Why it never ends

Chapter 910 Islands

"It won't be the next semester." A voice suddenly said.

Lin Jiao looked over: "What's going on?"

"All of our majors will move to the Songxueyuan campus next semester. We will be there for the next two semesters."

"Okay," Lin Jiao put his hands on his waist and said with a smile, "The two of us who are farthest apart can reach each other within half a day."

Everyone chuckled again.

"Everyone, look at the faces around you." Lin Jiao continued, "I believe you should be able to notice that compared to the beginning of this semester, almost one-third of the members have left us. I believe that we can Everyone who participated in tonight's event is a friend who can go on together in the future.

"We are not passers-by who never meet again as soon as the computer is turned off. We are partners and comrades. We should get used to debating, getting used to breaking filters, getting used to disappointment, getting used to rebuilding, getting used to caring about each other - not only caring about whether each other's ideas are in sync with each other , but also care about our physique, our reading and writing, and our career.

"This semester we all read together, write together, meditate together, and climb mountains and stargaze together. Next semester we will run together and learn boxing together. We will share our lives and stand closely by each other's side; we will support this place. Everyone, listen patiently to every confusion they have; we want to thank those among us for their clumsy and sincere expressions, we must resist the urge to speculate on each other's malice, and we must have confidence in the people standing around us , just like we have confidence in ourselves.”

People's gazes towards Lin Jiao became intense, and everyone's ears pricked up, not wanting to miss a word.

"But don't be too happy too soon," Lin Jiao raised his index finger. "These words sound beautiful, but in fact each of them is difficult to do, so we need to practice. We must deal with every disagreement that occurs here, every time Every argument is seen as an opportunity to overcome our inherent biases…remember that poem?”

She walked into the crowd.

"No man is an island -" Lin Jiao read loudly.

"No man is an island..." everyone repeated.

"You can be safe——"

"You can be safe..."

“Everyone is a piece of the continent,

“Be part of the whole.

"If the sea washes away a piece,

"The land becomes smaller,

"Like a promontory that has lost its corner,

“It’s like losing a piece of your friend’s or your own territory.

"Anyone's death is my loss,

"Because I am a member of the human race,

"therefore--

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls!

"It chirps for you!"

……

The party lasted until late at night. The members left the warehouse one after another and returned to their residences, but there was still a small group of people who continued to sit where they were, seemingly with no intention of getting up.

"Don't you go back to sleep?" Xiang Hanshan walked to Cheng Xiaoshu and Hesta, her face continued to heat up due to alcohol.

"I'll be back soon," Cheng Xiaoshu raised her head, "I have an exam tomorrow morning."

"...Then why don't you take a rest quickly?"

"If I go to bed now and get up early tomorrow, I'll be finished by the time I get to the examination room." Cheng Xiaoshu said, "It's better to stay up all night first, so that I'll be energetic enough to go to the examination tomorrow morning, and then I can catch up on my sleep and go back to the dormitory in the afternoon. Say it again.”

Xiang Hanshan looked at Hesta again - she was still wrapped in the three layers of blankets, sitting on the ground like a rice dumpling.

"Why are you wearing so many blankets?" Xiang Hanshan asked, "Are you cold?" Hesta raised her head: "It's cold."

"She didn't drink." Cheng Xiaoshu said with a smile, "She didn't drink even one bottle."

"...I get a headache after drinking." Hesta replied, "I don't drink."

Xiang Hanshan walked to the two of them and sat down: "What are you talking about?"

"We are talking about paper-cutting in my hometown," Cheng Xiaoshu said. "My grandma, grandma, and aunt are all very good at cutting. They use an ordinary pair of small scissors and a red square piece as big as a palm. She turns left, right, and right in her hand. , it unfolds into a very complex and beautiful cutout that I haven’t seen since it came out.”

"Home..." Xiang Hanshan breathed a sigh of relief, fell into deep thought for a moment, and then suddenly turned his head, "Have you bought your ticket home?"

"No, I won't go home this winter vacation."

"where to?"

"Go to Songxueyuan. Many people there are looking for tutors during the winter vacation, and they specify students from the University of Technology." Cheng Xiaoshu said with a smile, "Food and accommodation are included, and I can help take care of the children by the way."

Lin Jiao also sat next to Xiang Hanshan with a can of beer.

"What if you didn't go home during the summer vacation, but you didn't go back during the winter vacation?" Xiang Hanshan asked, "Don't you want to go home?"

"...I don't even know how to answer your question," Cheng Xiaoshu laughed, "I don't know what I'm thinking, but I feel uncomfortable thinking about it."

Lin Jiao patted Cheng Xiaoshu on the shoulder.

Xiang Hanshan looked at Hesta again: "What about you, are you going back to District 3 during your vacation?"

Hesta shook his head: "I will be on standby here. When the mission is over, I will go directly to District 12."

"Where is your hometown in the Third District?"

"There is no hometown." Hestad answered quickly this time, "There is no such place for me."

"Hmm?" Xiang Hanshan was also puzzled. She looked at Cheng Xiaoshu, "Did you fail to explain to her clearly what 'hometown' is——"

"I understand," Lin Jiao said, "It's hard for me to answer this kind of question - hometown, hometown... these words are quite far away from me."

Xiang Hanshan turned his head: "But you grew up in Songxueyuan..."

"The emotion I understand about 'home' is a plant's emotion towards the land," Hestad continued. "Someone once told me that some people are like seeds, they take root from the time they are born. After sprouting, even if she goes elsewhere, her roots are still rooted in the place where she was originally raised - this is her hometown, isn't it?"

"Correct."

"Other people, like me," Hesta said softly, "I don't have such a deep affection for the land. I can live anywhere. I can't say where I have taken root, so I don't have a 'hometown' or 'hometown.' Places like that.”

"……cool!"

There was a knock on the door. The boss stood at the door of the warehouse and knocked the thick metal door with the chain that locked the door.

"Is it over?" She walked in, "If it's over, everyone should be cleared. We're going to start packing things here."

People who were still parked in the room got up and walked outside. The wind was howling outside. From the warehouse to the residence, a narrow and long path connected the two ends. There were no street lights on the path, so everyone used the flashlights provided by the inn to illuminate the path under their feet.