Why it never ends

Chapter 263 Writing
Sophie tried to get Hesta to reveal something, but no matter how much she asked, Hesta kept silent.

As dawn approached, there seemed to be some problems with the heating in the house. Alvira got up and went to find a blanket in the room. Only Hesta and Sophie were left in the room.

"Then what if you were to write this story?" Sophie thought for a while, "How would you write it?"

"How do I know... I'm not a novelist."

"Don't talk about the plot, what do you think a person's state should be like after that?"

Hesta leaned back on the chair and pondered for a moment. She clasped her hands and looked out the window, which was gradually turning towards the dark blue sky.

"Perhaps at the beginning, people will indeed feel pain about this," Hesta said softly, "because the success of revenge... often makes people realize another fact-if she didn't take action, then what she did The vengeance of the world may well pass unnoticed, because some criminals hide well enough that they would never have to pay for the crimes they committed."

Sophie thought about it.

"But this layer of pain, or horror, will soon be diluted by new joy."

"Because, after all, she made an action, and the retribution of this world became clear just because of her action. This is the honor she earned with sweat... No matter how bloody it is in the eyes of others, to her, this It’s a great comfort.”

Hesta's voice softened, as if with some uncertainty, "Maybe she will chew on this process repeatedly in the future, and maybe at some point, recalling the hardships of the process, she will still tremble. But after the completion of revenge, At that moment, she had obtained the greatest relief—all the old shackles had been broken by her own hands, and she would never seek forgiveness from anyone for this.

"That's when she was able to lie down, close her eyes, and really get a good night's sleep."

Hesta looked at the light and shadow on the ceiling.

"She was finally able to... move on."

The room was silent.

Hesta turned to look at Sophie, "If it were me, I would write like this."

Sophie didn't speak for a long time, she felt a little sore for no reason.Eureka's voice was very slow, and there was hardly any cadence, but through this level of calm narration, Sophie seemed to be able to feel a vast sea of ​​hearts.

Hesta looked at her, "...why are you crying?"

Sophie lowered her head and pressed her eyes, feeling embarrassed by her sudden sadness, she laughed abruptly, and after a while, she stroked her heart and adjusted her breathing: "...It would be great if you were also a novelist, I feel, I I seem to like the ending you said better."

Alvira returned to the room with two blankets in her arms, "Come on, you two put on—"

"I really have to go." Hesta stood up, took Alvira's blankets, and put them on Sophie's bed, "Thank you for the hospitality tonight."

"Wait—" Sophie reached for Hesta's sleeve, but her elbow accidentally knocked down a selection of Ernest's novels beside her hand. at Hesta's feet.

"It's this book again..." Hesta bent over to pick it up, and three old photos fell out of the slot on the back cover.

She leaned down again and found that they were the birth of a child, the [-]th day and the first birthday.

Date on first photo: 27/11/4615
Hesta glanced at Alvira's expression out of the corner of her eye—she opened her eyes wide, obviously not expecting that there would be photos in this book.

"November 11, isn't that the day before yesterday? Oh, now it's the day before yesterday." Hesta put the photo back on the back cover of the book, and handed the book to Alvira, "The Duke talked to us that morning. read the book and said he was impressed by the 'Indian camp' story in the book."

"Yes," Alvira's eyes were slightly red, she took the book, opened the title page, and gently stroked the words on it, "He also told me that we all had... the same experience."

Just as Hesta was about to say something, Sophie who was rummaging through things interrupted her, "Auntie, what about the things we prepared together during the day? I want to give her Eureka's share right now."

Alvira held her forehead and laughed, "It's in my room, let's talk about it tomorrow?"

Sophie was startled, her eyes dimmed in disappointment, she looked at Hesta: "It's really inconvenient to take it now, but wait until tomorrow, I have a gift for you tomorrow!"

Hesta didn't ask much, and after saying goodbye to the two, she backed out.

After saying hello to the mercury needle who was on duty downstairs, she returned to her room.

The body that stayed up all night seemed a little drunk, and Hesta felt a kind of sincere tiredness, but this feeling was so good, like a farmer who finished a day's work, with a certain kind of satisfaction and satisfaction.

Hesta stretched his waist and relaxed on the bed.

In a daze, she thought of Sophie's sentence "I seem to like the ending you said better", and couldn't help but smile.

Of course she is writing the ending of this story with her own hands, but not in the form of words.

Looking at the ceiling, Hesta raised his left hand, stretched his five fingers, and made a fist, repeating this.

The sky outside the window has slowly turned from dark blue to light, and the sun will rise soon.

……

It was almost noon when she woke up again, and Hesta felt hungry. After washing, she quickly went downstairs to find something to eat for herself.

The hall was a little deserted today, and Hesta caught sight of Roger's servant, who was anxiously telling Tanglar about an extremely bizarre incident.

Although his voice was very low, Hesta got a rough idea—his master should have arrived at Tan Yi's pier this morning, and they would take a small boat to the west coast of the third district, and from there Take the transoceanic ship to the first district.

However, there was no sign of Roger at the pier this morning. He went out suddenly last night without saying where he was going, and then disappeared for a whole day, and there is no news until now.The servant thought that if Roger hadn't left, he would have gone back to the manor to have lunch with everyone, so he came back to have a look...

Roger, however, is not here.

Tanglar's face was gloomy when he heard that, "...Did he open the case of wine that I delivered yesterday?"

The servant showed a confused look, "What kind of wine... oh, that box of wine, our adults put it together with the box of clothes, and it's all on the luggage cart right now."

"That means it hasn't been opened?" Tanglar grabbed the servant's hand, "Didn't he see the note I left on the wine box?"

"I see... But last night, my lord was in a hurry to go out, so he told me to put away the wine first—"

Tanglar patted the chair heavily, "Oh, I reminded him specifically!"

(End of this chapter)