Why it never ends

"benefactor?"

"Fortunately, I picked you up yesterday." Eleven also looked at the road ahead, and she proudly puffed up her chest. "If I hadn't picked you up, you would be a homeless person now. Being a homeless person is very pitiful... But it doesn't matter, as long as someone is willing to pick you up, you are not a homeless person."

Hearing this series of words, Hesta was a little confused, "What?"

"...You have to repay me! You have to thank me for picking you up yesterday, you know? Now you have to repay me even more!"

Eleven laughed loudly, even if Hess didn't understand, she didn't explain anymore.She ran round and round Hesta, talking a lot of nonsense, and didn't care if she was sweating profusely from the sun.

After walking for more than an hour, Hesta finally came near the Meijun Workstation.

She smelled some danger when she was two or three blocks away from the destination, and at a distance of less than 100 meters, she ran into two groups of patrol soldiers with live ammunition.

The soldiers marched in a group of five in a rectangular formation, with four occupying the four corners and one walking in the center. All of them held guns and looked serious.

When he reached the last street corner, Hesta found that the main road leading to the workstation had been blocked.And every exit of the workstation is guarded by soldiers—all male soldiers.

She looked forward and saw that the door of the Meijun workstation was tightly closed, and no one came in or out.

"Where are you going?" Eleven asked.

Hesta didn't answer immediately, but just led Eleven and turned the corner as if nothing had happened.

When the street returned to normal, Hesta looked sideways at the girl, "Hotel, you know? It's cheap."

"I know, but why do you want to stay in a hotel?" The little girl's voice suddenly became louder, "We can go back to live in yesterday's house, do you think it's not good enough?"

Hesta laughed, and she shook her finger at the girl confidently.

"Do you want...to eat?"

"You're not full again!?" Eleven was startled, "I gave you the whole bag of bread that I didn't open yesterday, why did you—"

"Bread, it's not good." Hesta waved his hand firmly, "Do you want to eat better food?"

"……how to eat?"

"Hotel." Hesta looked at her. "Look for a hotel."

……

Eleven led Hesta through the streets and alleys, and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated hotel.Eleven seems to be very familiar with the boss here. She communicated with the boss on behalf of Hesta, and even helped to pay back the price. The room rate is settled every day, which is quite cheap.

When Hesta signed, the boss propped his elbows on the table, and the corners of his mouth were upturned in some unknown way.

"Okay." Hesta pushed the register back.

"Where are you from? District [-]? District [-]? District [-]?" The boss switched languages ​​and tried with a strong accent.

"You can speak the dialect of the third district." Hesta raised his head in surprise.

"Hey, a little bit. In the early years, people here have gone to sea, and there are everyone on the boat. Many of my friends are from the third district." The man took two steps towards Hesta's direction, and he stared at Hesta's red hair intently. "If you encounter any difficulties, you can come and tell me. I can see what I can do to help."

"Thanks."

Hesta glanced at the number on the room card, picked up his suitcase and walked towards the stairs beside him.

Eleven walked a few steps behind Hesta, stopped suddenly halfway, and ran back to the counter.

"Hey, old man!"

The boss glanced at Eleven and ignored her.

Eleven was even more annoyed, "Don't think I don't know what you're planning, everything comes first, first come first, I found her first, don't try to intercept her!"

"...Oh, you haven't been beaten recently, have you? I'm the same age as me," the man narrowed his eyes mockingly, "Then I'll ask her later to see if she has already talked to you?"

Not far away, Hesta, who had already gone up to the second floor, found that the little tail behind her was missing. She leaned out half of her body, "Eleven?"

The girl took two steps back, and before she left, she did not forget to turn around and leave a cruel sentence: "...Anyway, if you dare to cut my beard, I will let my father break your leg!"

The boss lowered the corner of his mouth noncommittally, but still couldn't help laughing.

……

Walking in the aisle on the second floor, Eleven regretted bringing Hesta here, and she couldn't help but say, "You're wasting money... You haven't had a hard time before, have you? Let me tell you that the house we occupied last night is great—"

"Come." Hesta handed another room card to Eleven, "Take it."

"I don't want it! I have to go back tonight." Eleven was still a little annoyed, "If there is no fire in our place at night, someone else will take it again sooner or later!"

But Hesta's hand was still in mid-air.

Eleven reluctantly took the room card.

"Anyway, I agreed, I won't stay here at night, don't try to force me!"

The two entered the house, and Hesta glanced at the room—it was still clean.

Seeing that Eleven was about to jump on the bed, Hesta grabbed her by the back of the collar just in time.

"What are you doing?" Eleven fluttered in mid-air, "Don't ruin my clothes, let me down!"

Hesta carried Eleven to the bathroom, "Take a shower."

"You say me? I won't wash! Let go!"

Hesta let go, and she squatted at the door of the bathroom, blocking the little girl's way out.

"why?"

"I just want to ask why, what to wash, it will get dirty after washing!" Eleven was even more upset, "And I didn't—I mean, I kept all the clothes I changed at home, and I didn't bring them out at all! What should I wear after taking a shower?"

"Wash." Hesta repeated again. She grabbed Eleven's shoulders and continued to push him into the bathroom. "You, clothes, wash together."

"What the hell are you doing!"

"You don't want to eat?" Hesta tilted his head slightly, "Really, good stuff."

The little girl looked at Hesta suspiciously.

"...Are you going to take me to that kind of place," Eleven whispered, "That's the kind of place where you have to dress like a dog before you can eat?"

"uh-huh."

"My clothes are not clean anymore! If I wash them again, they will still be black!"

"Wash." Hesta still insisted.

Eleven doubtfully began to undress, while Hesta yawned, threw his suitcase on the bed, and then swooped down and buried his face in the pillow.

Eleven was barefoot, "...I'm taking a shower, so what are you doing?"

"I need to sleep a little longer."

Hesta closed her eyes and murmured softly.

……

In the evening, following Hesta's instructions, Eleven crossed the street.

After crossing the intersection, she couldn't help but look back at Hesta - Hesta was drinking coffee at an open-air round table by the street.

Looking at each other, Hesta raised the coffee cup to Eleven, as if saying "Come on".