Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 11 Facing the Reality
The days passed day by day, and the weather also warmed up rapidly during this time. The villagers' enthusiasm for Yi Shuyuan gradually decreased, and fewer people came to see it.

It's just that Yi Shuyuan's hair has been straightened out now, his face is much cleaner, his clothes fit better than when he came here, and his facial features are well-proportioned and his figure is slender, and his figure is not stooped. By his own standards, he can be called handsome .

This kind of appearance is indeed outstanding in this remote village, so some women in the village still pass by Yi's house from time to time, and Yi Shuyuan is quite dumbfounded about this.

And in the eyes of outsiders, let alone being older than Yi Baokang, it means that he is over 30 years old. Of course, from Yi Shuyuan's own point of view, he thinks he is still very mature, at least not tender.

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 elder brother, and more people still believe that Yi Shuyuan is that person's son, after all, time counts This is reasonable.

Of course, there will not be too many people who are too idle to correct Yi Baokang. After all, someone tried to correct Yi Baokang and made him anxious. If he wants to call his eldest nephew his elder brother, then he should call him his elder brother. After-dinner jokes.

In the early morning of this day, before Yi Shuyuan got up, he heard noises 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, you know how to eat. Master, how long are we going to keep such an outsider?"

Yi Baokang usually listened to his wife in many matters, but at this moment 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. I already feel guilty!"

"You really think of him as 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 injured when he was on the mountain to save me when I was young is there. Can I admit my mistake?"

Seeing that Yi Baokang was a little excited, Mrs. Zhao unexpectedly lowered her head and offered to help him serve the porridge, but she looked in the direction outside the kitchen and kept talking.

"Then why do you think he is not old?"

"Well, maybe there is a god who saved my brother's life, maybe it was the underworld that brought my brother back to life, so I don't look old at all."

"Hiss, stop talking, it makes my skin crawl!"

Mrs. Zhao couldn't help stretching her head out to look outside again. Fortunately, Yi Shuyuan happened to be out to bask in the sun, so she felt more at ease.

This kind of statement 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 just the one who was there when he was a child Traces, but also because of a feeling.

The yard of Yi’s house is not too big. Of course, Yi Shuyuan can hear the quarrel in the kitchen. In fact, he also heard some complaints through the wall these nights. He has nothing to complain about. , not to mention nibbling brothers.

As for whether he looks old or not, judging from a 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 Yong'an probably believe that Yi Shuyuan is the elder brother and uncle, and the rest, even their respective daughter-in-laws, Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Li, don't quite believe it, and the children don't. .

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

Yi Shuyuan felt confused and uneasy, and felt that it would be difficult for him to return to the familiar world. How much he hoped that all this was just a dream.

The world is so vast, so many stars, so familiar yet so strange, the loneliness is lingering, and the heart is hard to be truly stable.

Sorting out his chaotic thoughts, Yi Shuyuan temporarily put aside his boredom, 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 yelled towards the kitchen, and Yi Baokang inside hurriedly took advantage of this to get away in front of his wife, and ran out to answer.

"Brother, I'm here."

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

Yi Shuyuan walked over while talking, 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, where Yi Baokang and his wife lived. Mrs. Zhao followed suit, and they finally stopped in front of a dusty wooden box.

"Brother, this is it, some are gone, and the rest are inside."

Listening to Yi Baokang's words, Yi Shuyuan nodded, knelt down and swept away the layer of fine dust on the box with his sleeves, the dust choked him twice, and then he carefully opened the wooden box, except for some clothes , and a lacquered mahogany box.

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

A person who can no longer remember his appearance laughed and clapped his hands beside him: "Okay, okay, this couplet is wonderful, and this word is even more improved. It is indeed better than being a father. I am willing to gamble and admit defeat. Tomorrow, my father will go to the city specially." I'll go buy candied haws for you!"

"Words keep their promises, and my younger brother must have them too!"

"Hey, that's natural, why did my father break his promise?"

"Oh, daddy is the best!"

Before he knew it, the corners of Yi Shuyuan's mouth raised an arc. He gently opened the box, and there were neatly placed pens, inkstones, and a few pieces of slightly yellowed white paper inside.

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

After looking at it for a while, Yi Shuyuan still put the lid on the small wooden box, carefully carried the wooden box out and went to the main room outside, leaving 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 main room, with a trace of curiosity revealed in their eyes.

It was the first time he was preparing to write here, and Yi Shuyuan added a sense of ritual to himself. After cleaning his hands, he went to the table, where the four treasures of the study were laid out.

Pad the broken inkstone with stones on one side of the breach, then take clear water and carefully grind the ink with the dry and cracked old ink stick. There is a sense of elegance in the gesture.

All the movements were strange yet familiar. When he picked up the pen and dipped the ink, the tip of the pen stopped on the paper. Yi Shuyuan took a deep breath, and then fell the ink on the paper.

But it was obvious that the first stroke was not well controlled, and the tip of the pen directly scratched a lump of ink on the paper.

"hiss"

Yi Shuyuan gasped, and encouraged him to write a word, but he didn't even see it. The word was so horrible that some people beside him couldn't help but sneered.

Yi Shuyuan resisted the embarrassment that his toes could break out of three rooms and one living room, and tried to keep himself calm.

Take it easy, Yi Shuyuan, you can do it, you have to believe in yourself, normal people do this without writing for decades, but you are the only educated person around here
After repeated deep breaths, Yi Shuyuan finally calmed down again. Now that the writing is so bad, the psychological burden is less.

Unsteady mind, unsteady hands, eager to write, naturally trembling when writing, but Yi Shuyuan thickened his face and pretended that no one else was there, and gradually became distracted during practice.

It can be said that Yi Shuyuan felt that both body and soul were gifted, and the memories of the past were gradually drawn out of his heart by the Langhao pen. After writing a dozen or so words, Yi Shuyuan's writing was relatively neat.

After writing the front and back of the two sheets of paper, Yi Shuyuan looked at the words and felt that they were more pleasing to the eye. Thanks to the memory of this world, the words were written without feeling strange.

And the few people standing beside Yi Shuyuan were also a little shocked at the moment. They didn't know a single handwriting in their life, but they just thought that their brother or uncle's handwriting was really beautiful.
Other people's simple thoughts are actually Yi Shuyuan's plan, and now he feels more at ease. With his own knowledge, 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 doesn't mind selling his strength, but firstly, he lacks confidence in his physical fitness, and secondly, he feels that in this society, the advantage of knowledge is extremely obvious, and it would be too wasteful not to use his own strengths.

(End of this chapter)