Why it never ends

Chapter 130 Flying at Low Altitude
However, despite this strong attraction, Hesta still can't understand why the women in the story always want to commit themselves to Gregory after seeing Gregory's "spirit".

She hates Gregory, but if she could, she really wanted to use a knife to goug out this part of Gregory's soul, so that she could put this small and unruly fragment into her chest, and completely possess it. Own.

"For a long time, "The Mountains" was regarded as my pillow book," Ava said softly, "until one day, some changes happened. I went back and looked at the books in this book. Women, I realize that the word 'Cossack' contains two completely different lives - each 'man who is free everywhere' corresponds to several 'women who are not free everywhere', under the former's unshakable subject status , the latter's death has become a sacrifice to the former.

"No wonder I couldn't see Aksinya, Natalia, Daliya when I read it for the first time—not that I couldn't, I just felt that life and death among these women, It's too boring for you to fight over me. This doesn't affect my sigh of emotion when they died. But this sigh is absolutely different from the emotion I saw when a Cossack was beheaded.

"They're the women of many men's dreams," Ava said coldly. "They give their all—including resentment—to teach their brothers, their lovers, their husbands how to grow from immature boys to real men." man.

"Through their flesh and blood, men realize what is true love, true pain, and what is true living; with them, men's magnificent life is complete."

"That's why Aksinya said she couldn't live without Gregory—her whole life was to be a footnote to Gregory. Maybe she was his most vivid and beautiful footnote, But without the ontology of Gregory, what value can a single footnote have?
"Abandon your true colors and become a beautiful phantom in the memory of others... Oh, there is no worse and more stupid choice than this in the world."

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The night reading session lasted until one o'clock in the morning. In this late-night confrontation, everyone shared their recent reading experience. They sat around together, telling their own stories and their love for others under the night light of the glass room. understand.

It turns out that this kind of night reading meeting has a long history in Ava's mansion. In the past, there would be one or two times a week. Every time, it happens freely like today, and ends freely. Every time the participants are different——completely See who was on duty in the house at that time.

From time to time, there were some laughter and echoes from the crowd. Some people talked about all kinds of strange things that happened to them or around them recently. Sometimes everyone was silent, and sometimes they cried. For a while, Hesta felt that everything seemed to be back in the base. leisure time.

Throughout the second half of the evening reading, Hesta leaned back in her chair, silently listening to others reading some excerpts from the reading, some of these fragments also aroused Hesta's interest, and she wrote down the Named, ready to add to my to-read list.

Several times during the period, when her eyes happened to pass over Ava, who was also sitting in the crowd, Hesta suddenly realized that outside this room, the girls here had their stormy lives, but when the sun went down Now, their fishing boat is docked here, and this old man is undoubtedly the strongest anchor in this room.

When the night reading was over, people dispersed, and Hesta was about to return to the basement where she lived. Before parting, Ava suddenly called Hesta again.

"I remember, the date...is today?" Ava's voice was so low that only Hesta could hear it.

"Yes, it's today."

"Don't forget what you said, Jane." Ava said softly, "Revenge is to clarify your own boundaries. It is not for others to see, but for yourself."

Hesta looked at Ava, thinking about Ava's overtones.

"This means that the initiative is always in your hands," Ava said in a low voice, "No matter how noisy the people around you are, if you want to continue, you can continue. Conversely, when you intend to stop, You can just stop—no one can coerce you into making any decisions on this matter."

"Yes, it is," replied Hesta.

"Okay," Ava patted Hesta's hand lightly, "I wish you well."

"Good night."

After watching Ava go upstairs, Hesta returned to her room—just as Ava had promised her before, there was a black suitcase on her desk at the moment, which looked like a girl's suitcase. Violin case.

Opening it, a bionic arm of the same model as her right hand came into view.The black box itself is not only a storage and charging device, but also a terminal. Hesta operated its internal interface for a while to check the status of the arm.

Soon, Hesta put it on and inserted her original arm into this special box-tonight, her coordinates and this arm will stay safely in Ava's residence.

After finishing all the preparations, Hesta turned off all the lights in the room, and she sat at the table alone.She placed a small red alarm clock on the table directly in front of her. Hesta stared at the pointer slowly moving from 1 to 2 in the dark, and gradually approached 3.

During this process, all the sounds outside the house fell silent a little bit—it was the Arjas who were doing the last tidying up, washing up, and talking at night before going to bed.

Through the narrow window, Hesta looked at the night sky halfway above the ground, without saying a word.

When she returned to the ground silently, the cold moon in late autumn was hanging high in the sky. This cold brilliance evenly sprinkled every inch of the land at night, and also illuminated her way forward.

Hesta flew over the city like a silent bird at an inhuman speed.She leaped from roof to roof, over city walls, across plains, over silent treetops in the forest...

The boiling hatred turned Hesta into a precise clock. She chose shortcuts as much as possible while avoiding the boundaries covered by all signal towers. Immediately, secretly.

Under the cover of night, Hesta returned to the old city of Tanyi from the province of Nia in a very short time.

The beautiful old city was in its slumber, and Hesta squatted on the church steeple overlooking the land.The moonlight shone on her red hair like a ray of fire in the deep sea.After relocating, she opened her arms and ran towards the head she was about to harvest.

Mom, when you walked into their palace 12 years ago, before those demons bared their fangs, did you still have dreams about us?

Mom, was the moonlight back then as bright as tonight?

Mom, soon I will be 20 too.

Mom, I miss you so much.

(End of this chapter)