Why it never ends

Chapter 874 Love her

Hesta lay down on the bench and half-closed her eyes, "Maybe I just like to be nosy."

Yu Xuekun looked at her, "What have you done this week?"

"Nothing new... Oh, one thing," Hesta suddenly remembered something, "I promised Ksenia some time ago that she would watch their adaptation of "The Dagger and the Sheath" next month, but yesterday they received the news , "The Dagger and the Sheath" has been banned from being repeated because it involves sensitive people... you understand."

Yu Xuekun's eyes changed slightly, "How do you feel? Has anyone started to cause trouble for you recently?"

"No," Hesta replied, "To be honest, I hate this feeling. No one has ever really caused trouble for me. Maybe Zuo Wentao is one, but he always acts like a teacher. I know someone I have been suffering more direct malice. When I go out, I will be graffitied on the door. When I walk on the street, I will be teased and whistled, insulted, and followed... Obviously I also have the face of a Hesta. I also have red hair and don’t make any disguise, but those evildoers never come to trouble me... I know why, they don’t dare.”

Yu Xuekun looked at her.

"I find that I may never understand what it feels like for Yugali to live in Orange Town, just like I can't understand how her mother could treat her like that...how could she allow her mother to treat her like that." Hesta said softly. , “My mother would never be like that.”

"Have you ever thought about what your relationship would be like if you were still living with your mother now?"

Hesta frowned slightly. She looked at the ceiling and was silent for a long time.

"I don't know." After a long time, she spoke in a low voice, her voice bitter, "...I haven't thought about this problem."

"What do you think your life would be like now if this had happened."

Hesta raised her head, "...Does this question have any significance?"

"Because you said you couldn't understand what it was like for Yugali to live in Orange Town," Yu Xuekun said softly, "Where do you think the difference between you begins?"

Hesta blinked very softly.

There was a long silence.

"If my mother is still alive, maybe I am still in Short Alley now." Hesta's voice is very low. "If I can live to be twenty years old, I may become a sniper, because when I was very young, someone I said I have some talent in shooting...

"No one in the wasteland will give me peptide injections, so I may not be very tall, maybe about the same height as Eucalyptus, or shorter... but we still have a chance to get acquainted. Because my mother may want to go back to Fourteen Let's take a look. If she wants, I will also find a way to find an opportunity to bring her back.

"But how will we know each other?" Hesta said slowly, "Maybe it was also one early morning when my mother and I got off the train. We saw a red-haired Hesta man on the platform from a distance - after all these years In the past, my mother and I met another Hesta person, and we would probably feel surprised, surprised...and happy.

"At that time, I may not have the same personality as I do now. I remember that when I first entered the base, I was always very careful and cautious in doing things... This is very similar to Eucalyptus.

"So when I see her again, maybe I will go up to say hello, maybe not. After all, in a completely unfamiliar place, I may not dare to make extraneous matters. Maybe my mother and I will look at her back together on the platform, and then I thought to myself, 'I'm really back in District 14.'"

Hesta covered her abdomen with her left hand.

"You can't bring guns here, so I will carry a knife with me. There was a time before I could sleep with a dagger under my pillow... This habit may continue into my adulthood. I not only have to protect myself, I also have to protect my mother. She is not in good health to begin with. After the long journey, we must all be exhausted...

"Maybe we decided to stay in Orange Town or May County for a short time, so we rented an apartment. One day we opened the door and found that someone had written unfriendly words on the door in red paint." Hestad frowned slightly. , "But what can we do... We don't know who did it, and even if we knew, there might not be anything we can do."

"What about calling the police?" Yu Xuekun said softly.

Hesta raised his head again. "Do the police care about this?" Yu Xuekun thought for a while. "Maybe they can help you register the situation."

Hesta laughed.

"Why do you think you guys would argue?" Yu Xuekun asked again.

"I don't know," Hesta replied. "That won't happen."

"Yeah."

"Yes, this will never happen. She loves me and wants me to be happy, and I love her too." Hesta looked at the patterns on the ceiling, her vision slowly blurring, "Even now I have become someone else. I still love her...always, forever."

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After winter, Xu Ruyi spent more and more time in the attic.

At first, when Ding Guisheng couldn't find anyone, he thought his wife had gone out. It wasn't until one day when he was watching TV in the living room and waiting for someone to come back that he heard the sound of the door opening and footsteps coming from the attic, that Ding Guisheng realized that Xu Ruyi had been staying in the attic all morning.

But she doesn't play the piano either, because there is no sound of the piano at home.

Several times, Ding Guisheng secretly went upstairs, only to find that his wife had locked the door. The new door that Ding Yuqing advocated for replaced actually blocked him out in the end, which made Ding Guisheng particularly annoyed. He wanted to find a reason to tear down the door, but no one gave him a chance - every time he called for someone, Xu Ruyi would come out of the attic.

"What are you doing up there?"

"Clean the room." Xu Ruyi always answered.

"How long have you been cleaning and you haven't finished cleaning yet? Is there any treasure in the attic that you have to go up and check every day?"

He waited for Xu Ruyi to retaliate, but when he looked towards his wife, what he saw in Xu Ruyi's eyes was not anger, but emptiness.

Xu Ruyi always carries a canvas bag on her right hand, which contains a ball of yarn and a crochet hook. Whenever she has free time, she sits down to hook up sweaters, scarves or other small items. She sits alone at the dining table without saying a word.

Ding Guisheng was not used to this change. He always complained about everything in order to get a response from his wife, but everything did not go as expected.

One day, Xu Ruyi suddenly put down the things in his hands, raised his head and interrupted him, "Guisheng."

"What?"

"Have you been happy these years?"

Ding Guisheng put down the newspaper with a bang, a wave of anger pressing against the roof of his mouth, but he couldn't find a fulcrum to attack. He threw away the newspaper, cursed and walked into the room, then slammed the bedroom door as usual, deafeningly, but Xu Ruyi did not chase him in.

He leaned against the back of the door and listened for a long time. There was silence in the living room.