grind the inkstone. Grinding, grinding, Lin Moyan seemed to think of something.

"That's not how my Lin Mo inkstone's name came from, although my father uses ink and inkstone to be a carpenter, but the name shouldn't be so arbitrary. Mo Yan muttered quietly and shook his head.

Lin Moyan added ink, got up and walked out of the door, put the ink fountain next to his father, looked at his father, and asked unconsciously: "Dad, who gave my name." ”

Father Lin glanced at the ink inkstone, thought for a while, and then said: "Nonsense, your name must have been given by me, when you were very young, you were particularly easy to cry, only when you watched me work, watched me cut wood, and watched me sometimes grind the inkstone to grind ink, you would not cry." ”

"I originally planned to name you Lin Mutou, because I worked as a carpenter for my father, and I dealt with wood all day long, but your mother didn't think it sounded, so she called Lin Moyan. Father Lin may have remembered Mo Yan when he was a child, and added a smile.

"Ah, that's true. Lin Moyan thought with a black line on his face.

"However, it's okay, it's much stronger than wood, and Lin Moyan is not unpleasant. I'm glad I was my mother. Otherwise, how can I see people now? Mo Yan smiled happily.

"What are you muttering?" said Father Lin as he looked at his son.

"No, no, Dad, I have something very important to tell you. Mo Yan said seriously.

Father Lin put down the work in his hand, looked at Mo Yan, and said, "Well, you can say it." ”

"I... I'm going to the big world outside, I want to go out to see the flying immortals, I'm going to go out to see and see, I'm going to start the road of cultivating immortals. Moreover, Uncle Lie has agreed to help me and let me go to the mountain behind the academy tonight to find him. Lin Moyan was very nervous at this time, for fear that his father would be angry and sad, not for anything else, after so many years of nurturing, Mo Yan was a flesh-and-blood teenager, how could he bear to make his father sad. So he deliberately dragged Uncle Lie into the water and said timidly.

After Father Lin heard it, he glanced at his son in front of him, pondered for a long time, and the air suddenly quieted down, Mo Yan was quite nervous at this time, and he didn't dare to interject, so he quietly waited for his father to speak.

Father Lin sighed and said, "Have you made up your mind?" ”

"Well, it's decided. Mo Yan looked at his father and said firmly.

"Hey, that's good, your Uncle Lie is not a person who doesn't know how to measure, since he agreed, there must be his reasons. I believe in Alie. Father Lin sighed.

"When you go outside, you have to take care of your body, pay attention to safety, and endure it if you can, you know. Father Lin added.

"Well, my son knows, I will, father, you have to live a good life at home with your mother, I won't go out for too long. Mo Yan said a little choked up at this time, but he was also a little excited, his emotional father was because of Uncle Lie, and he was lucky to keep Uncle Lie in front of him.

In the evening, Father Lin watched Mo Yan walk out of the door and said: "Go back to the academy quickly, I will say to your mother, she usually rarely comes back, and can only wait for the winter when the beasts in Biluo Mountain are less active, the hunting group will be on vacation, and she will come back to stay home." ”

"Well, father, take care, I won't go out anytime soon, I'll come back often these days, then, father, I'm going back to the academy." Mo Yan looked at his father and said affectionately.

Lonely shadow under the moon, Lin Moyan walked on the forest path, speechless all the way, and returned to the academy along the same road.