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The report card that decided Mo Lin's fate showed very clearly, his score in the technical combat subject was only Ding, whether it was strength or speed test, he was at the bottom, and he was even inferior to a girl.

"Mo Lin, your body is congenitally weak, your strength and body are inferior to ordinary people, and you have a strange disease of joint pain. And the ink maker has very high requirements for physical fitness, so unfortunately you can't be an ink maker. ”

This is Teacher Qin Qin's explanation to Mo Lin, which not only completely pronounced the shattering of his dreams, but also made Mo Lin realize that from the day he was born, he was much weaker than others.

According to Teacher Qin Qin, Mo Lin told him that he was an orphan picked up by Mo Lin when he was on a mission outside - there are many orphans like Mo Lin in the village, and they all have Mo as their surname.

When he was picked up, Mo Lin weighed less than three pounds, was skinny, breathing intermittently, and could die at any time. Fortunately, at that time, a doctor from a medical family was a guest in Moshi Village, and found that Mo Lin was born with a broken heart vein, and he used the doctor's magic power to treat him, which pulled Mo Lin back from the ghost gate.

Although he survived by luck, Mo Lin is far weaker than normal children in terms of development and physique. Otherwise, he also suffered from a painful joint, which made his limbs unable to exert strength.

Because he was afraid of hurting his self-esteem, no one told Mo Lin about these things, and it wasn't until he went to check the results that he asked hard about it, and he learned a thing or two from Teacher Qin Qin's mouth.

"Didn't Teacher Mo Zhiwei say that I was born to be useful, maybe I have other potentials that I haven't explored." Mo Lin didn't feel so sad, and fate was not something he could control. He always felt that although people could not control their own birth, they could control how they lived.

Instead of living with self-pity, it is better to find something suitable for yourself to do. If it weren't for Mo Lin who has maintained such an optimistic attitude since he was a child, I am afraid that there would only be complaining about the sky and others in his current life.

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In the evening, Mo Lin walked out of the store after a busy day, he looked at the sunset that was about to set in the west and stained half of the sky red, stretched out his arms and moved his tired muscles and bones.

Today was the day to go to Luo's house for dinner, and he went to the grocery store next door to buy a bottle of rice wine as a gift.

The Luo family lives in a simple and clean small courtyard, which is a paradise-like place for Mo Lin, an orphan who grew up in the Mo family's dormitory, which makes him feel extraordinarily warm.

"It smells so good!" As soon as he entered the courtyard, Mo Lin screamed, and he hid the rice wine bottle behind him to prevent Aunt Luo from seeing it.

"Mo Lin is here, let's go in." Aunt Luo was cooking in the open-air kitchen in the courtyard, and the pumpkin cup in the cage drawer was steaming, already exuding bursts of aroma.

"Okay." Mo Lin walked into the house, Uncle Luo was putting the dishes, and when he saw Mo Lin taking out the rice wine bottle hidden behind him and shaking it, he immediately squeezed his eyes, and the old and the young showed a tacit smile.

Aunt Luo didn't allow Uncle Luo to drink, but every time Mo Lin came to eat, he would secretly bring a bottle of rice wine, which had become a fixed pre-dinner aperitation ritual for the old and the young.

While Aunt Luo was still cooking, Mo Lin and Uncle Luo each poured a glass of rice wine into their stomachs. As soon as the wine entered his throat, Mo Lin felt a warm current rushing into his stomach, as if a hot wire spread from his stomach, transferring heat to the limbs of his body, making people feel extremely comfortable.

"Wine is such a good thing." Mo Lin said with great satisfaction.

"You kid is fortunate to have been born in the Ink Village, otherwise I'm afraid you wouldn't have become an alcoholic." Uncle Luo said with a smile.

"You're not the same." Mo Lin retorted unceremoniously. Because of the common hobby of rice wine, the two of them are more like friends who have forgotten their years, after all, there are not many people in the village who really like to drink.

The two of them just drank a glass of rice wine and a bottle of rice wine. Uncle Luo's face remained unchanged, but Mo Lin's face was already red. It seems that ginger is old and spicy, and the amount of alcohol is also old.

As soon as she drank all the wine, Luo Qianqian's voice came from outside.

"Mom." As soon as she entered the door, Luo Qianqian hugged Aunt Luo and shouted with a smile.

"Oh, I'll serve the food, don't stain your clothes." I haven't seen my daughter for more than a month, and seeing her daughter's appearance becoming more and more delicate, Aunt Luo, as a mother, is happy in her heart.

"I'll help you." After a year of ink training, Luo Qianqian has a bit of a boy's spirit, she rolled up her sleeves and helped her mother bring two dishes into the house.

"Mo Lin, you're here to eat and drink again!" Seeing that Mo Lin was also there, Luo Qianqian smiled, and then said in a low voice: "Your face is so red, are you secretly drinking with my father again?" ”

Mo Lin hurriedly made a silent gesture: "Shhh ”

"Hmph...... It's like this every time, and when you drink, your face turns red like a monkey's ass. Luo Qianqian put the dishes on the table, looked at Mo Lin's red face and smiled.

"Qianqian, I've brought you a gift." Mo Lin hurriedly diverted the topic.

"Oh, where?" Sure enough, she was still a child, and when she heard that there was a gift, Luo Qianqian was very excited.

Mo Lin mysteriously took out a square wooden box in his arms.

"This is ......" Luo Qianqian took it in her hand and looked at it over and over, but she didn't know what it was.

"It's a miniature crossbow that I secretly developed, and it's very powerful." Mo Lin was triumphant.

"One of your light clicks warms my whole codeword life. Let's watch the fantasy channel of Literature Network, more exciting content is waiting for you! ”

The square wooden box that originally looked plain was fiddled with by Mo Lin a few times, and it turned into a miniature mechanical crossbow that was only the size of a palm but had all the organs. Combined with Shang Molin's special three-inch-long miniature crossbow arrows, it is like a miniature version of a powerful mechanical repeater.

"It's so delicate." Luo Qianqian didn't care about it at first, but when she got it in her hand and shot an arrow, she was amazed.

Although the crossbow machine is small, it is better because it is well constructed, the strength is not weak, the muzzle velocity is very fast, and the track is also very clear. The bolts that were shot out were nailed to the pillars in the middle of the house, and they were not enough to penetrate two inches. If it is against the enemy, such lethality is enough to make the opponent lose its combat effectiveness.

"It's great, I like this gift!" Luo Qianqian happily put the miniature crossbow on the palm of her hand, and asked Mo Lin to teach her how to fold and unfold.

Uncle Luo on the side muttered: "As soon as I got home, I fiddled with these, what a good pillar was shot out of a hole by you, alas......"

Aunt Luo quickly served all the dishes, and Luo Qianqian also understood the mystery of the miniature machine crossbow, and under the urging of Aunt Luo, the meal was served.

Aunt Luo's craftsmanship is very good, Mo Lin gobbled it up, and her stomach was round when she ate. His eating appearance was too indecent, and he was ridiculed by Luo Qianqian as if he was reincarnated as a hungry ghost, Mo Lin glared back fiercely, and the two of them fought while eating as they did when they were at the same table.