Why it never ends

Suddenly, the phone vibrated again.

Hesta thought that Yugali still had something to say, so he turned on the screen and discovered that the letter was from "Ksenia".

At this moment, Hesta clearly felt a spasm of pain. She stared at Ksenia's name on the screen. This name was like a spell that could attract all her attention at any time and anywhere.

After a long time, she clicked on the message and saw that it read:

"Are you free tomorrow afternoon? Do you want to come to the drama club to play chess? It's the same theater you came to last time."

Hesta leaned over the table and bumped his forehead lightly against the table several times, as if this could free him from the inexplicable bitterness of the moment.

In this delicate, electric-like pain, there is another extremely thin thread intertwined, beating like a pulse, containing surging happiness.

On the other side, Ksenia was waiting with her cell phone. She had long observed that Hesta was not a person who would mute her cell phone. In the past, she would always take out her device to check any messages she received.

But the message has been sent for more than 20 minutes, and Hesta has not responded yet. What is going on?

Maybe she doesn't have her phone with her right now?

It may also be that I am doing something that makes it inconvenient to reply...

Ksenia turned over on the bed, thinking about various possibilities and rejecting them one by one. She randomly opened various programs and quickly exited them all.

Forget it, go to sleep.

She put her phone under her pillow, thinking that maybe good news would always come when she was about to give up.

However, after squinting for a while, she turned her phone out again to check - there was still no reply.

Maybe Hesta has already fallen asleep, maybe she didn't see this message at all... Yes, she looks like a person who lives a very regular life. Maybe she goes to bed at nine o'clock every day and wakes up at five o'clock. If it is In this case, I will probably have to wait until I wake up tomorrow morning to see the reply.

Ksenia frowned, really?

Is there really any young person nowadays who would maintain this kind of old age routine?

Ksenia suddenly became angry. When she realized that she was angry, she first told herself, I am not angry with Hesta, because I have no reason to be angry with her.

As for what she was angry about and who she was angry with, she didn't bother to think deeply. She forced herself to think about rehearsing tomorrow. Yes, this was the real serious thing - she would have to attend at least three rehearsals before the second performance in order to readjust some of the problems she had encountered before, but There won't be much part for her tomorrow afternoon, but Teacher Wu insists that everyone must be present.

Then, she remembered her experiment. The boss has already declared her experiment as a key laboratory project, hoping to be selected into the "Research Star Program of the Fourteenth District". This is a project implemented just last year in the 14th District. It aims to support newcomers who are interested in engaging in scientific research to further explore and study in this field. In order to show that it attaches great importance to the regional policy, the University of Technology will also provide an additional one-to-two matching funding. If she is selected, the amount at her disposal will even exceed that of the tutor whose project has just been cut off, and next year's experiments can also be carried out at any time. To expand the scale.

In order to seize this sudden opportunity, she and her mentor spent so much effort on this matter. Today, the boss came to her very excitedly and said that he had heard inside information. Their experiment attracted a certain person. The attention of the big shots in the military is almost certain.

These thoughts stuck one after another, gradually becoming chaotic in her mind, and she began to truly fall into sleep. Sleep was like a soft quilt, gradually covering her restless mind——

The phone vibrated.

Ksenia opened her eyes almost immediately.

In the darkness, the sudden brightness of the phone screen stung her eyes, but she had no time to care. She just relied on her familiarity with the screen to instantly click on the new message. "OK."

There are only two words like this, and a full stop that doesn't seem to contain any unnecessary emotion.

Kseniya breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at the time. It had been more than an hour since she sent the last message...

She waited for more than an hour for a mere two-word reply.

It's crazy.

Ksenia couldn't help but begin to re-evaluate Hesta's influence on herself. Time was so precious to her that she was wasting it waiting for news. Perhaps the only thing that can comfort me is that she didn't waste any other efforts or delay the progress of anything...

She was just consuming her own sleep.

Ksenia closed her eyes and remembered the scene on the mountain again.

She raised her head, and Hesta stood high up, jumping down next to her like an antelope.

……

The next afternoon, Hesta came to the theater early. When she got up this morning, she combed her hair more carefully than before, but there were a few clumps of hair that she couldn't get rid of. She looked left and right in the mirror, and finally spent an extra five minutes washing her hair again.

Her hair had long since dried and was fluffy again, shaking as she bounded over the steps.

In the theater, Teacher Wu arrived earlier, and she directed several students to set up the stage. Hesta glanced at the theater casually and quickly spotted Ksenia's shadow among the few people gathered in the corner to discuss the text.

She hesitated for a while whether to go over and say hello, but finally sat down in the third row from the bottom, observing Ksenia's actions intently, planning to wait until her discussion was over before going up to say hello.

About five or six minutes later, Ksenia looked over to her as if inadvertently, their eyes met, and Ksenia waved her arm first.

Hesta immediately got up and ran.

From the first moment Hesta walked into this theater, Ksenia had already noticed her presence. Her gaze quietly glanced in the direction of Hestad several times, but each time it seemed that it hit the moment when Hestad was looking at her, so her gaze quickly returned to her eyes without stopping.

It wasn't until the last time that she finally decided to say hello to Hestad, then she slowly turned around, as if thinking about something, and then her eyes moved up little by little, and finally fell into Hestad's eyes.

It didn't feel good, and it made her feel a little uncomfortable.

But when she really saw Hesta, this feeling faded away. Ksenia didn't know if Hesta knew one thing, that is, when she sat there and looked at her, her expression looked inexplicably aggrieved, like a neglected puppy.