Durin kesma is the third boy in the kesma family. In addition to two brothers and one sister, he has three brothers and two sisters. It can be said that the kesma family has at least reached the durin generation and is prosperous.

    Unfortunately, kesima is not a famous surname with a deep background. The so-called family... It is just a kind joke of the countryman on the farmer''s kesima family. Who made him give birth to so many children?

    Yes, Du Lin is just the son of a farmer. He needs to complete extremely heavy physical work every day before he can enjoy a little free time after dinner.

    If there were no accidents, durin might take a pack horse or two mules as a dowry at the age of 20 and marry a woman with pockmarks on her face in the countryside where she lives. She is as thick as him in farm work. Then he will be driven out of his home by his father. With the help of his brothers and sisters, he will build his own cabin as close to his home as possible, and then like his farmer''s father.

    During the day, open up farmland as much as possible, expand the scope of cultivation, and take good care of crops that are not easy to go wrong.

    In the evening, work on your wife''s belly as much as possible, strive to give birth to enough offspring, and reduce your burden in the future.

    Almost all farmers will spend their lives in such an ordinary way. There may be a little flash in their simple and ordinary life, but the flash is just a little unwilling in the sun and can''t be noticed at all.

    However, this is something that happens only when there is no accident, and our story begins with a small accident in Turin!

    "My God! How could this happen?", Mrs. kesma covered her mouth and looked at her eldest and second sons in disbelief and dragged the unconscious durin from the carriage.

    Obviously, his head was injured and there was a dry blood mark on his forehead. It seemed that if he hadn''t stolen Mr. kesma''s wine, fell to the ground and hit a stone, he would have gone to dig out the bird''s nest again.

    There is no entertainment in this rural area far from the city, except for the time after turning off the lights at night. So most young people spend a little leisure time drinking, gambling and peeping at girls. Of course, if possible, they will think a little about their stomachs, such as making some game to reward their oil-free stomachs.

    The eldest son Mason rolled up his sleeve and wiped the sweat on his forehead. With a bitter smile, he simply said the whole story again. To put it simply, after finishing the work, the three people secretly ran to the haystack to be lazy. A stone flying from nowhere hit Doolin''s forehead, and then he has been in a coma until now.

    With tears in her eyes, Mrs. kesma went to Turin and gently smoothed his hair. Her rough palm felt Turin''s tight little face, "my poor Turin...". When she looked up again, her eyes became a little fierce, "do you know who lost the stone?"

    In the countryside, if a woman has the temperament of "big miss", she may not live to 30 and die depressed. Do not underestimate the lethality of the countrymen. The highly repetitive and heavy farm work has made them grow an unfriendly mouth and far more savage than they show. Swearing? That''s just an interesting story after dinner. Taking the family as the unit, the fight caused by some small things that can''t be put on the table is what people like to talk about.

    Mason smiled and scratched his head. He didn''t see the man.

    After swearing a word of rubbish, Mrs. kesma asked the brothers to move Turin back to his squeaky bed.

    They didn''t invite a priest or a doctor. It''s not that they can''t even take out so little money, but that they need to wait. If durin didn''t wake up in a day or two, they would invite the only priest in the town to come here to see durin, or ask the doctor who had lost four teeth and lost his breath to diagnose.

    Perhaps in the eyes of city people, this is simply a kind of murder, but in the countryside, this is the most correct way.

    Never give a penny until you have to!

    Durin in a coma had a dream, a very complex dream. In the dream, he saw all kinds of strange things and tasted a journey that he couldn''t describe. When something called a bullet pierced the poor man, he woke up.

    His first words after waking up made waves in the family that had been calm for decades.

    I''m going to town!

    Mr. kesma sat on the hard wooden chair with his legs cocked. The cigarette in his hand burned out. He trembled, threw the last small piece of his ass on the ground and rolled it with his feet. When he raised his eyebrows again, the members of the family maintained a slightly lowered head, very serious and modest expression.

    Mr. kesma is the real master of this family. Without him, there would be no everyone here. For the ignorant and backward countryside, Mr. kesma''s power is obviously higher than the theocracy law and imperial law.

    "Do you... Want to go to town?" Mr. kesma tried to make his tone less aggressive. In his opinion, it was a very stupid thing. Can anyone go to the city? If the country is a safe haven, then the city is hell and a devil''s cave. Every minute, every second, is a kind of suffering. In that damn place, it seems that even breathing costs money.

    No money?

    Then you can only become a tramp. If you are lucky, you may meet the charity of a kind person and fill your stomach. If you are unlucky, you are likely to catch traffickers and send them to the north to dig mines. After all, a strong young man like Dolin is the favorite type of mine owners.

    In the face of Mr. kesma''s inquiry, durin nodded his head very seriously, "yes, father, I''m going to the city. I can''t stay in such a place to waste my life. Human life is extremely precious. If I can''t bloom the brightest brilliance, living is not more comfortable than dying."

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

    Knowing that Mr. kesma was trying to stop him, Dooling had already made up his mind to leave the countryside. He can''t rot and decay slowly in this place like walking corpses and meat. He needs to create his own life.

    Just like the poor guy in the dream, even if his wife and children are separated at last, even if he has nothing at last, even if he finally dies under something called a bullet, he will release his own dazzling light to his heart''s content.

    If mediocre, it''s better to die!

    "I can learn from my father. I know you have your insight, but I want to leave here and go out. I can repair leather shoes and umbrellas. These are the skills I can live in the city. Moreover, I can bear hardships. Father, I don''t want wages. As long as I have a place to live, I believe someone will be willing to hire a fool like me.", Persuading Mr. kesma was the only way for Dooling to leave the country.

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

    In the kosma family, except for Mr. kosma''s money, Mason, the eldest son of 19, didn''t touch the money several times, let alone the guy behind him.

    "Are you sure you want to leave me, your mother, and your brothers and sisters?", Mr. kesma''s tone is a little harsh. For parents who grew up in the countryside, the most unbearable thing is that ignorant children refuse his kindness and constantly disobey his will.

    Turin was silent for a moment, stood up and pulled his belt off. It was made of a beef tendon, very strong, and wrapped with a thick layer of putty. He put his belt on the table, then took off his coat and lay on the ground.

    "If you want to enforce the family law, please implement it before I leave!" said durin firmly, "because I have made the first and most important decision in my life. I want to leave here and go to the city."

    "Even if I will get hurt and die in the city, that is the road I choose. I respect and love you. You have given me life, but I hope that one day in my life, let me personally control my own future! Father!"

    Finally, Mr. kesma didn''t pick up his belt. He rolled two cigarettes in a row and looked at his children from time to time. Although he didn''t have much culture and didn''t know any great truth, life gave him the wisdom that human beings should have. When one pup runs out of the nest, the other pups will not be willing to stay in the nest. Dooling may not realize that his ideas have changed not only himself, but also his brothers and sisters.

    In the silent night, no one was interested in communicating, and they were all considering that Dooling was about to leave.

    Early in the morning, Mr. kesma was already sitting at the table outside the kitchen. He had a small box with a palm in his hand. It was something Mr. kesma brought back when he went to the city once. It was once filled with a cigarette with a filter, which was regarded as a treasure by Mr. kesma. Later... It seemed that it was the new year of the next year. When Mr. kesma took out the box, he found that the cigarette missing in it was full of mold.

    He angrily exposed the cigarettes with mold in the sun in the hope of rescuing some, but it turned out to be meaningless.

    Since then, the small iron box has become an instrument for him to hold important things, and he hid it in the hole under the third board under the bed.

    Yes, the whole family knows where he hid his things. Only he thinks others don''t know.

    Maybe he knew that he was leaving this rotten countryside today and wanted to go to the metropolis to create his own future. Turin didn''t sleep all night and was still full of spirit in the morning. He was wearing linen suspenders and a light blue canvas coat washed in some places, which was common in the countryside. He kept himself clean and full of longing for the future.

    "Father!"

    Durin said hello, and Mr. kesma pointed to the chair next to him and asked him to sit down. After Dooling sat down, Mr. kesma pushed away the cup in front of him, took the small iron box, hesitated, and handed it to Dooling.

    "There are twenty dollars in it, which is enough for you to live in the city for at least three months. After three months, you will have two ways to go, either to live like yourself or to go back to the countryside because of hunger." he seemed to have a lot of feelings that he couldn''t see normally. He patted Turin on the shoulder, and then squeezed it tightly, making Turin feel bursts of pain, "Remember, you are a boy of the kesma family. No matter whether you can be like those decent guys in the future, don''t forget that you still have a way back."

    "At any time, we will welcome you home!"

    It''s hard for Du Lin to imagine that his father, who is usually unsmiling, serious and always gives people a stereotype, can say such emotional words. His nose was inexplicably sour and nodded hard, "I''ve learned that if I come back one day, it''s not because I''m desperate. I''ll come back as a loser. I''ll let flowers spread all over the floor and people play on the roadside, because they''ll welcome a king home!"

    Mr. kesma smiled and slapped Dooling on the back of the head. "Come on, boy, don''t play with your mouth."

    They left home without saying goodbye to their families and walked silently all the way out of the town. After waiting for more than half an hour, an old bus with 16 wheels came slowly. There were some people on the bus, and most of the seats were empty.

    Looking at the slowly stopped car, Mr. kesma suddenly hugged the former son who sometimes made him angry and slapped him on the back, as if to make himself firmly remember something, "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 flying in the sky!"

    Du Lin took a deep breath and looked at his father, whose face was wrinkled and his hair was a little yellow and white, with a layer of water mist in his eyes. Without saying a word, he got on the bus and chose a seat by the window. In his father''s reluctant eyes, he gradually left the town where he had been raised for 16 years on the bumpy road.