Why it never ends

Chapter 1237

Qiqi perked up her ears.

From the moment Shiyi opened the cabinet door, all sound disappeared. She was curious about Shiyi's reaction, but too embarrassed to turn around. After struggling with herself for a long time, she finally pretended that her neck was sore and turned around slightly.

There was no one in front of the cabinet; I wonder where Eleven went.

Qiqi immediately jumped off the chair and rushed towards the exit of the reading space. There were scattered teachers and students talking at both ends of the corridor, but Shiyi was not at either end.

Qiqi's heart skipped a beat.

Where did you go for the National Day holiday?
……

That morning, Simoya brought Wossantha and Gahodorei to Hershta's office, and upon opening the door, she found Xia Yixue already sitting inside.

“I’m sorry, I should have knocked first…” Simona began, “But wait, the door was ajar just now.”

“I must have forgotten to turn it off,” Xia Yixue stood up. “Come in, I’ve finished what I needed to say.”

"Is there some new problem with the children?" Simoya asked curiously.

Xia Yixue smiled and shook her head: "Since you're here, let me tell you first. This Saturday—that is, tomorrow—we're taking the children to the city for a science and technology exhibition. Anyone in the farm who is interested can go. Just come and register with me at 3 p.m. today."

Simoya's eyes widened slightly: "Why the rush?"

“Go ahead and get busy,” Hester said. “I’ll explain to her.”

Xia Yixue smiled and nodded to everyone before quickly leaving.

“They contacted the science museum in Emmanuela a long time ago,” Hesta said softly, gesturing for them to sit down. “However, they only replied yesterday, saying that due to some complicated reasons, they cannot provide them with an appointment service.”

"Complex reasons...what reasons?"

“Xia Yixue called to ask what the specific ‘considerations’ were. The other party said that the main concern was that other children or parents would be frightened – because we originally planned to bring farm workers and children along.”

Hearing this, Gahodorei unconsciously glanced at Worsander's forehead, which was covered with dark tattoos, and the Trion family crest almost covered half of her face. Although tattoos were popular in District 12, such a large area of ​​dark patterns, at first glance... could indeed be a bit frightening.

She hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to translate these somewhat harsh words to the old man, but after some thought, she decided to keep quiet.

"Which science museum did you come from?" Simona frowned. "That's going too far!"

“Hmm…” Hershta didn’t answer, but continued, “But the person in charge of the science museum gave Xia Yixue a phone number and address, saying that there was a temporary industrial exhibition hall in downtown Emmania recently. The exhibition hall is open to all citizens, and professors from nearby universities will go there on weekends to explain the principles. Many schools will organize students to visit on weekends. So Xia Yixue called to ask, and the other party said it was perfectly fine, no problem, but tomorrow is the last day of the event—that’s it.”

“That’s quite a coincidence. It seems that quite a few of us can travel together tomorrow,” said Simona. “Zoe asked Sire yesterday, and she said she’s going. She also has a police officer friend who is very interested in it and asked if they could come along.”

"Klara?"

“Yes,” Simona said. “To be honest, I don’t know if we can bring people like this. Me, Zoe, and Srekel… that makes four people. Could you contact Mrs. Brownbo and ask her?”

"There's no need. Just go directly. She won't kick you out."

“How do you know? What if she—” “If she kicks you out, then she can forget about me ever coming to her door in person,” Hester said. “It’s just two more people. Relax. If she really asks, just say you asked me and that what I said is true.”

Seeing that Simoya was still not convinced, Hester added, "I'll be in Emeralia this weekend too. Contact me if anything goes wrong."

"You're going too?" Simona looked at Hersta. "Are you going to participate in the event or something else?"

“I’m going to check out our reserve base,” Hersta replied.

"Wow," Simoya exclaimed softly, "The permissions have been updated?"

"Yes, Office 3 just emailed me saying they've added my administrative privileges. Anyway, I'll go over there tomorrow to take a look, and I might need to submit a list of necessary items based on the situation on-site... and so on."

The conversation paused briefly, and Hesta's gaze turned inquiringly to Worsander.

“Oh, by the way,” Simona turned her head as well, “did you read the draft regulations I sent you yesterday?”

"Uh……"

Simoya raised her head slightly, her gaze sweeping coldly over Hester: "Didn't you see it?"

Hershta's gaze quickly jumped between Simoya, Worsandta, and Gahodore, before finally settling back on Simoya.

“I haven’t seen it.” Hesta said without changing his expression. “If what you’re discussing with me today requires me to have seen the first draft, then you can wait and come back this afternoon—”

“I guessed it.” Simona interrupted Hershta. “Congratulations, you’ve managed to delay a mission.”

Hersta looked at her with a gentle expression that said, "I'd like to hear more."

“Although everyone had a very enthusiastic and intense discussion the day before yesterday, and didn’t want to leave until late at night, I only realized yesterday afternoon that everyone still had misunderstandings about many things,” said Simona. “Some basic concepts cannot be clarified in just a few words, so last night, Wosandta came over and asked me if we could set the rules according to our own ideas.”

What kind of thoughts?

Simoya looked at Vossantha, the old woman holding a folded piece of white paper in her arms, but she did not immediately hand the paper to Hersta's table. Instead, she quietly looked into Hersta's eyes.

"Is it my turn?" the old man asked in a low voice.

“Yes,” Gahodorei said in District 12, “you can tell her your thoughts now.”

The old man smiled.

“Over the years, we’ve actually done so many things together,” Worsandta said. “Whether it was building houses, farming, digging irrigation ditches, or doing manual labor... when we work and live together, we rarely set so many rules or regulations.”

"Often, no matter how difficult the task or the people involved, if we discuss it together, there's no problem that can't be solved."

"But... I know things are different now than before. If we always discuss things in private, it will make people feel that it's not the right thing to do."

The old man finally handed over the piece of white paper in his hand.

“I was born in the Blanche Forest,” the old man whispered. “This is our charter, the Twelve Commandments of Blanche.”