Why it never ends

Chapter 112 The Cage
Valenti put down the phone and quickly came to Hesta's side.

"simple……"

She patted Hesta on the back.

"What the hell is going on... are you okay?"

In the distance, the singing of "The Dagger and the Sheath" in the theater is still faintly echoing throughout the lobby and corridors.Through the thick wall, those human voices became indistinct, as if they were coming from underwater.

"I know you are the sharpest dagger in the world—"

"I'm fine," Hesta replied weakly. She turned on the faucet and rinsed her face with clean water. "I just... don't like this story very much."

"Let me be your scabbard—"

Valenti supported Hesta's shoulder, "Don't like the story of Wei Chuyun and Volva...?"

"Yes," the song in the distance made Hesta sneer again, "If he is really willing to be a sheath, why does Volva follow him south to Pingjing...why didn't he stay in the north, stay in the By Volva's side?"

"Let me calm all this torment—"

"Volva was only a teenager at that time, what did she know, she left her homeland, relatives, and friends, and went to live in a distant and strange place alone for love... It is reasonable that no one told her how dangerous it is to do so ?"

Valenti was a little overwhelmed, "Well... There are always some exaggerated expressions in love stories. Musicals are small in size and have more space restrictions, so many details have been deleted... In fact, in reality, these two people It did have a good ending."

"Come with me—"

"I remember that Wei Chuyun and Fu Erwa in history were very affectionate, and they didn't elope together. In short, they stayed together for life and were very happy——"

Hesta looked sideways slightly.

"Perhaps this Volva is happy... what about the other Volvas?"

Looking into Hesta's red eyes, Valenti froze.

"Volva, my free-running river—"

In the distant theater, "Wei Chuyun" on the stage sang the most affectionate confession, and there was endless applause from the audience, and many audience members stood up.

Amid the cheers and gazes of the crowd, the young "Volva" raised the curtain of the tent and gazed at his lover affectionately.

After a brief hesitation, she ran towards love and her own destiny without hesitation.

Many petals fell from above the stage, and the two happily hugged and spun in the center of the stage, as if the disturbing haze of the past had completely gone, and there was only a rose-colored tomorrow from now on.

……

One o'clock.

This was the first time Valenti saw the midnight streets of Bruno.

The dark yellow street lights divide the road surface and the bridge surface into different bright circles of light. There are few pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, a car with headlights on roars past, and the fallen leaves beside the road are suddenly rolled up.

The wind passed over her head, making a sound like a bone flute.

From nine o'clock to one o'clock in the morning, Hesta had been wandering aimlessly on the streets of Bruno for more than four hours.

Valenti kept following her, and on several occasions Hesta turned to let Valenti go, but Valenti just shook her head and continued to follow silently.

She watched Hesta's back without being distracted for a moment.

When Valenti had just left the theater, Valenti saw her walking and stopping, her shoulders calming and trembling—clearly Hesta was trying, but unsuccessfully, to control her tears.

Valenti had never seen Hesta cry, she hadn't heard a sound, maybe the wind had muffled Hesta's sobs tonight, maybe she hadn't made a sound when she cried.

When the two walked onto a long stone bridge again, Hesta in front finally stopped.

She stood with her head up for a moment, then looked back at Valenti.

Valenti stepped forward and walked to Hesta's side. In the cold wind, Hesta's cheeks were pale, but her nose was red.

Valenti offered her handkerchief.

"...Thank you." Hesta grabbed Valenti's handkerchief, but didn't use it to wipe her face. She leaned on the railing of the bridge, looking down at the gurgling river below the bridge.

"Are you better, Jane?"

"much better."

Valenti sighed softly, looked at the river, and rubbed her hands a little.

In the late autumn night, Valenti's sigh turned into pale mist, floated into the air, and dissipated again.

Only then did Hesta realize that the current weather might be a bit cold for Valenti, so she took off her coat and handed it over.

"are not you cold?"

"It's not cold." Hesta whispered, "Sorry for wasting your time all night."

"It's not too late..."

Valenti quickly put on the coat, Hesta's uniform was a little too big for her coat, and her hands were tucked into the sleeves of the coat, which was very warm.

Valenti relaxed a little.

These years at the base, although she is not Hesta's consultant, the two are still very close.Valenti seemed to know how to get along with a child like Hesta naturally—maybe she had learned this special way of getting along with Chiba.

"...can I ask you a more personal question?" Hesta said suddenly.

"Huh?" Valenti was even more surprised - Hesta rarely responded to questions related to herself, and correspondingly, she rarely asked others.

"……You ask."

"Are you happy, now."

"Aha," Valenti raised her head slightly and said with a smile without any hesitation, "I'm happy. These two years should be the happiest time in my life so far."

"The two years of your marriage to Mr. Wood?"

"Yes," Valenti nodded.

"why?"

"Well... First of all, Virgil is indeed a very good husband," Valenti said with a smile, "He is gentle and upright, knows how to listen, and also shares a lot of housework for me... That's why I have more husbands. I have time to do my own thing, without him, it would be impossible to take on another book translation under such a busy work situation last year."

"translate?"

"Last year, Tan Yi Cross Publishing House introduced a batch of consulting series for the first district, and there happened to be a few consultants who I was very interested in, so I went to fight for the trial draft, because it was the first time, and I didn't have much hope. Yes, the negotiation ended smoothly." Valenti laughed, "But the book will not be officially published until the first half of next year, which is really too slow."

Hesta propped his chin and looked at her quietly.

Valenti continued, "As for the six months I have been in the province of Niah, it is a new attempt. I always feel that the environment in the base is too closed, and most of the reserves are almost completely incompatible with the habitable place after entering the base. This is actually not conducive to their adapting to life here, so I hope there will be a buffer zone, just like the whole province of Niah in the third district... How to do it is still being conceived, and it will take some time. "

Valenti stretched her waist, "If this life is not happy enough, then I really don't know what is."

(End of this chapter)