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The afternoon of the summer solstice is the hottest time of the year.

The central square of the Ink Village was silent, and the squeaking and chirping on weekdays were probably dazed by the scorching sun, and all of them wilted without making a sound.

Named after the world-famous headquarters of the Mo family, the village is a village, but in fact, in addition to not being surrounded by city walls, it is large enough to be called a small city.

In the northwest corner of the central square, there is a large courtyard covering an area, which is used by the Ink Village to train young ink scholars.

In the largest courtyard of the school, a group of fourteen or fifteen-year-olds, dressed in black burlap shirts and trousers, and straw sandals, lined up in three rows, facing a large house with a closed door.

The sun was poisonous, and the children were sweating profusely, but no one complained of heat. Everyone straightened their backs and their eyes were blazing. It's just that on their immature faces, which are not familiar with the world, there is more or less nervousness.

Mo Lin stood first on the left side of the third row, beads of sweat rolling on his forehead, his head was dizzy, and he was already showing some signs of heat stroke. And the joint pain that has plagued him all year round came out from the depths of his body, the pain carried a cold feeling, the outside of the body was scorching weather, and the body was cold torment, which made Mo Lin feel very difficult.

Fortunately, Mo Lin is optimistic by nature and has a strong temperament, although he is sad, he still stands tall and refuses to lose to others.

"I don't know when the results of the test will come out......," Mo Lin thought to himself. The three-year Ink Academy career has reached the most critical moment, and the Ink Maker Proficiency Test conducted on the summer solstice every year will select qualified children for ink training. The children who were not selected were sent to learn the life skills of the peasants and workers, and henceforth they were insulated from the glorious title of Moji.

Every child wants to be an ink maker, but everyone knows that only half of the twenty or so children present will be selected at most. Others would train farmers and artisans to become laborers in the village.

Although no one thinks that farmers and craftsmen are inferior to inkers, the children aspire to be inkers who will never turn their backs.

"I must pass the selection and then become a great ink artist like a giant!" Mo Lin's body tensed involuntarily, trying to make his body stand as upright as a javelin.

After waiting for a long time, the door in front of the children finally opened, and the three teachers who presided over the test walked out.

The children's eyes were on the scroll in the hands of the engineering teacher Mo Zhiwei, and they knew that the name selected by the examination was on it. When the most critical time came, everyone's mood suddenly became tense.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the results of the test have come out. In this test, we selected 12 students to enter the training of Xiamo. The remaining 16 students will start learning agricultural skills from tomorrow. ”

The first to speak was Bai Lixi, a smiling technical combat teacher, who was tall and angular, with an angular face, and a beautiful man as hard as a rock.

Like the rest of the ink makers, Baili Xi was dressed in black linen and wore a red wristband on his wrist that symbolized his identity in China and Mexico. He spoke with a stern gaze, and there was not the slightest wave in his tone, which was exactly the same as the serious style of teaching on weekdays.

"Ahem, actually...... In fact, farmers and craftsmen are also very important jobs, what do those who do not have farmers to grow grain eat? If there is no craftsman to build a machine, what will the inkman use? No matter what work you do, you are actually dedicating yourself to the spirit of the Mo family. So even if you don't pass the exam, please don't be sad. Mo Zhiwei, who was standing on the left side of Baili Xi, continued.

Mo Zhiwei is a big fat man with a bloated body, and children often say in private that his height and waist circumference are the same. Although he looks a little clumsy, Mo Zhiwei is one of the most skilled engineers in the Ink Village, and he has a gentle temper, so he is very loved by children. However, his persuasion at the moment did not make the children relax, but became more nervous.

"It's time to announce it." Qin Qin, the female teacher of the ritual department on the right side of Baili Xi, saw the eager anticipation of the children and said aside. Teacher Qin Qin is sweet-looking, tall, and gentle, and is deeply loved by children.

Mo Zhiwei slowly opened the scroll in his hand, cleared his throat, and began to announce the list of selected candidates.

"Yang Li, Jing Mo, Yu Luoye, Yang Fei, Baili Unrestrained, Mo Ran ......" The names spit out from Mo Zhiwei's mouth one by one, and the children who were read the names were ecstatic, while those who were not read the names secretly looked forward to the next one.

In the blink of an eye, eleven names have been announced, and only the last spot remains. Mo Zhiwei's lips opened, and the children's hearts rose to their throats.

Mo Lin is very nervous, he has always loved to joke and face life optimistically. But at this critical time, his hands and feet were still trembling, and he was weak.

"I want to be an inkman! I must be an inkman! Mo Lin's heart shouted loudly, and he eagerly hoped that Mo Zhiwei would be able to say his name.

"Luo ...... Qianqian. Mo Zhiwei gently opened her lips and spit out the last name, and the girl who was selected was standing in front of Mo Lin.

Mo Lin only felt a buzz in his head, and his dream of thinking about it was shattered. He watched in a daze as the lips of the three teachers opened and closed, but he couldn't hear a word. There was only one voice in his heart shouting: You're finished! You won't be able to become an inkman in your life!

After the selection was announced, it was a simple graduation ceremony. The classmates who have been together for three years are about to be separated, and the twelve children who have been selected have white wristbands on their wrists that symbolize the identity of the ink, and will be trained tomorrow as inkers.

Sixteen children, including Mo Lin, parted ways with them and were assigned to learn skills in agriculture and machine building according to their interests.

"Qianqian, congratulations." Gradually accepting the reality, Mo Lin also returned to normal, he pursed his lips and said to Luo Qianqian beside him.

Luo Qianqian is Mo Lin's tablemate, and it has been three years since the two children quarreled with each other at the beginning, drawing a dividing line on the desk and not allowing each other to cross the line to becoming good friends who don't talk about anything. I thought that we would continue to train ink artists together, but now we are facing a separation.

Mo Lin ...... I'm sorry. "Luo Qianqian is fifteen or sixteen years old, and she developed early, a little taller than Mo Lin of the same age. She had short and delicate hair, and her big eyes were full of tears. In the face of separation, although the children tried to pretend to be strong, the crumbling tears still revealed their sincere feelings.