Why it never ends

Chapter 1113 Evening

Kovicik held the piece of paper in his hand, a subtle look of pain on his face.

"She seems very angry?" the butler said tentatively, "Maybe she feels that you are being disrespectful by not coming down to see her——"

Kovicik shook his head weakly and whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "...You don't understand."

He slowly walked to a chair, his expression becoming somewhat dazed again. He put the note left by Hesta close to his heart, leaned down, and pressed his forehead against the table, as if his heart was pierced by something.

A poem lingered in his mind, like flowing water or magma.

"Hello, do you hear that slight noise on the right side of the table?

“Don’t even think about finishing these few lines—I’m here, and you dare to remain indifferent?

"Are you going to bully me again, to repeat the last scene - saying that you didn't see these hands, didn't see my hands and eyes?

“Your place is bright and ordinary.

"Do not drive me out of the house, under the suffocating arches,

“The dirty river there is about to freeze over.” (1)

His breathing gradually became intense, and even a few tears fell to the ground.

Kovicik had no other choice. A thought suddenly struck him like thunder: Praise God. This is the first time you are alone with your beloved. (2)

He suddenly thought of Meisnan's gray-blue eyes. He had been bothered by them for nearly a week. It turned out that when Hesta first praised his eyes, it was not because he really appreciated their beauty, but because he saw the reflection of another person in them...

But at this moment, Kovicik suddenly had another perspective: If he was really just a reflection to her, then why was it him, not Meisnan, who was standing next to Hesta?

Isn't the sentence left by Hesta a declaration, an order, a kind of... flirtation?

"How could she be so unreasonable, huh?" Kovicik stood up and walked around the living room as if no one was around. His face was full of tears, and his fingers kept stroking the paper. "How could she...how could she?"

The male servant at the side was dumbfounded. He felt surprised, but dared not move, for fear that he would do something wrong or say something wrong at this critical moment, and make this crazy master unhappy again.

"Prepare the car." Kovicik choked up and said, "I want to go see her."

"…Where are you going?"

"A farm."

"But dinner—"

"I can't take care of so many things."

"but--"

"Leon!" Kovicik's voice was filled with anger. "Don't give me orders here. If I tell you to go, you go!"

"But the inspector is not at the farm tonight," the servant whispered, "She has official business tonight and will be very busy. She will not return to the farm until tomorrow morning... I have already asked for you, sir."

Kovicik was stunned for a moment, then sat down again, his hands pressed against his forehead, like a traveler who had struggled to get ashore and fell into the mud again.

……

Outside the hospital.

“I still think that sentence just now is weird…Did you ask Stella on the phone just now why she asked you to write like that?”

Hesta did not answer the question directly, but just glanced at Ximoya and said, "What do you think is strange?"

"It seems, it seems..." Ximoya narrowed her eyes slightly - a little ambiguous, she looked at Hesta, "Don't you feel anything?"

Hesta snorted and didn't answer immediately.

The two walked through the hall and asked the service desk where the current office of the Third District Medical Support Team was located, and then walked to the elevator. "Stella and I made a bet that Kovicik would definitely show up at the farm tomorrow morning," Hesta said, "What do you think?"

"...She must have bet on 'yes', right?" Ximoya looked at Hesta, "Then what's your bet on 'no'?"

"I didn't place any bets." Hesta looked at the elevator numbers going down. "But if he comes..."

The door opened with a ding, and some patients and doctors came out one after another. Two family members of patients pushing wheelchairs passed by Hesta and Ximoya with expressionless faces.

The two entered the elevator and Hesta pressed the number five.

Ximoya turned her head: "What if he comes?"

“That does say something.”

Hesta's answer was vague, but Ximoya got a subtle answer from it.

"…Oh my God, you are such a scary person," Ximoya said, looking at Hesta in the elevator mirror.

"Did you get scared?" The elevator door opened and Hesta walked out. She said in a relaxed tone with a smile, "There's more to me than just this side that's scary—"

"Jane!" Sophie's voice came from the other end of the corridor.

Although he was mentally prepared, Hesta still felt a little uncomfortable when he heard the call.

This floor is a medicine warehouse and archive room, so there are no patients coming and going. The only people working here are the medical support team from District 3. All the curtains are closed, and it is impossible to tell whether it is day or night in the corridor. Half of the floor is lit, and the other half is in shadow...

This scene made Hesta suddenly return to Tan Yi. Some horrible and bloody images flashed through her mind. It was as if in an instant, some kind of killing instinct opened its eyes sharply...

"Jane, here!"

Hesta refocused her sight. In the distance, Sophie in a nurse's uniform was waving at her.

That was no longer the Sophie of a few years ago. At this moment, she stood there healthy and intact, and her waving arms looked so powerful.

Hesta looked at her and adjusted his breathing: "Sorry, I'm a little late. Something happened on the way..."

"You're just in time," Sophie walked quickly to her side. "My last meeting just ended. You came too early to see me."

"This is my secretary, Ximoya." Hesta made way for her. "This is my friend from District 3, Sophie."

"I've heard about your heroic deeds from the people on the farm," Ximoya took the initiative to extend her hand, "You are really amazing."

"No, I just did what I was supposed to do." Sophie smiled. "All glory to God."

"What about the patients who were brought in?" Hesta asked.

"Ah, they're not on this floor," Sophie said, walking ahead. "The hospital has opened several infectious disease wards specifically for us... They're not in this building. I'll take you there."

"Are they all right?"

"...When I get the medical records, I'll tell you one by one." Sophie said, "Everyone's situation is different."

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(1) Anna Akhmatova, Hello, Can You Hear Me?

(2) Anna Akhmatova, Evening