Talk about the world of mortals in detail

As the days passed, the weather quickly warmed up during this period. The villagers' enthusiasm for Yi Shuyuan gradually declined, and fewer people came to see him.

It's just that Yi Shuyuan's hair is straightened now, his face is much cleaner, and his clothes fit better than when he came here. In addition, his facial features are straight and his body is slender, and his body is not stooped. He can be called handsome by his own standards. .

Such appearance is indeed outstanding in this remote and remote area, so some women in the village still pass by the Yi family from time to time. Yi Shuyuan is quite dumbfounded by this.

And in the eyes of outsiders, not to mention that he is older than Yi Baokang, even if he is in his thirties, he is a bit too old. Of course, from Yi Shuyuan's own point of view, he still considers himself very mature, at least not young.

People in the village who have seen Yi Shuyuan's appearance will more or less privately praise how good he looks. However, not many people believe that he is Yi Baokang's brother. More people still believe that Yi Shuyuan is that man's son. After all, time has passed. This is reasonable.

Of course, there won’t be many people who have enough time to correct Yi Baokang. After all, someone tried to correct him and made him anxious. So if he wants to call his eldest nephew his brother, then he can call him brother. The villagers will only treat him as his brother. After-dinner jokes.

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

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

"Eat, eat, eat, just know how to eat. Head of the family, how long are we going to support such an outsider?"

Yi Baokang usually obeyed his wife on many things, but at this time he shook off Zhao's hand and stared at her.

"What outsider? That's my brother! I didn't do what my mother asked me to do before she passed away, and I already feel guilty!"

"Do you really think he is your brother?"

"Do you also believe the rumors outside? Don't say it's a matter of appearance. Even the scars on my brother's leg when he was trying to save me in the mountains are there when I was little. Can I admit my mistake?"

Seeing that Yi Baokang was a little excited, Ms. Zhao actually lowered her head and took the initiative to help him serve the porridge. However, she glanced in the direction outside the kitchen and kept talking.

"Then why do you think he doesn't age?"

"Well, maybe there was a god who saved my brother's life. Maybe he was brought back from the underworld. He doesn't look that old."

"Stop talking, it makes my skin crawl!"

Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but stretched her head to look outside again. Fortunately, Yi Shuyuan happened to go out to bask in the sun, so she felt relieved.

In fact, this kind of words is not convincing. After all, Yi Shuyuan's performance is that of an ordinary person. But no matter what outsiders say, Yi Baokang also knows that he is his brother, not just some who have been there since childhood. Traces, also because of a feeling.

The yard of the Yi family is not that big. Of course, Yi Shuyuan can hear the quarrels in the kitchen from where he is sitting. In fact, he has also heard some complaints through the wall at night these days. He has nothing to complain about. After all, he did not agree with chewing the elderly in the past. , not to mention nibbling on brothers.

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

Of course, in the entire Xihe Village, Yi Baokang and Yi Yongan are probably the only two people who believe that Yi Shuyuan is his elder brother and uncle. The others, even their respective daughters-in-law, Zhao and Li, don't believe it, and the children are another matter. .

This period of time was truly quiet, and Yi Shuyuan also thought a lot.

Yi Shuyuan felt confused and uneasy in his heart. He felt that it would be difficult for him to return to the familiar world. How he hoped that this was all a dream.

This world is so vast, with so many stars, so familiar yet so strange. The feeling of loneliness lingers, and it is difficult to truly settle down.

After sorting out his chaotic thoughts, Yi Shuyuan put aside his worries for the time being, closed his eyes and faced the east, feeling the warmth of the sun and his own existence.

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

"Bao Kang."

Yi Shuyuan opened his eyes and shouted towards the kitchen. Yi Baokang inside quickly used this to get out in front of his wife and ran out to respond.

"Brother, I'm here."

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

Yi Shuyuan said as he walked over 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 main hall, which was also the room where Yi Baokang and his wife lived. Zhao followed suit, and they finally stopped in front of a wooden box that had been dusty for a long time.

"Brother, this is it. Some of it is gone, and the rest is inside."

Listening to Yi Baokang's words, Yi Shuyuan nodded, squatted down and used his sleeves to sweep away a layer of fine dust on the box. The dust made him cough twice, and then he carefully opened the wooden box. Except for some clothes, it was , and a lacquered mahogany box.

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

A man who could not remember his appearance laughed loudly and clapped his hands: "Okay, okay, this couplet is wonderful, and this word is even better. It is indeed better than being a father. I am willing to admit defeat. Tomorrow, dad will go to the city specifically." I’ll buy you some candied haws!”

"Keep your word, and my brother must have it too!"

"Hey, that's natural. Why did my father ever break his promise?"

"Oh oh oh, daddy is the best!"

Unknowingly, the corner of Yi Shuyuan's mouth had raised an arc, and he gently opened the box. Inside were neatly placed pens, inkstones, and a few pieces of slightly yellowed white paper.

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

After looking at it for a while, Yi Shuyuan closed the small wooden box, carefully took it out and walked to the main room outside, leaving other old clothes and pants in the box alone.

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

When preparing to write here for the first time, Yi Shuyuan added a sense of ritual to himself. After cleaning his hands, he went to the table. The Four Treasures of the Study were placed on the table.

He used stones to pad one side of the broken inkstone, then took some clean water and used the cracked old ink stick to carefully grind the ink. There was an elegance to that gesture.

All the movements were somewhat unfamiliar, yet extremely familiar. When he picked up the pen and dipped ink, the pen tip stopped just short of the paper. Yi Shuyuan took a deep breath and then dropped the ink onto the paper.

But obviously I didn't control the first stroke well, and the pen tip drew a lump of ink directly on the paper.

"hiss"

Yi Shuyuan took a breath and encouraged himself to finish writing a word without even looking at it. The word was so terrible that some people nearby couldn't help but laugh.

Yi Shuyuan endured the embarrassment of being able to dig out three rooms and one living room with his toes, and tried to keep himself calm.

Relax, Yi Shuyuan, you can do it. You have to believe in yourself. Normal people are like this if they haven't written for decades. You are the only educated person around here.

After taking deep breaths repeatedly, Yi Shuyuan finally calmed down again. Since his writing was so poor, the psychological burden was reduced.

His mind was unsteady, his hands were unsteady, and he was eager to write ink, so his writing was naturally a little shaky. However, Yi Shuyuan became thick-skinned and pretended to be no one else, and he gradually became more focused during practice.

It can be said that Yi Shuyuan realized that he had some talents in body and soul, and the memories of the past were gradually brought out of his heart by the Langhao pen. After writing only a dozen words, Yi Shuyuan's words were already relatively neat after he started writing.

After finishing writing on both sides of the two pieces of paper, Yi Shuyuan looked at the words and felt that they were more pleasing to the eye. Thanks to the memory of this life, the words he wrote did not feel unfamiliar.

The few people standing next to Yi Shuyuan were also a little shocked at this moment. They had never known a word in their lives, but they just thought that their brother or uncle's handwriting was really beautiful. Just having this handwriting would make them hungry, right?

The simple thoughts of others are actually Yi Shuyuan's plan. At this moment, he feels more at ease. With his own knowledge, well, at least he can write and read. He should be able to find a relatively better job to support himself first.

Yi Shuyuan didn't mind selling his strength, but firstly, he didn't have enough confidence in his physical fitness. Secondly, he felt that in this society, the advantages of knowledge were extremely obvious, and it would be a waste not to use one's own strengths.