Why it never ends

Chapter 903 The Sound of the Piano

At one end of the corridor, a group of people's footsteps, chatter and laughter came over like a tide.

Just before a certain emotion was about to be awakened, Hestad sneaked into the shadows of the corridor like a ghost. She forcibly interrupted all the memories that inexplicably arose with the music, and stopped all the images before they occupied more of her mind.

A group of familiar faces passed by the stairs not far away - they were the young people from the drama club.

Hesta only took one glance and realized that Ksenia was not among the crowd tonight. She looked away and waited quietly for the crowd to leave, feeling both lucky and regretful in her heart.

The corridors of Wenhui Building fell silent again, but the sound of the violin did not stop.

Hesta decided to go upstairs and take a look. Even though she still remembered the face of the man whom Ksenia called "Prince Myshkin," it took her a while to recall his name.

As she climbed layer by layer, the sound of the piano got closer and closer... Finally, Hesta stopped at a door that was ajar. She pushed open the door in surprise, which she had knocked on countless times. She opened the door again and looked at the very familiar figure from behind.

"...Molly?"

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly.

Molly turned her head seriously, and her hands holding the piano and bow dropped.

"Is it you?" Hesta opened her eyes slightly, "It's actually you?"

Molly coughed several times, walked to the desk and put the piano and bow back into the case. She did not turn around, always facing Hesta: "...Why are you still in school so late?"

"I'm studying by myself." Hesta replied, "The exam is about to take place."

Morley pushed the put away violin to the wall, and then motioned for Hesta to sit down on the empty chair next to him.

"When autumn first came, I heard someone playing the violin in Wenhui Building several times. Was it you?"

"...Occasionally," Molly replied, "Do you always leave so late?"

"I was learning the language at that time."

A topic came to an end for the time being, and neither of them continued. Silence lay between the two of them, making Molly feel a little embarrassed.

Her eyes fell on the table for a long time before looking tentatively at Hesta.

"The recent period has been very difficult for everyone," Morley said softly, "Qianye is an excellent warrior and very reliable -"

"She will be fine." Hesta made a movement to stop, "Don't say these misleading words, she must be guarding somewhere in District 12 now."

"Do you know her weapons and bionics-"

"I know, that doesn't mean anything. I will find her. When I get to District 12, I will find her quickly."

Molly frowned, she slowly leaned back, then took off her glasses, and closed her eyes tiredly.

"...What positions did you apply for?" Mo Li suddenly asked.

"There are quite a few, dozens of them."

"Show me," she whispered. "Maybe I can write you a few letters of recommendation."

Hesta started to take out his computer: "...is this compensation for Zuo Wentao's incident?"

Seeing that Mo Li's expression visibly stiffened for a moment, Hesta added, "That matter is over."

"We need to wait. Re-investigation will take time. In addition, the people at the Education Bureau don't know the specific situation of the school. It probably requires a familiarization process..."

"So there is really nothing more to say." Mo Li's expression was determined. After a long time, he still lowered his eyes and said, "Yes, that's right."

Hesta handed the computer over and showed Moli her positions to be reviewed. Molly wrote down some of the job codes. Hesta glanced at what she had memorized: "Do you need to go to such trouble? Just give it to me. Can I write a letter of recommendation and attach it to my resume?”

"I will send the recommendation letter directly to Office No. 7," Molly glanced at her, "You can't see it, and you shouldn't see it."

"That's right," Hesta nodded, "Don't say bad things about me."

Morley was still writing and drawing on the memo, not knowing what he was recording. While waiting, Hesta looked at Moli's table curiously, and finally her eyes fell on some photos in the corner. Just as she was about to reach out and turn around to look at the front, Moli directly pressed the photo frame on the table. .

"Okay." Hesta stood up, "It's indeed too late. Thank you for your letter of recommendation. I'll go back."

Molly watched Hesta walk to the door: "Wait."

Hesta turned around.

"Back then," Morley said suddenly, "when we were still at the reserve base, if there were no Chiba, do you think the base could protect you?"

Hesta was a little confused by the question at first, but after smacking it for a while, she began to realize what Molly was asking: "You mean about Sean?"

"Ah."

"sure."

Hesta's quick answer and firm attitude surprised Moli for a moment, but this made her feel somewhat relieved. Her voice became slightly softer: "It's a pity that the rules set in the base cannot be smoothly extended to the outside world." Promote—”

"I'm not talking about the rules," Hesta said suddenly, "I'm talking about Liz and Turan. They both stood on my side at that time and stood very firmly on my side, so I believe that even if Miss Chiba If we had not intervened back then, we would have definitely found a solution.”

"What you mean is that you trust people more than rules."

"The rules are easy to circumvent, especially for people like Sean," Hestad said, "But the rules are also very important. At least when we are at the base, we can all feel that the rules there stand. our side."

Molly suddenly let out a low laugh.

"I plan to officially retire." Morley folded a memo sheet with several job codes recorded on it. "In the second half of this year, after all the work here has been handed over, I will return to the third district."

"Are you still going back to the reserve base to be a affairs officer?"

"...No more." Molly was silent for a while, "There are some things I need to stop and think about before I can have an answer."

"Wish you good luck." Hesta waved his hand, "See you soon."

Molly heard Hesta's footsteps retreating away, then suddenly returning to a trot. She looked towards the door, and sure enough, Hesta's head quickly popped out from the door again.

"What happened again?" Molly asked.

"That portrait of Ava in the corridor," Hesta pointed to the door, "Can I take it with me?"

"What?" Molly thought she heard wrongly.

"That's a pretty good portrait—"

"up to you."

"Okay. Thank you, Molly."

There were some noises in the corridor, probably Hesta was taking the portrait out of the frame and rolling it up. As the elevator bell rang, everything fell silent again. Molly reopened the photo frame on the table. It was of her and Ava twenty years ago.