Chapter 61: .GowkTown （五）

On the second day, Sharia got up early in the morning, and let him go to bed in the warm blanket. In the past, he was thinking about something in his brain. Don’t overturn and go straight.
He went home.
The bed-ridden sick old mother barely stood up in surprise, her mouth almost cracked to the ear, and urged Tris to do something "good" to eat. She got up too fiercely and coughed frantically, as if the internal organs would be coughed out in the next second.
The old man's rancid and medicinal soup smelled in the dim and humid air, which made Sharia frown without trace. He was about to cover his mouth and nose, and he wanted to come here for a long time, and he just put it down.
The old mother stared at the bronze bell-like huge and strange eyes, and looked at her handsome and nice little son like an "angel".
She remembered that October when she was pregnant, Tris was overweight and Ka Gongkou, so painful that she was alive and dead, and the ghost door was closed for a circle, but the birth was a loss of money; and the sweethearted baby, angelic little son was picked from the door Yes, wrapped in a white swaddle, hugged and opened her eyes, staring at her with clear blue eyes like clear skies, angelic pink and lovely.
Everyone in the town said that she was blessed and had great merit. He was a little angel blessed by God.
She struggled to turn the bedding out of the clean side, folded up begging, and begged Sariya to sit down
Sariya wrinkled her nose and tried to block the disgusting oily smell of her body for a long time without taking a shower, but failed.
The old mother couldn't help but say that he grabbed his slender, sculpted hand, and felt very distressed: "My poor Xiaoli, you see you are thin again, let's go home and let your sister give you good food every day!"
"Mom, how old I am," Sharia tried to draw back her hand without trace, but the old woman was surprisingly powerful. "You live too far, and it is not convenient for me to deliver milk."
Speaking of this, the old mother suddenly broke out: "Brothers, look at the good errands your sister has arranged for you!" She picked up the iron cup and threw it at the kitchen, hitting it on cheap furniture, making a banging sound , Is rolling to the feet of Talis cooking.
She yelled loudly at the kitchen: "You look at Sali's little face, it's not been a few days now! When did he get this kind of wronged when he was growing up? You married the landlord's house, eating spicy and spicy, you won't be worried Your younger brother was beaten up with milk and beaten. How can I give birth to you as a white-eyed wolf!
Sharia was startled by the sudden outbreak. He glanced at Tris's expressionless and insensitive look in the corner of his eyes, and he felt a heart palpitation.
He was about to discourage his mother. She always listened to his words, but remembering the purpose, they swallowed them immediately.
He whispered the topic softly, coaxing the old mother into a flower, and the thick folds could catch the flies. Seeing that Triss hadn't finished breakfast, he took the opportunity and whispered.
"Mom, did your sister bring the money back yesterday?"
The old mother was startled, frowning suspiciously: "Nope? Where did she get the money, how can I not know?"
Sharia told the story of Alice's miscarriage in fifteen and ten, and added oil and vinegar to say that Claude did it, and was very angry.
He bowed his head in sorrow: "Claude gave her 5000 gold coins for sealing, but my sister's character, I'm really afraid of cheating on her, so I asked."
The amount of information is too large, the old mother took a while to understand.
She opened her mouth in disbelief and screamed word by word: "Te Li Si! You dog who doesn't know any good! How many times have you said, don't quarrel with Claude, you don't kill him Why would you beat you! Do you know how much you can enjoy the birth of this child!"
She was anxious, almost unable to breathe, and thumped her bedding angrily. Seeing Teres squeeze her lips without saying a word, she continued to shout: "You roll over for me, but if you do not have the courage to admit it, what if your brother tells me and is going to hide your mother's life? You don't tell me if you took the money , You even guard your mother? How did I give birth to you, the white-eyed wolf! You should be thrown to the ground and fell to death!
Her words were too stern, Rao was Sharia, and she listened very heartily.
The old mother's wrinkled face like old bark shook with anger, like a weird pattern on the wings of a moth.
It shouldn't be like this...
The elder sister is filial and sensible, supporting her entire family from an early age, taking her elder brother to take care of her mother on the hospital bed. No one in Shili Baxiang said she was good.
But seeing her mother paralyzed on the bed, Sharia also felt that her mother was just straight-hearted, with a knife and a tofu heart-which mother in the world is not for the sake of children? It was not easy for the mother to give them birth, and she became ill again, and she had a bad temper.
It's no big deal to think so.
Besides...Sister has endured for so many years, it doesn't matter much if you endure so much more?
Thinking of this, Sharia unnaturally avoided the one cast by Teres, a kind of unclear way, as if rubbing despair and pain, but still a glimmer of hope.
And that moment of last hope, when Sharia hung her head away, such as burning an oil lamp, swaying unwillingly, gradually disappearing.
Under the old mother's sneer and sarcasm, and a swearing of no filthy words, Tris quietly took out the bag of gold coins from the room.
Her eyes were dull, and she begged her brother pitifully: "Don't take it away, don't take it away...My mother will still be cured, I contacted the doctor...500 gold coins, no, 200 gold coins is good..."
Sharia held the hand of the purse, and a few hundred gold coins were not much for him, and it was not impossible to stay.
It’s just that he didn’t wait for what he said, and the old mother picked up her crutches and threw it over her face:
Can’t you usually get the money? Remember your brother’s money? Your brother is different from you. He wants to marry. Urban girls, they have less money and can’t build big houses. How can they agree!"
The wooden crutches sank ten to ten, hitting a dull "boom" on Tris's face, her forehead saw blood ooze from her forehead, and the oily red liquid dripped into her eyes, as if gloomy and horrified like a bloody ghost.
The old mother ignored the eldest daughter who was standing there, turned to Sharia, and said in a good voice: "Good-hearted, you eat and go away, don't know your sister."
Everything seems to be in a dream.
When Sariya returned home that day, she stared blankly at the gold coins in the sack, but she didn't know what to do for a while.
The sunlight passed through the dust-covered windows and hit the heavy gold coin piles, reflecting the dazzling luster, and he couldn't open his eyes brightly.
He tucked the sack under the bed and lay in bed for a while, then went to the backyard to move the milk bottle to the broken bicycle and walked back to the milk delivery route day after day.
The Baron's Housekeeper, as always, handed him a gold coin to reward the money. He was so grateful that he put a coin in his chest pocket.
Just a few days later, when she thought of the huge sums under the bed, Sariya felt something unreal in her heart.
Turns out... Is money so easy to get?
When passing by the casino on that day, the sky had not yet sunk. The bright neon lights adhering to the night on the wall show the most authentic appearance at the moment, wrapped in a layer of putty, dirty and bleak.
The doorman greeted him: "Sally, I haven't seen you for several days. Why didn't I come to play?"
He smiled and tried to make his expression look less cold: "It's boring, I don't want to play."
The guard changed the attitude of persuading him to play, and touched his head abruptly: "Yeah, don't bet. I heard about you almost a few days ago... In short, stop gambling, it's good."
These words were all for his own good, but Sharia always felt uncomfortable in hearing her ears.
He must have looked at the guard for a while, jumped off his bicycle violently, and strode into the casino with the guard's surprised eyes.
"Come all here, try your luck."
He pinched out the reward money in front of his chest with two fingers, because he was close to the heart and already had temperature.
The gold coin reflected the clear light in his white fingertips, reflecting his expressionless face.
Somehow, his heart was throbbing, and there was a strange feeling telling him to gamble.
Separating the crowd from the crowd, he was pressed to the 0671 position of the "Lucky Roulette".
"Lucky Roulette" is the most special roulette in the casino. On the large turntable with a diameter of two meters, paint is used to divide 9,999 numbers. The person who bets can press any money at any number. An award is held once a month. If the pointer stops at your bet number, you can get 10,000 times the bet money-this is the roulette with the largest double in the entire casino, but also the lowest winning rate.
There are always people who boast about the lucky ones, betting on odd numbers and trying to burst into the cold. Unfortunately, since the casino was built, only one person has won the prize and made a fortune. This is really a pie, because the probability is too low.
However, the probability is as low as this, and there are still people who come forward to bet-this is ten thousand times! Bet on a copper plate to try it out, in case it hits, it is also a large number!
It's just a coincidence that Sharia came, this month when "Lucky Roulette" is about to draw.
The figures he pressed were non-zero and incomplete, and there was no strangeness. The gamblers looked at the boy with a big shot, curiously, and turned his head away again to discuss the woman of tobacco and alcohol.
Sharia himself didn't know why he wanted to press such a strange number, but he didn't regret it. He found a rest bench to sit down and waited quietly for opening.
As night fell, the lottery dealer changed a newcomer, not the old man who was insidious and cunning last time.
Behind the new dealer was the housekeeper of Baron's Mansion. His tall figure was wrapped in a three-piece suit as before, with a gloomy and proud look, and he looked like a stranger. He seemed to be a notary, and after glancing at Sariya sitting far away from the nervous crowd, he nodded gently.
This made Sariya a little surprised. He raised the corner of his mouth to show a smirk of the sun, and also saluted the butler.
The new dealer's clockwork after turning the roulette wheel, the huge and slender pointer turned quickly, and gradually slowed down in the deafening roar of gamblers.
0800, 0760, 0730, 0700, 0680...
0671.
There was a golden coin on that inconspicuous, non-integral and non-zero number.
miracle! What does this mean, this one gold coin will become ten thousand, what is that concept!
The gamblers who witnessed the historical miracle cheered, the deafening screams nearly shattered the top of the building, and they hurriedly asked which God's darling took the bet, as excited as if they had won the prize.
The real winner, Sharia, sat on the bench in a daze, maintaining a sitting posture with cold hands and feet.
A crowd of people who crossed their eyes cheered tightly on the face of the beautiful boy. He looked subconsciously, facing the butler's gloomy glance. This was as if he would turn into a physical monster in the next second, and his fangs would devour him. , Fierce and enthusiastic.
He couldn't help shivering.
Suddenly, the man smiled, he was actually very handsome, but his face was somber all year round, no one dared to face his cannibalistic eyes.
The man opened his mouth gently, and his beautiful lips seemed to be talking. Sariya was chilling behind his back. He clearly recognized that the man was talking about his name.
Sariel...
The tip of the tongue tapped lightly on the upper jaw, and the warm breath came out with love, and pronounced this mind-boggling name.
Sariya can't remember how he got home.
The bright luster of the ridiculous money covered all eyes. The butler greeted the casino little guy to help him move the whole box of gold coins home. He slumped on the sofa and stared at the ceiling.
This home is extremely dilapidated, but it is composed of the best furniture in his hometown. He has the money and should have gone to a bigger and more luxurious residence, but he cannot imagine the situation where he lives elsewhere.
Stars hung high outside the window, and only the sound of cicadas echoed in the night sky.
Just listening to the stumbling footsteps, a high, pointed female voice was excited and excited: "Sally, my miserable brother agreed to my divorce! We can finally be together with our hearts!"
Sharia was exhausted, and an agitated spirit jumped from the sofa: with the old woman looking right? What a joke? !
He rolled his eyes, pretending to be a weak voice: "Great, An Jie, nothing can stop our love."
An Jielinna sharply captured his weakness: "Sally, what's wrong with you? Sick?"
"Yes, I accidentally caught a cold," Sharia pretended to cough a few times. "I just took the medicine so sleepy that I fell asleep first. I'm afraid I might get it to you. Let's meet again tomorrow."
Although An Jie Lina was reluctant, she cared about him and left.
Lying on the door, listening to the sound of the lady's high heels, Sharia jumped up quickly. He stuffed the whole box of gold coins under the bed, grabbed a handful, about a few hundred into the bag, and smoked through the back door to Baron Street.
It was already late at night, the voice of the casino shouting five and six was weak, and the tavern was still full of lights. On the streets of the black hole, those luxuriously decorated doors are like blood opened by monsters, revealing strange colorful lights.
Sharia turned into Hualou, and the drowsy old bustard squatting at the door got up instantly, squeezing a smile on the face.
"What wind blows us lucky," she rushed at Sariya with cheap perfume powder. "Quickly talk to me and share my luck with me."
Sharia smiled embarrassingly: "The news spreads really fast."
"Isn't it," the old bustard laughed in a fuss, "the whole street envy your good luck. Just now the girls also said that Sharia is handsome and rich, and he is simply the son of God."
"Don't blow me up," Sariya said, and said, "Is Elgar here?"
Hearing this name, the folds on the old bustard's face laughed into a big flower again. She smiled with her mouth covered and yelled at the row of faint and ambiguous small houses in the corridor of Hualou: "Alga, you good luck ghost !Our lucky son is here to find you again!"
After hearing this, a girl walked out of the small room.
She has curly red hair and eyes that are emerald-green and clear like emeralds. She is only sixteen or seventeen and looks shy and excited. She is like a wild strawberry growing out of nowhere beside a forest creek, so vibrant and lovable.
Even if she knew that this look was just the usual trick of Hualou girl in disguise, Sharia was still excited about it.
"You're here."
"Ok."
In the old bustard's laughter and chatter, the two entered Elgar's small room.
As always, Elgar was obedient to help him undress. Under the dim light, her flawed face looked flawless, but Sariya lost her interest for a while. When the little hands touched his chest, he pushed the man away.
In Algar's wounded and stunned expression, Sharia quickly recovered, and he barely smiled: "Sorry, I'm so tired today. Forget it."
Elgar didn't say anything. The dream lover's character of the whole town woman was actually surly. She understood it clearly. In the past, this young master also wanted to come out one by one.
She made a bed for Sharia silently, and Sharia changed her nightgown and lay down, before she leaned carefully on the side.
They have known each other for a long time.
Elgar is the sixth daughter of the family, and the already clan-poor family is unable to make ends meet in order to have a son. In desperation, the newly-born Elgar is sold to the couple next door who cannot give birth. The misfortune is not alone. The adoptive mother was pleasantly pregnant when she was five years old. Originally, Zhong Zhongbao looked at how cumbersome it was and sold her to others as a child-law. The man saw her cute sign when she grew up and bought Hualou at a high price.
In her life, she has been tossing and turning in several families who have never loved her.
When Sariya came to Hualou for the first time to meet her eyes, she seemed to have found salvation. It was a blazing and clear sunlight, hitting her lifeless flower field frankly and irresistibly.
Sharia came to Hualou again and only found her, which made the sisters jealous and squeezed her out, but she didn't care.
Even after getting along for a long time and knowing that Sharia's temperament was completely inconsistent with her appearance, she never touched her. It seemed that she was looking for a girl at a high price but just a place to sleep.
Sariya rested on a soft and fragrant pillow, but she was not sleepy.
He closed his eyes, everything was far away from him, he floated in a dream, gazed at the world, his thoughts drifted away.
He will not stay in Cuckoo Town.
The old woman An Jie Lina is worthless to him who no longer worries about money; Ai Erjia follows his heart, but unfortunately it is a woman of Hualou who can do everything, maybe he is dirty and sick, he came to Hualou just Escape from reality.
He thought about it. He was going to buy a big house in the city, hire some servants, and marry a girl in the city.
Yes, this is what his perfect, divine favor should look like in his life.