The days passed, and the weather warmed up rapidly during this time, and the enthusiasm of the people in the village for Yi Shuyuan gradually decreased, and there were fewer people who came to see it.

It's just that Yi Shuyuan's hair is now straightened, his face is much cleaner, his clothes are better than when he came, plus his facial features are upright and his body is slender, and his body is not rickety, so he can be called handsome by his own standards.

This kind of appearance is indeed outstanding in this poor and remote place, causing some women in the village to still pass by the Yi family from time to time, and Yi Shuyuan is quite a little crying and laughing at this.

And in the eyes of outsiders, not to mention that he is older than Yi Baokang, that is, he is a little over his thirties, of course, from Yi Shuyuan's own eyes, he thinks he is still very mature, at least not tender.

The people in the village who have seen Yi Shuyuan's appearance will privately praise him for his good looks, but not many people believe that he is Yi Baokang's brother, and more people still believe that Yi Shuyuan is the son of that person, after all, it is reasonable to calculate the time.

Of course, there won't be too many people who are too idle to correct Yi Baokang, after all, someone tried to correct it and made him anxious, so he was willing to call his eldest nephew his brother, then call it, the people in the village just regarded it as a joke after dinner.

Early in the morning, before Yi Shuyuan got up, he heard a sound in the direction of the kitchen in the house.

In the kitchen, Zhao pulled Yi Baokang to prevent him from serving porridge.

"Eat, eat, eat, know to eat, in charge, when are we going to raise such an outsider?"

Yi Baokang listens to his wife for many things on weekdays, but at this time, he shook off Zhao's hand and stared at her.

"What outsiders? That's my brother! I didn't do what my mother asked me before I died, and I already feel guilty! ”

"Do you really think he's your brother?"

"Do you believe the rumors outside? Don't say it's a matter of appearance, even the scar on my brother's leg that my brother suffered in the mountains to save me when I was a child is there, can I admit my mistake? ”

Seeing that Yi Baokang was a little excited, Zhao actually lowered his head and took the initiative to help him serve porridge, but when he glanced at the direction outside the kitchen, his mouth still didn't stop.

"Then why don't you say he's old?"

"This, maybe there is a god who saved my brother's life, maybe it was the underworld that let my brother's soul come back, and I don't look very old......"

"Shhh...... Don't talk about it, I have goosebumps! ”

Zhao couldn't help but stretch out his head to look outside again, fortunately, Yi Shuyuan just went out to bask in the sun, so he was more relieved.

This kind of talk is actually not convincing, after all, Yi Shuyuan's performance is there, just like an ordinary person, but no matter what outsiders say, Yi Baokang also knows that it is his brother, not only some traces of childhood, but also because of a feeling.

The courtyard of the Yi family is not too big, of course Yi Shuyuan can hear the quarrel in the kitchen, in fact, he has heard some whispers through the wall these nights, he has nothing to complain about, after all, he didn't agree with gnawing the old man before, let alone gnawing the brothers.

As for whether he looks old or not, judging from a series of experiences in this world, this is really not a big deal in Yi Shuyuan.

Of course, in the entire Xihe Village, it is estimated that Yi Baokang and Yi Yongan believe that Yi Shuyuan is the elder brother and uncle, and the others don't even believe in their respective daughters-in-law, Zhao and Li, and the children are counted separately.

This period of time is a really quiet day, and Yi Shuyuan has also thought about it a lot.

Yi Shuyuan felt confused and uneasy in his heart, feeling that he was afraid that it would be difficult to return to that familiar world, how he hoped that all this was a dream.

The world is so open, the stars are so numerous, it is so familiar and so strange, the loneliness lingers, and the heart is difficult to truly settle.

Sorting out his chaotic thoughts, Yi Shuyuan put aside his worries for the time being, closed his eyes and faced the east to feel the warmth of the sun, and also felt his own existence.

After all, people have to merge into reality, no matter where the reality is, no matter what kind of reality it is.

"Baokang."

Yi Shuyuan opened his eyes and shouted to the kitchen, and Yi Baokang hurriedly took this opportunity to get out in front of his daughter-in-law, and specially ran out to answer a sentence.

"Brother, I'm here."

"Are some of my father's things still there?"

Yi Shuyuan walked over as he spoke, and continued to express his thoughts to Yi Baokang.

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After a while, Yi Shuyuan followed Yi Baokang into the back room of the hall, which was also the living room of Yi Baokang and his wife, and the Zhao family also followed, and several people finally stopped in front of a wooden box that had been sealed for a long time.

"Brother, that's it, some of them are gone, and the rest are inside."

Listening to Yi Baokang's words, Yi Shuyuan nodded, squatted down and swept away a layer of fine ash from the box with his sleeve, the dust choked him twice, and then he carefully opened the wooden box, which contained a lacquered mahogany box in addition to some clothes.

Yi Shuyuan reached out and touched the wooden box, and vague childhood memories surfaced in his mind.

A person who couldn't remember what he looked like laughed and clapped his hands beside him: "Okay, good, this couplet is very wonderful, this word is even better, it is indeed better than being a father, I am willing to gamble and lose, tomorrow my father will go into the city to buy sugar gourds for you!" ”

"If you talk about it, your brother should have it too!"

"Hey, that's nature, why did the father break his word?"

"Oh oh, daddy is the best!"

Unconsciously, the corners of Yi Shuyuan's mouth had raised an arc, and he gently opened the box, which was neatly placed with pen and ink inkstones, and a few pieces of slightly yellowed white paper.

The pen is still good, the ink has cracked, and even the old inkstone is missing a big corner.

After looking at it for a while, Yi Shuyuan still closed the lid of the small wooden box, carefully took the wooden box out and walked to the hall outside, and left the other old clothes and pants in the box alone.

After a while, the rest of the Yi family also gathered around the table in the hall, with a hint of curiosity in their eyes.

Preparing to write here for the first time, Yi Shuyuan added a little sense of ritual to himself, and only after cleaning his hands did he arrive at the table, and the four treasures of the study room were laid out on the table.

The broken inkstone was padded with a stone on one side of the hole, and then the water was taken and the old ink strip that was dry and cracked was carefully ground into the ink, and the gesture had its own elegance in it.

All the movements are both a little strange and familiar, lifting the pen and dipping the ink, but the tip of the pen stopped at the distance from the paper, Yi Shuyuan took a deep breath, and then dropped the ink on the paper.

But apparently the first stroke was not well controlled, and the tip of the pen drew a lump of ink directly on the paper.

"Hiss......"

Yi Shuyuan gasped, and encouraged himself to finish writing a word, but he didn't even see it, this word was simply miserable, and some people on the side couldn't help but laugh.

Yi Shuyuan endured the embarrassment of being able to buckle his toes out of the three-bedroom apartment, and tried his best to keep himself calm.

Take it easy, Yi Shuyuan, you can do it, you have to believe in yourself, normal people don't write for decades, you are a cultural person nearby......

After taking deep breaths repeatedly, Yi Shuyuan finally calmed down again, since he had written so poorly, his psychological burden was less.

The heart is uncertain, the hand is unsteady, and he is in a hurry to ink, and his writing is naturally a little shaky, but Yi Shuyuan's face is thick, and when others do not exist, he gradually has no distractions in practice.

It can be said that Yi Shuyuan consciously has some talents in body and soul, and the memories of the past have gradually been drawn out of his heart by the wolf pen, but after writing more than a dozen words, Yi Shuyuan's words after putting pen to paper have been relatively neat.

After writing on the front and back of the two sheets, Yi Shuyuan looked at the words, and felt that it was more pleasing to the eye.

And the few people standing next to Yi Shuyuan were also a little shocked at the moment, they didn't know a single word in their lives, they just felt that their brother or uncle's handwriting was really beautiful, and they couldn't starve to death just with this handwriting, right?

The simple thoughts of others are actually Yi Shuyuan's plan, and at this moment he is even more settled in his heart, with a little knowledge of himself, well, at least he can write and read, and he should be able to find a relatively better job to support himself first.

Yi Shuyuan didn't mind selling his strength, but first, he was not confident in his physical fitness, and secondly, he felt that in this society, the advantage of knowledge was extremely obvious, and it would be too wasteful not to use his strengths.