Durin Kersma is the third boy in the Quesma family, and in addition to his two older brothers and one older sister, he has three younger brothers and two younger sisters. It can be said that the Kersma family has prospered at least until Durin's generation.

But unfortunately, Kersma is not a prominent surname with a deep background, the so-called family ...... It's just a good-natured joke by the countrymen about Mr. Farmer's family, who made him give birth to so many children?

Yes, Durin was only a farmer's son, and he had to do a very heavy daily manual labor in order to enjoy a little free time after dinner.

If nothing had happened to him, Dühring might have been twenty years old at the age of twenty to marry a pockmarked woman in the country where he lived, with a pack horse or two mules, and a rough man with a face on a par with him in farm work. He would then be kicked out of the house by his father, and with the help of his siblings, he would build a log cabin of his own as close to home as possible, and then do as his farmer's father did.

During the day, as much as possible, cultivate as much as possible, and take care of crops that are not very problematic.

At night, he worked on his wife's belly as much as possible, striving to give birth to enough offspring for himself to lighten the burden on himself for a period of time to come.

Almost all farmers will spend their lives in such a prosaic way, and there may be a little flash of light in their simple and ordinary life, but that flash is only a small unwillingness in the sun, and no one can notice it at all.

However, this is something that can only happen without accidents, and our story begins with a small accident in Doolin!

"My God!, how could this have happened?", Lady Kersma covered her mouth in disbelief as she watched as her eldest and second sons dragged the unconscious Durin from the carriage.

It was evident that his head was wounded, and there was a dried blood mark on his forehead, and it seemed that if he had not drunk Mr. Kersma's wine and fell to the ground and touched a stone, then he had gone to dig for the bird's nest again.

There's not much entertainment in the countryside away from the city, except for the time after the lights are turned off at night. So most young people spend a little bit of their free time drinking, gambling, and peeking at girls. Of course, if possible, they will also think a little about their stomachs, such as getting some game to treat their stomachs without oil and water.

The eldest son, Mason, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and he smiled bitterly and briefly explained the whole story. To put it simply, after doing the work that should be done, the three of them sneaked to the haystack to be lazy, and a stone that flew from somewhere hit Durin in the forehead, and then he has been unconscious until now.

With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Kersma walked up to Durin, gently brushed his hair, and groped Durin's still tight little face with her rough palms, "My poor Doolin ......", when she looked up again, her eyes became a little fierce, "Do you know who threw the stone?"

In the countryside, if a woman has the temperament of a "big lady", then she may not live to be thirty years old and will die of depression. Don't underestimate the lethality of the countrymen, who have a not-so-friendly mouth and far more savagery than they can see, as the highly repetitive and heavy farm work they all have. That's just an after-dinner anecdote, and it's a family unit that fights over small things that don't fit on the table.

Mason sneered and scratched his head, he didn't see the man.

After scolding the shit, Mrs. Kersma told the two brothers to move Durin back to his squeaky bed.

They didn't hire a priest, they didn't call a doctor, it's not that they can't even get that little money, it's that they have to wait. If Doolin hadn't woken up in a day or two, they would invite the only priest in town to come and see Dorin, or the doctor who had spoken so much that he had four of his teeth knocked out to diagnose him.

It may seem like murder to people in the city, but in the country, it's the right thing to do.

Until the last resort, I will never come up with a penny!

In his coma, Durin had a dream, a complicated dream, in which he saw strange things and experienced a journey that he could not describe. He woke up when something called a bullet pierced the poor worm.

The first words after he woke up made waves in this family, which had been quiet for decades.

I'm going to town!

Mr. Kersma sat cross-legged in the hard wooden chair, the cigarette in his hand burning, and he shuddered and threw the last piece of his ass on the ground, and raised his foot to run it over. When he raised his head again, the members of the family all maintained a very serious and humble expression.

Mr. Kersma is the real master of this family, without him, there would be no one here, and for the ignorant and backward countryside, Mr. Kersma obviously has more power than theocratic law and imperial law.

"You...... Want to go to the city?", Mr. Kersma tried to keep his tone as low as he could, which seemed to him a very stupid thing to do. If the countryside is a safe haven, then the city is hell and a devil's cave. Every minute, every second, is an ordeal. In that damn place, it seems like it costs money to even breathe.

No money?

Then you can only become a homeless person, and if you are lucky, you may encounter the alms of well-wishers to fill your stomach. If you're unlucky, it's very likely that the traffickers will be caught and sent north to mine. After all, a strong lad like Durin is the favorite type of mine owner.

In the face of Mr. Kersma's inquiry, Durin nodded seriously, "Yes father, I'm going to the city." I can't stay in this kind of place for a lifetime, human life is incomparably precious, and if I can't shine the brightest brilliance, it's no more comfortable to live than to die. ”

"You can't read, and when you go to the city you're like a blind man with your eyes open. You can't read street signs, you can't read newspapers, you can't even read job recruitment briefings!"

Knowing that Mr. Kersma was trying to stop him, Durin had already made up his mind to leave the country. He can't be in this place like a walking corpse slowly rotting and decaying, he needs to create his own life.

Just like the poor guy in the dream, even if his wife is separated in the end, even if he has nothing in the end, even if he dies under something called a bullet in the end, he has to release his own dazzling light to the fullest.

If it's mediocre, it's better to die!

"I know you've got your knowledge, but I want to get out of here. I can repair leather shoes and umbrellas, which are skills that I can live in the city. And I can endure hardship, father, I don't want to be paid, just give me a place to live, and I'm sure someone will be willing to hire a fool like me. Convincing Mr. Kersma was the only way for Dohrin to get out of the country.

Every week, a car passes by the place called Wild Alfalfa, but to get on the bus, you need money.

In the big family of Kersma, except for Mr. Kersma's money, even Mason, the eldest son who is already nineteen years old, has not touched the money a few times, let alone him, a guy who is even behind.

"Are you sure you want to leave, leave me and your mother, and your brothers and sisters?", Mr. Kersma's tone became a little stern, for the most unbearable thing for a parent like him, who grew up in the countryside, was the ignorant child who rejected his kindness and constantly disobeyed his will.

Durin was silent for a moment, then stood up and pulled his belt down. It was made of a cow's tendon, and it was very strong, and it was covered with a thick layer of putty. He placed his belt on the table, then took off his shirt and lay on the floor.

"If you wish to enforce the family law, then please enforce it before I leave!", said Doolin categorically, "because I have made the first and most important decision in my life, that I am going to leave here and go to the city." ”

"Even if I get injured and die in the city, that's the path I chose. I respect you, I love you, you have given me life, but I hope that one day in my life will let me personally take charge of my own future!

In the end, Mr. Kersma did not pick up the belt, he rolled two cigarettes in a row, and looked at the children around him from time to time. Although he didn't have much education and didn't know much about the big truths, life gave him the wisdom that a human being should have. When one puppy runs out of the litter, the other puppies will not want to stay in the litter. Durin may not have realized that his mind had changed not only himself, but also his siblings.

During the silent night, no one was in the mood to communicate, all thinking about Doolin's imminent departure.

Early in the morning, Mr. Kersma was already sitting at the table outside the kitchen, with a small palm-sized box in his hand, which Mr. Kersma had brought back from a trip to the city, which had been filled with a cigarette with a filter, which Mr. Kersma regarded as a treasure. Afterward...... It seemed to be the New Year's of the following year, and when Mr. Kersma took out the box, he found that the cigarettes that were missing one of them were already covered with mold.

Annoyed, he exposed the moldy cigarettes to the sun, hoping to salvage some of them, but it turned out to be pointless.

Since then, the small iron box has become a utensil for his important things, hidden in a hole under the third plank under the bed.

Yes, the whole family knows where he hid something, only he thinks others don't know.

Probably knowing that he was going to leave this country full of decay today and go to the metropolis to create his own future, Durin didn't close his eyes all night, and he was still full of energy in the morning. He wore linen-colored bib pants and a set of pale blue canvas shirts that were common in the countryside, washed in some places. He cleaned himself up and was full of yearning for the future.

"Father!"

Durin said hello, and Mr. Kersma gestured to the chair beside him and asked him to sit down. After Durin sat down, Mr. Kersma pushed the cup away in front of him, took the small tin box, hesitated, and handed it to Durin.

"There's twenty dollars in it, which is enough to live in the city for at least three months. After three months, you will have two paths to take, either live your life or go back to the country because of hunger. He seemed to have a lot of emotions that he didn't usually see, patted Durin's shoulder hard, and then squeezed it tightly, making Dulin feel a burst of pain, "Remember, you are a kid of the Kersma family, whether you can be like those decent guys in the future or not, don't forget that you still have a way out." ”

"You are welcome home at any time!"

It was hard for Durin to imagine that his father, who was usually unsmiling, had a serious face, and always gave people an old-fashioned impression, could say such emotional words. His nose was inexplicably a little sour, and he nodded vigorously, "I understand, if I come back one day, it will definitely not be because I am desperate and come back like a loser." I will spread the flowers all over the ground and let people play on the roadside, because they will welcome a king back home!"

Mr. Kersma smiled and slapped Durin on the back of the head, "Come on, boy, stop playing with your mouth. ”

The two left the house, did not say goodbye to their families, and walked silently all the way out of the town. After waiting for more than half an hour, an old passenger car with a total of sixteen wheels slowly approached. There were already some people sitting in the car, and most of the seats were still empty.

Looking at the slowly stopping car, Mr. Kersma suddenly hugged the son in front of him, who sometimes made him angry, and slapped him on the back hard, as if to keep himself in mind, "Go, go, the chicks always have to leave the nest and live alone." I can't give you a good family, but I won't stop you from soaring through the sky!"

Durin took a deep breath and looked at his father, whose face was already wrinkled and his hair was a little yellow and gray, and his eyes were covered with a layer of mist. He didn't say a word more, got into the bus, chose a window seat, and gradually left the town that had raised him for sixteen years under his father's reluctant gaze and on the bumpy road.