The bugs are dead, almost wiped out!

Finally Heng, who got the news, felt that the whole world had turned black.

The cause of death was a problem with the delivery turnover, the insects were delayed on the road for a few days, coupled with the hot dog weather, so that the insects stuffed in the cardboard box without water and food died in large numbers, and the mortality rate was more than ninety, even if they were still alive, they were dying, and ninety percent of them could not live.

When I opened the package, I smelled only a strong rancid stench.

The sky is falling apart!

Like a bolt of lightning slicing through the dark night sky, tearing the whole world in half, this is the only feeling after opening the package. His heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar in the North Pole, and he could barely beat anymore, and he stood there in a daze, looking at a box of corpses.

It's over, it's all over!

His nose was sore, his throat was choked, and his eyes were swollen, but he couldn't cry.

He frantically opened the containers containing the worms, and despite the fact that there were even many highly poisonous insects in them that were not in danger of dying, he teased with his fingers the corpses of maggots, which had even begun to grow maggots.

Black Widow Spider, dead; Amazon giant bird-eating spider, dead; Peruvian giant centipede, dead; Galapagos giant centipede, dead; The halberd is dead; The Great King Tiger Armor, dead; The Peruvian giant locust, also died......

There has never been a moment when he wished he could have the medical skills of rejuvenation - even if it was only a worm.

Most of the dying bugs didn't survive for half a day after they were rescued, and eventually they shrunk into a ball in the back and forth convulsions of their legs and feet - a posture that meant death for the bugs.

In the end, there were only 8 of them that stabilized, and they were all worthless, because they survived such a harsh environment because of their "cheap" lives.

Perhaps out of sadness for the loss of the little lives, perhaps mentally stimulated, or perhaps confused and overwhelmed by the future, finally Heng smirked, put the corpses of the bugs into the cardboard box coffin that brought them to death, took them downstairs to dig a pit and bury them, and built a small grave.

Now he just wants to find a grove where no one is there and cry loudly, and now is only the beginning of this cruel nightmare, and the climax is still to come.

After deducting this month's rent, the money on his body is now fully calculated, and the eight worthless insects are sold at the normal market price, which is only more than 1,000 yuan, not to mention life, not even enough money to go home.

He didn't dare to imagine the future anymore: living on the streets; repatriation; parental scolding; The white eyes of relatives and friends, and the unstable life in the future......

Like a fool, Zhong Heng hung an expression that seemed to be laughing but not crying, walking like a zombie as if he would stand unsteadily and fall down in the next step, walking through the deserted central street of Y County in the scorching summer, walking through the urban area with scattered vehicles, walking through the ragged suburbs of the small county, until he came to the deserted countryside.

Just along a straight line, even the final balance himself, he didn't know how far he had gone, how long he had walked, and in which direction he had gone, until he hit his head on a Bodhi tree full of hard thorns, knocking out a big bag of blood from his head, and he woke up a little.

It is already close to dusk, the sun has changed from fierce to soft, and finally Heng's skin has become black and red because of the violent exposure, and it will inevitably take off a layer of skin in a few days.

There is a large temperature difference between day and night in the mountains, inhaling the air that has become a little cooler, and finally Heng shook his head a little dizzy, and sat down under the Bodhi tree with his back on his back.

Looking around, we have reached the end of the concrete road, and further there is a dense jungle full of snakes, insects, rats and ants, and the direction behind is also empty, empty of cars, the road has become potholed because of disrepair, and there are many weeds growing in the cracks of the cement.

The cool breeze brushed against Final Heng's cheeks, the whistling sound of the mountain rubbing against stones or trees reached Final Heng's ears, and the sunset that had begun to glow red in the clouds on the horizon seemed to laugh at Final Heng's failure.

"With your kind of character, you will suffer a big loss in the future!"

"Are you crazy, your grades, how good is the last civil engineering, automation is also good, why do you choose this major?! Why did you change your major behind our back?! ”

"Forget it, whatever you want, as long as you don't steal or rob. What about CUHK, hehe, you will know if you can't find a job after graduation in the future! ”

"Play bugs, play your mlgb bugs, I'll let you play, get out, get out, this is where people live, not where bugs live!"

"You can't be idle like this, your mother and I will retire in more than ten years, what if we don't have you!"

"Look, I told you not to learn insects, you wanted to, but now, you don't have a job, are you happy?"

"You're stunned......"

Visions of what had happened flashed through Zhong Heng's mind, like bricks under the feet of a person who was being tortured.

Pain, pain, pain!

Countless lashes hit Zhong Heng's heart, and a sense of doubt about himself arose:

Am I really wrong?

Maybe yes, but things have come to this point, what is the point of right and wrong, after all, there is no regret medicine in the world.

Zhong Heng remembered the night when the admission letter was sent, and he had a big quarrel with his parents.

That day, he was like a statue that could not be shaken, and he did not move even if his father slapped his cheeks, but with the eyes that were born since childhood: firm, even the eyes of the gods who don't want to move themselves, lowered his head in silence, until his father's trembling hand could no longer be beaten.

"There's a kind, if you tear up the notice, it's a big deal that I'll take the exam for another year."

One night, Zhong Heng only said this one sentence.

In a trembling voice, the parents were sobbing, and their weak hands grasped the red admission letter, gradually opening a small crack, but could no longer expand it.

"The road is yours to choose, it's up to you."

A night of fierce battles in exchange for such a sentence.

Maybe if I had gone to civil engineering or automation, I wouldn't be where I am now. Now, I should be working overtime, working hard until I turn into a machine with no consciousness of my own, and run until it is scrapped.

Although this is not the life that the final balance wants, I have to admit that having a job to make ends meet, even if it is a little harder and tiring, is much better than the precarious situation now.

After sobbing a mouthful, a hatred sprouted in the bottom of Zhong Heng's heart, not because he hated the original choice, but because he hated himself, why he was not admitted to graduate school, if he succeeded, I am afraid that now he should be buried in the laboratory, or shuttling in the field, carrying out the research work he loves.

However, the reality is so cruel, if you lose, you will no longer have a chance to turn over.

Why, why, why did it fail......

One after another "why" echoed in Zhong Heng's heart, he was now very confused, like a blind man walking at night, he couldn't see, and in the dark there was no one to look for, so he could only crash on the dark uninhabited mountain road, and he didn't know when he fell to pieces, or sat down and waited for death.

What is the way forward?

"Life, dreams are like a long road, let the wind and frost stay on the face...... In the Red Dust - How many directions are there in the dream...... Looking for a dreamy beloved, the road follows the boundless ......"

Humming the theme song of "A Chinese Ghost Story", time passed quickly, the sunset gradually sank in the west, the night covered the earth, and the shadow under the final tree began to gradually lengthen, fade, until it slowly disappeared.

It was almost night, and all that was left was a cold red glow in the boundless darkness below the horizon.

Rubbing his sour back, Zhong Heng sat up from the ground, and he remembered a lyric in the ending song of "Wulin Gaiden":

There are so many difficulties in this world, but life still has to go on......

The sun still rises every day, and hope is always in my heart......

Yes, no matter how bad the situation is, you can only drive to the mountain and there must be a way to go, and then find a way to go back.

Let's think about how to use the next 1,000 or so pieces.

Supporting his already numb body, Zhong Heng slowly stood up, and his feet were so numb that he almost lost consciousness after sitting for a long time, and he almost fell down with his legs.

"Let's find a way to make up enough money for the journey, and I hope the remaining little ones can sell for a good price...... They should sell for 500 yuan......"

With his head down, as he walked, he thought about it:

"The fare is more than 1,000, which is not enough...... Go back and return the house in advance, if you have a good relationship with the landlord, you should be able to refund half the price, 400 ...... Save on eating, 100, ah no, 50, can't be more...... These bugs are rare, and they can also be sold as specimens...... Hey, I knew I wouldn't bury it...... It's all around here, it's a big deal, go up and grab something and sell it to make do with it......"

"But I don't have tools, how can I catch them, it costs money to buy tools, and besides, there are no valuable insects in the mountains around here......"

"Domestic beetles are not valuable, bird-catching spiders are too, not to mention that they are difficult to catch, only ants can be considered for value, this is a mountainous area, the environment should be good, ants should be rare, you can take a bottle and make a shovel to dig two nests, you should be able to make up the fare...... If you want to catch ants, which species is good to catch......"

"Wait, what's that!?"

Zhong Heng, who was walking with his head down, saw a small figure passing by the curb of the road under the dim street lamp.

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