Why it never ends

Chapter 141 Why is the world like this

Later that day, Ava suddenly asked Alja to book a restaurant nearby.There was no warning about this incident, and Ava did not explain why.

Soon, the chefs came to Ava's kitchen with their guys and ingredients to start working.

At eight o'clock in the evening, everyone set up a long table in the hall, lit candles, and started a candlelight dinner. During the dinner, Ava took out the red wine she had collected for many years, and everyone except Hesta tasted some.

"Are you sure you don't want some?" Arja approached Hesta, "I don't know what happened to Ava today, but suddenly I had a sudden whim... If you miss today, you may never have the chance to drink it again!"

"I'm not used to drinking." Hesta smiled and shook his head, "And I get drunk as soon as I drink, forget it."

"...Okay, okay, hey."

Under the soft light, the women's cups clinked together, making a crisp sound.

Like the last night reading session, everyone talked about many interesting topics at the dinner table, about the past, about the future, about everyone's hometown and ambition.Ava was still talking like last time, and Hesta's eyes were still a little red and swollen. She didn't want other people's eyes to fall on her, and just listened silently.

At the end of dinner, Hesta felt that she was exhausted to the extreme, and she urgently needed to go back to the basement to take a nap, after all, she still had a lot to do in the second half of the night.But before going downstairs, Ava called to stop her.

Hesta followed Ava and came to the glass house again. The book Ava read in the afternoon was still on the tea table. Ava picked up the book and handed it to her, "For you, Jane."

Hesta took it. It was a thin, old book, with the title printed in black on the pale gray cover: Origins.

"...What is this about?" Hesta asked.

"You'll know it after you've seen it." Ava whispered.

Hesta returned to the basement with the book, and she turned on the lamp, only to find that the cover of the book should have been bound later.

Under the word "Origin" on the title page is Ava's handwriting:
The Origin of the Family, Private Property, and the State
Hesta looked at the line.

Is this the full name of the book?Or is it Ava's generalization of the whole book?Hesta is temporarily unknown.She turned the pages of the book and browsed through the table of contents, and found that there were many unheard of place names and ethnic groups on it. At the same time, although there were two prefaces and Chapter 1 in the table of contents of this book, the actual text began with Chapter 2 - It's not complete.

Hester managed to read a page and a half, feeling lost, and quickly closed the book and put it away on the desk.This "Origin" made her lack of interest, and she has no plans to read it for the time being.

The sound of other people walking could be heard in the open space outside the cell.

Hesta slumped on the chair, and the drowsiness during the dinner just now was gone. Although she still felt very tired and exhausted, she was so awake that she could no longer be sober. Some thoughts were rushing in her mind. Make her sleepless.

In front of the desk in the cell, Hesta bent down again.She spread out a piece of manuscript paper and carefully refilled the pen with ink, and when all was done, she wrote a line on the paper.

"Dear Liz:"

As soon as this lovely name fell on the paper, Hesta felt a sore nose.Her hand holding the pen was unconsciously exerting force, but the nib was still trembling.

Hesta had to take a deep breath and stopped writing.

Tears fell like summer rain, and they wet the letter paper, blurring the wet handwriting. Hesta looked up at the ceiling for a moment, then threw herself on the table again, and buried her face in her arms.

After a while, she straightened up and took another piece of paper, frowning and continued writing.

Dear Liz:
This is another undeliverable letter because I really don't know your address.

How have you been doing for more than a month?The weather in the third district is getting colder, maybe it will snow soon, and when it snows, winter will come... I think this will be a winter that I will never forget.

Tonight, many people and I were sitting in Ava's living room chatting, and we suddenly talked about hometown.Someone asked me where my hometown was, but I couldn't answer.According to their definition, hometown should not only be the place where a person is born and grows up, but also a place that people miss and cherish, because where a person's hometown is, her roots are there.

I never seem to have such a place.

So I asked Ava, is there anyone in the world who is born without a hometown, and Ava said yes, and many of them.

Another girl was very surprised, saying how can people have no hometown?A wandering person may live a life of tossing around many places, but she always has one or two places she wants to return to.

At that time, I seriously thought about it for a while, Short Ming Lane, St. Anne's Abbey, the reserve base... I think each of them left some marks on me, but I have to say that my roots are in them somewhere... I don't think so.

Ava later said that if people are like a seed, some people are lucky, because they grow wherever they are born; to the soil suitable for them.

Most of them can only be suppressed in the dark underground all their lives.The nutrients that the land can provide them are so poor, forcing sprouts will only make them exhausted prematurely, and then wither prematurely.These people were born without a hometown.

I don't know why, but when I heard Ava say these words, I suddenly thought of you and myself.At that moment, I realized that I actually have a hometown. My hometown is in Askia, which you have described to me.

But Liz, I've only recently realized that some things we used to take for granted may never have existed in this world.I have never wished that you were still with me like now, but I also understand that this is not a world you would like, Liz, this world does not deserve you.

Askia conceived you and brought you to me, telling me that there is another ideal land in this world besides the jungle.There, everyone is ashamed to bully the weak, and the weak do not need to be bullied because of their own lack of strength, because there is a group of lovely people there, who are always ready to use their blood and sweat to defend a peaceful order.

Under this order, everyone is interdependent, there is no oppression, no slaughter, everyone, every seed grows freely in the wind and in the soil...

Liz, does such a world really exist?
If so, I really want to go there.

can you wait for me there

I dreamed of you last night, I dreamed of you telling me what you saw and heard in the afterlife.Just like when we were in Wulian before, you and I complained about the strange behavior of some ghosts, and you were still as obsessed with work as before, handling every trivial matter at hand responsibly.

But Liz, I know, I know that there is no afterlife in this world. If all the dead souls could still roam the world, there would not be so many sinful people living in this world.You are gone, you have completely left me, but Roger is still alive in this world...

I can't write any more, Liz, I have some other work waiting for me tonight.

I hope you are well.

your painful friend
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(End of this chapter)