MTL - Cosma Empire-Chapter 1 Free from fate

Dulin Kesma is the third boy in the Kesma family. 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 Xima family has at least reached the Doolin generation, and people are prosperous.

It ’s a pity that Kesma is not a prominent surname with a deep background. The so-called family ... is just a joke made by the countrymen to Mr. Kesma's family. Who gave birth to so many children?

Yes, Du Lin is just the son of a farmer. Every day he needs to complete extremely heavy physical labor to be able to enjoy a little free time after dinner.

If nothing else, Du Lin may use a mule or two mules as a gift when he is 20 years old, and marry a man with pockmarks on his face in the country where he lives. Up and down, rough woman as wife. He would then be kicked out of his house by his father, with the help of his brothers and sisters, and build a cabin of his own as close to the house as possible, and then like his farmer's father.

During the daytime, open up wasteland farming as much as possible, expand the cultivation range and take proper care of those crops that are not easy to cause problems.

At night, try to do as much work on your wife's belly as possible, and strive to have enough offspring for yourself, to reduce the burden on yourself in the future.

Almost all farmers will live their lives in such a bland way. In their simple and ordinary life, there may be a little flash of light, but that flash is just a small unwillingness in the sun, it can not be noticed at all.

However, this is something that does not happen unexpectedly, and our story begins with a small accident in Du Lin!

"My God! How could it be this way?", Mrs. Kesma covered her mouth and looked at her eldest son and second son unbelievably, dragging the unconscious Dolin off the carriage.

It was obvious that his head was injured, and there was a dried blood mark on his forehead. It seemed that if he had not stolen Mr. Kesma's wine and fell to the ground, and hit a stone, then he went to dig out the birdhouse.

没有 There is no entertainment in this kind of rural area far from the city, except for the time after turning off the lights at night. So most young people spend a little more time on drinking, gambling, and peeking at girls. Of course, if possible, they will think about their stomachs a bit, for example, to make some game to torture their belly without oil and water.

The eldest son, Mason, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He smiled briefly and told the whole story. To put it simply, after doing the job, three people sneaked up to the haystack and slacked off. A piece of stone that didn't know where to fly from, hit Du Lin's forehead, and he has been unconscious until now .

With tears in his eyes, Mrs. Kesma walked to Du Lin and gently helped him with his hair. Rough palms groped for Du Lin's fairly tight face, "My poor Du Lin ...", she When he looked up again, his eyes became a bit fierce, "Do you know who lost the stone?"

In the country, if a woman has the temperament of "big lady", then she may live less than thirty years old, and she will be depressed. Don't underestimate the lethality of the country people. The highly repetitive heavy agricultural work has made them all have a less friendly mouth, and far more brutal than they have shown. Scolding? It was just anecdotes after meals. Taking the family as a unit, the brawls caused by some small things that can't be put on the table are people's relish.

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

After Madame Oxema scolded a crap, the two brothers moved Du Lin back to his creaking bed.

They didn't ask a priest or a doctor. It's not that they can't get even that little money, but they need to wait. If Du Lin hasn't awakened in a day or two, they will invite the only priest in the town to come here to see Du Lin, or ask the doctor whose words are leaking and whose four teeth have been beaten to diagnose it.

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

When you have no last resort, you will never pay a penny!

Du Lin in a coma had a dream, a very complicated dream, in which he saw strange things, and experienced a journey that he could not describe. When something called a bullet penetrated the poor worm, he awoke.

第一 The first words after he woke up made waves in this quiet family for decades.

I'm going to town!

Mr. Luxma sat on a hard wooden chair with his legs tilted, and the cigarette held in his hand was burned out. He stumbled and threw the last small **** on the ground, and he raised his feet and crushed. When he raised his eyebrows again, the members of the family kept their heads slightly down, very serious and humble.

Mr. Kesma is the true master of this family. Without him, there would be no one here. For the ignorant and backward country, Mr. Kesma's power is obviously higher than that of Theocracy and Empire .

"You ... want to go to the city?", Mr. Kesma tried to make his tone less aggressive, which seemed to him a very stupid thing at all. Can anyone in the city go? If the country is an easy nest, then the city is **** and the magic cave. Every minute, every second, is a kind of suffering. In that **** place, it seemed that even breathing would cost money.

No money?

Then I can only become a tramp. If you are lucky, you may encounter the charity of a good person and fill your stomach. If you are unlucky, it is very likely that traffickers will catch them and send them to the north to mine. After all, a strong guy like Du Lin is the favorite type of those mine owners.

In the face of Mr. Kesma's inquiry, Du Lin nodded his head very seriously, "Yes father, I'm going to the city. I can't stay in this kind of place for a lifetime. Human life is extremely precious. The glory of life is no more comfortable than being alive. "

"You are illiterate. After you go to the city, you are like a blind man with open eyes. You do n’t understand street signs, you do n’t understand newspapers, you do n’t understand even recruitment briefings!”

Tong Ming knew that Mr. Kesma was trying his best to stop him, but Du Lin had already made up his mind to leave the country. It is impossible for him to rot and decay in this place like a corpse, and he needs to create his own life.

He is like the poor guy in the dream. Even if the last wife disperses, even if there is nothing left, and even if he finally dies under a thing called a bullet, he still wants to release his own dazzling light.

If you are mediocre, you might as well die!

"I know my father, I know you have your insights, but I want to leave here and make a break. I can repair leather shoes and umbrellas. These are the skills I can live in the city. And I can endure hardship, father, I do n’t want to pay, just give me a place to live, and I believe that someone will be willing to hire a fool like me. "Persuading Mr. Kesma is the only way for Du Lin to leave the country.

A car passes by this place called Wild Alfalfa Town every week, but you need money to get on the car.

In the big family of Kesma, in addition to Mr. Kesma's money, even the eldest son, Mason, who is nineteen years old, has never touched money a few times, let alone his later guy.

"Are you sure you want to leave, leave me and your mother, and your brothers and sisters?" Mr. Kesma's tone was a little bit harsh. For the parents who grew up in the country like this, the most unbearable It is the ignorant child who rejects his good intentions and constantly defies his will.

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

"If you want to enforce family law, then please implement it before I leave!" Said Du Lin. "Because I have made the first and most important decision in my life, I will leave. Here, go to the city. "

"Even if I would be injured and die in the city, that would be my own path. I respect you, respect you, and you have given me life, but I hope that in my life, I can have such a day and let me dominate it Once my own future! Father! "

In the end, Mr. Kesma did not pick up the belt. He rolled two cigarettes in succession, and looked at the children around him from time to time. Although he didn't have much culture and didn't know the truth, life gave him the wisdom that a human being should have. When one puppy runs out of the nest, the other puppy will not want to stay in the nest. Du Lin probably didn't realize that his thoughts changed not only himself but also his siblings.

In the silent night, no one had the interest to communicate, and he was thinking about what Du Lin was about to leave.

Early in the morning, Mr. Kesma was sitting at the table outside the kitchen. He was holding a small box with a large palm in his hand. It was something Mr. Kesma brought back when he went to the city once. It is full of a cigarette with a filter and is considered a treasure by Mr. Kisma. Later ... It seemed to be the second year of the new year. When Mr. Kisma took out the box, he discovered that the missing cigarettes were covered with mold.

He annoyed that he exposed the mold-laden cigarettes to the sun, hoping to rescue some of them, but in the end it proved to be meaningless.

Since then, this small iron box has become his utensil for important things, hidden in a hollow under the third wooden board under the bed.

Yes, the family knows where he hides things, only he himself thinks others don't know.

I may know that today I will leave this decadent country, and go to the metropolis to create my own future. Du Lin did not close his eyes overnight, and was still full of energy in the morning. He wore linen overalls and a light blue canvas top that was common in the country and washed in some places. He made himself clean, full of longing for the future.

"Father!"

Dulin greeted him, and Mr. Kesma pointed to the chair beside him and let him sit down. After Dulin sat down, Mr. Kesma pushed the cup in front of him, held the small iron box, hesitated, and handed it to Dulin.

"There are twenty dollars in it, which is at least enough for you to live in the city for three months. After three months, you will have two paths to go, either to live your own life or to return to the country because of hunger. "He seemed to have a lot of unusual emotions. He patted Du Lin's shoulder hard, and then squeezed it tightly. UU reading book www.uukanshu.com made Du Lin feel pain for a while," Remember , You are the kid of the Kisma family, no matter if you can be like those decent guys in the future, don't forget that you still have a retreat. "

"We will welcome you home at any time!"

Du Lin can hardly imagine a father who is usually unsmiling, serious, and always gives an old-fashioned impression that he can say such emotional words. His nose was inexplicably sour, and he nodded strongly, "I see. If I come back one day, it's definitely not because I'm desperate to come back like a loser. I will let the flowers fill the ground, will Let people play by the side of the road, because they will welcome a king home! "

Mr. Oxma smiled, and slapped him on the back of Du Lin's head. "Let's go, boy, don't play with your lips."

The two left the house without saying goodbye to the family, and walked outside the town in silence. After waiting for about half an hour, an old-looking passenger bus that looked a bit stupid with a total of sixteen wheels drove slowly. There were already a few people in the car, most of them were still empty.

Looking at the slowly stopping car, Mr. Kesma suddenly hugged the son in front of him who sometimes made him angry, and slapped him on the back, as if he wanted to remember something firmly. "Go, go, the fledgling will always leave the nest to live alone. I can't give you a good family, but it will not stop you from flying in the sky!"

Du Lin took a deep breath, looking at his father who had wrinkles on his face and his hair was a little yellow and white, and there was a layer of water mist in his eyes. He didn't say a word, got on the bus, chose a window seat, and in his father's reluctant eyes, on the bumpy road, he gradually left the town that had nurtured him for 16 years.