New ink fragrance in old times

Chapter 179 Dream within a dream

It's all my fault. I drank porridge and Chinese medicine at night, and also drank a bowl of water, which made me feel so full."

After solving his physiological problems, Lin Mo began to think about his current situation.

He touched the things on his bed and found that they were all in their original places. He felt relieved. "This must be reality. I must have had a dream within a dream before. I was scared by those strange dreams."

Thinking of the bizarre plots in his dream, Lin Mo couldn't help but smile bitterly: "How could there be mobile phones in ancient times? The Lin family doesn't have machetes either. I'm just scaring myself."

Lin Mo shook his head, trying to drive those dreams out of his mind.

However, physical fatigue and mental tension soon made him feel sleepy again.

He returned to bed, lay down, closed his eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, Lin Sizhe's figure was like a ghost in the fog, making those elusive proposals again and again, while Lin Mo struggled with repeated rejections, until finally, he finally found his own voice in the dream, firmly asked Lin Sizhe to go back to sleep, and he fell into a deeper sleep.

The sky was just beginning to turn pale, and a touch of light blue-purple gently spread across the sky. It was nature's most delicate brushstroke, lightly outlining the tranquil painting.

The village was still immersed in dreams, and the occasional crowing of chickens in the distance and the subtle friction sounds of leaves nearby constituted a unique symphony in this early morning.

However, at this moment, the clear and slightly childish cry of a child, like the singing of birds, broke the tranquility, followed by bursts of quarrels, disturbing the sweet dreams of everyone in the Lin family.

Lin Mo turned over in the warm quilt, his sleepy eyes not yet fully open, but the crying was like an invisible force that penetrated the mist between dreams and reality and reached his heart.

He was delighted, and an inexplicable excitement surged in his heart. The crying was simply a call for him to have fun, making him eager to go and find out what was going on.

So he hurriedly lifted the quilt. As soon as his feet touched the ground, the coldness spread from the soles of his feet to his whole body, but he didn't care and rushed out.

Lin Mo rubbed his sleepy eyes, and heard his mother Han Suniang's gentle but slightly reproachful voice in his ears: "Sanlang, you child, why did you run out when you heard the noise? You haven't even put on your clothes yet."

Han Suniang said this as she helped Lin Mo put on his clothes.

"Mom, I'm anxious to go and take a look."

Lin Mo chuckled, secretly thanking his mother for not directly stopping him from going out. He put on his clothes hastily while making excuses.

Although his movements were hurried, he could not conceal the curiosity and excitement in his eyes.

After getting dressed, Lin Mo rushed out of the room like a gust of wind and headed straight for the source of the sound.

I saw Lin Xuebao holding He'er. Her little face was covered with crystal tears. Her little hands were tightly grasping Lin Xuebao's clothes. She was crying so sadly, as if the sky was falling.

Lin Mo squatted down and asked softly, his tone full of concern and curiosity.

"Oh, uncle, why is He'er crying?"

Lin Xuebo looked up at him, a smile on his face: "She wet the bed, and now she's the one who got upset first, and nothing she can do will stop her."

As he spoke, he gently shook his arms, trying to ease He'er's emotions in this way.

When Lin Mo heard this, he immediately understood the source of the crying and secretly laughed in his heart. He thought, isn't it normal for children to wet the bed? Why cry so sadly? His thoughts involuntarily drifted away and he began to ponder the deeper reasons.

Could it be that because of this, my uncle and aunt had a fight?

It shouldn't be.

After a while, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the yard. Then, Shen Xin was seen holding Lin Sizhe's hand with one hand and Lin Siheng's hand with the other. The three of them walked out of the house quickly with anxious looks on their faces, heading towards the kitchen with a clear goal.

Lin Xuebao was standing in the yard, gently patting He'er's back, who had calmed down, with one hand and the other hand on her shoulder, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Seeing this, Lin Xuebo held He'er in his arms and walked over to them, asking with concern, "Sister-in-law, what's going on? You guys are so anxious, like ants on a hot pan."

Shen Xin stopped, with a look of helplessness and a wry smile on her face. She sighed and said slowly:

"It's all because of that kid Liu Lang... Oh, he peed the bed. I wasn't going to light a fire, so I wanted to keep Liu Lang warm and prevent him from catching a cold. In this weather, what if he gets seriously ill? What will I do then?"

After hearing this, Lin Xuebo suddenly understood and comforted her, "Sister-in-law, don't take it to heart. Children are just like that. When we were kids, who hasn't wet the bed?"

Shen Xin nodded slightly, but then frowned and said worriedly, "It's just too cold today. I'm afraid the children will catch a cold."

Lin Mo listened from the side, secretly glad that he was an adult at heart, no longer the little kid who wet the bed. He couldn't help but laugh when he recalled the embarrassing experience of wetting the bed as a child.

I muttered to myself: This treatment is simply a public execution. Fortunately, it wasn't me.

At this time, Shen Xin had already started the fire. She turned to Lin Sizhe and said, "Silang, you keep an eye on Liulang here. Don't let him run around, and don't let him get too close to the fire to avoid burns. I'll go take care of the bedding now."

Lin Sizhe nodded seriously, his eyes full of responsibility: "Okay, Mom, I will take good care of Liu Lang."

Shen Xin turned to Lin Xuebao and said, "Third brother, the fire is ready. Hurry up and bring He'er over to warm herself. Don't let her get cold. I have to go to the backyard to dry the bedding. Liu Lang's wet bedding needs to be taken care of quickly."

Lin Xuebo nodded in agreement: "Okay, sister-in-law, go ahead and get busy."

As he said this, he held He'er in his arms and walked towards the fire.

Seeing this, Shen Xin nodded again and left the kitchen.

Lu Yue was holding a quilt tightly in her arms, about to hang it out in the yard, when she bumped into Shen Xin who was walking hurriedly. Seeing Shen Xin also holding a quilt, Lu Yue couldn't help but gossip:

"Sister-in-law, who wet the bed, Silang or Liulang?"

Shen Xin hung up the quilt, shook his head helplessly, and a wry smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "Who else could it be? My Liu Lang."

"Haha, I didn't expect that besides my He'er, Liu Lang also wet the bed."

Lu Yue burst into laughter, a smile that contained both a touch of schadenfreude and a certain empathy for her own child. "Last night, I deliberately made Nan Nan pee before bed, fearing he'd wet the bed in the middle of the night. And what happened? I was so well prepared, but He'er caught me off guard. When I woke up this morning, I saw the sheets were soaked."

Lin Mo stood aside, listening to the conversation between the two, and inexplicably felt an ominous premonition in his heart, as if a pair of eyes were secretly staring at him, ready to laugh at his "misfortune" at any time.

Sure enough, Lu Yue changed the subject and looked at Lin Mo with a smile: "Sanlang, you didn't wet the bed last night, did you?"

……

"What a sudden disaster!"

Lin Mo's face instantly turned red to his ears, and he stammered, "I... I'm such a grown-up, how could I wet the bed?"

Before he even finished speaking, he himself felt that his words sounded a little lacking in confidence.

"If I had known this, I wouldn't have joined in the fun."

Coincidentally, Lin Xuejin came out of the room and said, "Sanlang drank a lot of water last night. I woke him up twice last night."

When Lin Mo heard this, he was even more confused: "Why don't I remember? I clearly remember that I solved it by smearing it."

Shen Xin interjected, "Sanlang, that kid, can be woken up. But Silang is a very stubborn sleeper. I couldn't wake him up last night no matter how hard I tried."

Lin Xuejin also agreed: "Yes, sister-in-law, when I called Sanlang last night, he followed me with his eyes closed. I guess he didn't even know whether he wet the bed or not."

After hearing this, Lin Mo felt mixed emotions. On the one hand, he felt a little embarrassed to be so "concerned" by his family, and on the other hand, he couldn't help but wonder if he really did something "featly" last night.

He tried hard to recall what happened last night, but he could not remember anything except vague dreams.

In the end, Lin Mo could only shrug helplessly and said with a self-deprecating smile: It seems that I had a 'big dream' last night. But then again, who hasn't wet the bed when they were a child?