Survival Qualification Test

Cicadas.

Nineteen years of dormant soil, noisy, tireless insects, wrapped the entire wood with tweets, spread to the asphalt road that was steamed by the sun, and spread into the sultry summer air.

Everything is shrouded in the golden sun without convergence. Everything is a bright golden color with life and happiness, and everything is full of the beauty of life.

Rhododendron Town is the most representative town in western China.

It is not so big that it is covered by the restlessness of modernization, nor is it so small that it ages to ruin the town-it is like a deep sea corner that has been forgotten for too long, so long that it has grown into a small reef with a complete mini-ecosystem.

In the development period of the last century, the government opened the only asphalt road to the city like a charity. Now it is lying alone in the endless fields, under the package of fragrant **** flowers and fresh corn fields, and lying in the hot sun In the same cruel torture.

Five o'clock in the morning.

In the midsummer, people can't sleep well.

The morning market outside the window opened, and the uncle Fat Aunt copied the vegetable basket that had cracked two mouths, and scolded for the best position in the middle of the street for more than three minutes; the newspaper worker who broke the gong and shouted from the street shouted from the street, then from At the end of the street, he circled back to the street, almost the third time he passed the end of the street.

The door was slammed by "Dong Dang Dang", the sleep was severely deficient, the original eyelids were sore and heavy, the head was dull, and Xia Cicada's disgusting buzz and loud voice could not be heard.

Strange, very strange...

Where is strange?

The sturdy wooden door was still smashed by vigorous force, as if it was broken immediately in the next second, making an overwhelming squeak. The person outside the door was extremely patient, as if the family members of the emergency patient were smashing the doctor's door.

The original volume of thought was confused, and he was dizzy with continuous noise. He had to get out of bed and stumbled open the door.

The comer is a young woman with freckles and red nose. She is not tall, her curly yellow hair is like weeds, and she is **** with a hair towel. Neither layer of powder could cover her haggard complexion, but her eyes were shining.

Seeing Yuan Rong's eyes open, she was still in a daze. The woman hurriedly pushed the man into the house and closed the door again.

Who?

A name was pressed under his tongue, and he was very familiar with it. He should know her well, but he couldn't remember it after racking his brain.

"Shariya, I reminded you so many times, don't drink so much wine last night! Look, you can't get up, and your sister will call you!"

...Shariya...Sister?

This turned out to be the case.

The sleep that disturbed the "original capacity" gradually drifted away with the memory of the crowd, his vision slowly and clearly opened, he swept across the woman with the brows and eyes but could not hide the concern, swept through the messy but warm and comfortable furniture, sweeping The wooden floor that needs to be treaded carefully in the New Year.

This is my home.

This is Dujuan Town, where I was born and raised.

This is Sariya Frant, she is my sister Tris Frant.

I have parents who love me, my sister who is married and loves me, a big family that is extremely united, harmonious, and loves each other.

The Frant family has lived in Cuckoo Town for generations. There are countless simple and kind people in the Cuckoo Town. The Cuckoo Town is a heavenly place.

Sharia rubbed her trembling brows, and Tris walked into the kitchen where her brother had never stepped. She made a sober soup, and squeezed her brother's chin into it.

After doing all this, the cuckoo with glaring inferior plastic eyes on the wall jumped out of the clock, and "Cuckoo" made six beeps.

It's six o'clock.

Six o'clock... What should I do?

Sariya swallowed drunk involuntarily, only listening to Tris exaggerated and shouted: "Gosh!-Quick, Sally, it's time to work!"

With yellow curly hair trembling in the air in a strange arc, Tris rushed into the backyard, and moved out a few boxes of glass bottles of milk that I didn't know when to put there.

Correct. Sharia suddenly realized that she couldn't drink so much next time, even forgetting about it.

He reluctantly took the apparently heavy frame from Triss, and was shocked without any surprise, almost shattering the whole frame of glass bottles.

Tries rolled her eyes and snatched it again, swearing in the mouth with words such as "eating rice", "weak chicken" and other unpleasant words, moved the two boxes to the living room, and took them out one by one, neatly coded On the old bicycle parked outside the door.

The bicycle was so broken that there was nothing left of the original shiny silver paint, revealing the rugged and ugly rust spots of the old woman's wrinkles.

Sariya whispered in a whisper and straddled her bicycle skillfully.

He is a milkman and the only milkman in Dujuan Town.

The job of the milkman is too simple, no brains, no skills, anyone can do it-but unfortunately the only farmer in the town that raises cows, the honorable name is "the landlord master" is his brother-in-law, this easy monopoly job So he gave it to him naturally.

The most brilliant golden curly hair known as Quanjuan Town was blown by the breeze, and the whistle of the big girl and the young daughter-in-law along the street continued, as he broke the bicycle and squeaked from the street to the end of the street. It is said that the clearest sky blue eyes in the whole azalea town reflect the frivolous and affectionate reflection of every user who ordered milk, and let the old women look dazzled.

The morning breeze has not been contaminated with the heat of the heat of the summer, and coolly and gently stroked the boy's red face like a rose petal tired from pedaling the bicycle.

Everything is wrapped in a bright golden color of happiness and harmony, people get along so harmoniously and happy.

The aroma of toast, the aroma of freshly baked cheese cakes, the fresh earthiness of fresh vegetables wrapped the morning market that is not wide. The most respected old landlord said more than once with satisfaction, "People must learn to be content, even if it is heaven, there is absolutely no Cuckoo Town is so happy.

Everyone is lazy, enjoying the beautiful life that God has given me every minute.

After the street was delivered, the bamboo basket containing glass bottles was only a third empty.

At this time the sun was already lying in the air, revealing the fierce and vicious truth.

Sharia tossed the bicycle casually and lay down under the old locust tree that radiated shade at the door of the house. The sun shed softly, like scattered gold foil, leaping briskly and comfortably on the branches. The sleepy eyes squinted unconsciously, and then went to sleep again.

Ear pain.

Sariya woke up instantly and opened her eyes. The unpleasant face of Tris came to her eyes, but to his surprise, Tris covered up the red marks flashing under the long sleeves.

Only then did he realize that something was wrong: Why is Tris wearing long-sleeved trousers in such a hot day?

A thought flashed through, and he blurted out: "Claude beats you again?" The voice just dropped, and Sharia frowned: Who is Claude?

correct.

Claude was the husband of Da Tries in his twenties for his privileged brother-in-law who offered him work and walking in town.

Teres was a flower in town when she was a girl. How many squires broke the threshold to marry? Frant’s mother has a spiteful view and monopolizes power. She marries Tris to the largest farmer in town in one fell swoop and has married three wives. Claude Dixon.

This brawny man with thick arms and waists, like a bucket, was cautious and shrewd, organized the farm well, and even started a business with several restaurants in the city. It is a pity that alcoholism is like life, and after drinking, he likes to lose his temper. In severe cases, he even beat his wife, and Tris was stubborn, and she suffered a lot.

Teres smiled, "It's okay, just a little bit of trouble. The husband and wife, how can he beat me!"

The large, congested patch of bruises under the long sleeves can't be described as "small fights".

Sharia subconsciously felt wrong, and things shouldn't be like this. Minor contradictions were uncomfortable, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Are you okay?

I have been married for so many years. As Teres said, the husband and wife are married, can they still get married? Tolerance is over, marriage, it should be so, there must be a concession and tolerance.

In addition, Claude is not bad when he does not lose his temper. He often sends fresh produce to the Frante family to improve his life. After Triss is married, high-end cosmetics in the city and dresses in big shops are the most fashionable. Who doesn't envy the whole town.

This kind of consoling thought seemed to be okay again, and even felt like playing, but anyway, Tris thought she was fine.

Sharia opened the matter in an instant and smiled, "You are found to be lazy again. I will go to work."

He has always been sweet-mouthed and looks the most flattering. The big and small girls in ten miles and eight towns like him. Tris was proud of this beautiful younger brother since childhood and loved him most.

If you look closely, Sariya must be tired, her blue eyes are tired, her golden hair is bleak, and Trice feels sad again. Her younger brother is so weak and delicate, the job of the milkman is really too tired!

She comforted him again: "You just remember to work. Don't worry so much. You must remember to finish the delivery today and go home early for dinner."

Sariya obediently responded, and Triss reassured him a few more words, and hurried back to help the farm.

Seeing the long-sleeved trousers and the sturdy sister with yellow hair disappear on the street, Sariya kicked her broken bicycle disdainfully and loaded milk from the living room.

You can "relax" as soon as you finish your work.

His final work goal was always "Baron Street", because he was afraid that he would forget to work if he saw it in advance.

"Baron Street" lived as its name, and lived a baron.

God knows why this noble lord did not abandon the prosperous and convenient city and stayed in Dujuan Town, a place where birds are not **** and isolated from the world. Of course, the townspeople said that Dujuan Town was too comfortable and happy. No one thinks it's not too much.

The Baron’s mansion is as big as eight Sharia’s little broken houses, and the towering one will be on the outskirts of the town, at the end of Baron Street. When it comes to Baron Street, Baron’s three major industries are more famous: casinos, taverns, and brothels.

After a busy day of leisure, the cropped men gathered together in twos and threes, blowing cowhide, talking about women, and came to Baron Street to seek cheerful and lively. Here, the wine is full of fragrance all year round, and the sounds of the pretend are staggered, and the bets of the dice are rolling one after another. At night, it is accompanied by the charming and charming laugh of the wine lady.

Before approaching the Baron's Palace, Sharia's restless heart could no longer stand and flew to the sky.

He stopped the car violently, left the last bottle of fresh milk that had been hot in the sun long ago, and rang out the doorbell indiscriminately.

The butler of Baron’s House quickly appeared at the door as usual, politely put out a few words, and took out the same amount of money as before.

Everyone in the town said that the baron was extremely stingy, but Sariya didn't feel it. In fact, he particularly liked the baron who had never met: the reward he gave was too much!

The brother-in-law gave him ten gold coins a month, enough for him to eat spicy and spicy every day in the town, which is regarded as a huge salary for a family. Know that ordinary laundry women work hard for only three gold coins a month.

But to what extent the baron was generous and generous, he gave Sharia a one-day reward for a gold coin. Since the baron's house began to order milk, this is the case every day!

Of course, this huge sum of income, Shaliye has been hiding from her family. After all, the reward of a gold coin every day is the hope of a day of Sharia who is gambling and has no savings.

He also thought about quitting gambling, diligence and saving, saving savings, so that he can live a family in the future, but every time he wins a bet, one gold coin becomes three gold coins effortlessly, he feels the opportunity is coming, he is so lucky, You can make a fortune without making a job. Then he was beaten to death by reality and lost his light.

Sariya looked at her broken bicycle, and at the gate of the casino's luxury to make him dizzy, hesitated for the first time.

This is a gold coin. You can buy a new bike after saving two days. Winning is of course happy, losing is gone.

The doorman was a good friend of his childhood. The two of them share the same smell, and they play naughty together when they wear crotch pants. Seeing Sharia, the doorman greeted enthusiastically: "Look who this is! But wait until our most handsome blond handsome Sharia comes!"

Sarya's melancholy and embarrassed burial. He smiled and greeted him: "Don't tout me, I can't lend you any money."

The doorman smiled, pulled him over, stuffed the cold thing in his pocket, and whispered, "I'm lucky today! Two gold coins won four! Three are given back to you first."

Sharia touched her pocket with three more gold coins. Surprised, ho, the unlucky guy won money? He was tempted at once, and it seemed like a good day today, with good luck! Although it is sad to lose money, now he has four gold coins as capital, and even if he loses a few, he will still have left!

He immediately smiled confidently: "I also tried my luck, won the money, please eat!"

Lost.

In addition to rewarding money, even the three gold coins that had not yet been scorched were completely lost in one go.

Sharia sits blankly on the fruit table reserved for gamblers. He is old and popular, and the waiters don't care about him. Let him sit for one night. When the lights gradually went out one by one, the drunken brawny men went back home on their shoulders, and then he followed the crowd indifferently.

Outside the door, his old broken car leaned against the tree, glowing cold and stiff metallic luster in the dark.

He was in a very low mood, and wanted to go to the pub again to drink a bottle of the cheapest beer, and touched his pocket, empty.

Looking far away, under the haze that is rare in summer, on the other end of the street in the red wine street, the baron's palace with no trace of light, the gloomy and towering tower stood there.

It's okay, he comforts himself, there will be a reward tomorrow, and he will definitely win back!