Why it never ends

"Yes, it's me," Hesta replied frankly, "I wanted to go to the Vera Nursing Center on Eleven, why didn't she pick up any of them?"

The man laughed loudly, "We had a wrestling match yesterday, it was a big bet, all of us went out to watch the fun, no one stayed at home - if you came here during the day yesterday, you wouldn't even be able to find anyone .”

"Really." Hesta glanced at the man, "Who are you Eleven? Her brother?"

"Hahaha, yes."

"Then the lady in the yard is Shiyi's mother?"

"Yes." The young man pointed to his head, "But she has a problem here, so ignore her."

Hesta looked at the courtyard again, "What's the problem?"

The man didn't answer. He stood up and said, "Wait a moment. I'll get you a glass of hot water and we'll talk again."

Hesta watched the young man leave, then retracted his gaze, and looked at the old house that was not spacious.

From the moment she stepped into this poorly lit room, she could smell a musty smell.

A slight noise came from deeper in the house. Hesta followed the sound and looked behind the curtain in the innermost room - two naked little boys poked their heads out from behind the curtain.

They looked at the stranger who suddenly appeared at home, with disgust and fear in their eyes.

"Here, have something hot to drink."

The man who greeted Hesta before appeared again, with an extra coat on his body.He held a tea mug by Hesta's hand, and glanced at the suitcase beside her.

The man touched his nose, "What kind of commission is this? Can you tell me?"

"For the introducer." Hesta replied, "Eleventh introduced us to a very important client."

"This matter... I have heard of this matter. A few days ago, Mikhailo sent a message to my family, saying that he left a commission for Xiao Shiyi, but he said at the time that he only gave three thousand. , how can you bring this box... tens of thousands?"

The man's eyes turned from the suitcase to Hesta's face. Hesta saw him make a few swallowing movements before speaking in a low voice, "A bit... too much?"

"It's the first time I've met someone who thinks there's too much money," Hesta looked directly into the man's eyes, "but then again, sometimes it's okay to have too much money, and it's dangerous to ask too much."

The man laughed immediately, "I understand, I understand, you guys are doing big business, we inferior people don't deserve to hear what you're doing—hey, but, what if 11 doesn't come back today? You... just run for nothing a trip?"

"I can wait until evening." Hesta patted the ashes on his trousers blankly. "She is so young, where will she go if she doesn't go home at night?"

"Then you don't know our eleventh family. This little brat is wild and often doesn't come home at night—she didn't come back last night."

"You didn't look for it?"

"What to look for, we have long been used to it."

"She's a child running around outside, aren't you worried?"

"Our Little Eleven is a little bit capable..." The man grinned and picked up a cigarette, "She dares to throw face at others when she's unhappy, she runs out at every turn and doesn't come back for days and nights--I'm used to it Lord, you can't bear it if you control her, let her go."

"I can't make the decision about money anyway," Hesta looked at her watch, "Let's wait for now. If she doesn't come back, I'll ask Mr. Mihailo what to do."

"Actually, you can just transfer the money to us—"

"No," Hesta replied, "Mr. Mihailo has repeatedly emphasized that it must be handed over to Eleven himself, and no one else can take it on his behalf."

"Hey, what... does he mean?" The man scratched his head again, "Why don't I go to Vera Nursing Center and talk to him clearly—"

"It's useless, he's not in Mei County now." Hesta replied, "You won't see anyone even if you go."

The man was startled, "Not here? Where can he go now, the whole Mei County is sealed off!"

Just as Hesta was about to answer, he heard a knock on the door from the yard.

Both people in the room turned to look outside - a drunken old man had returned.

The young man felt bad and went out immediately. Hesta stood by the window and observed every move in the yard.

The bald middle-aged man staggered into the door and was about to slip. The woman who had been working in the yard immediately helped him up, but the handle of the hatchet pierced the old man's back , the old man screamed strangely, grabbed the woman's hair and slapped her twice on the spot.

The woman was furious and directly fought with the old man.The drunk man was no match. The woman quickly grabbed the sparse hair on his head. In the next moment, the old man's entire face was pressed hard into the mud.

The young man who ran out let out an exclamation and helped the drunk man up with a mutter.The woman sat on the ground, watching all this with cold eyes, and when she regained her breath a little, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, got up and went to the well to fetch a bucket of water, and wiped the man's face.

The scene looked so ordinary, as if it was just an ordinary wife helping her son to take care of her drunken husband.

Hesta was full of question marks, until the young man carried the drunk into the house, Hesta looked away and looked down at the phone - she heard the young man call the drunk "Dad" a few times.

There were some ravings from the back room, and the boy's yelling. With the young man's scolding, everything fell silent.

The sun had risen a little outside and reached Hesta's feet.About 10 minutes later, the man came out again.

"You're laughing," the man shrugged. "This is the situation at home, and there is nothing I can do about it."

Hesta agreed, her gaze still on the woman working in the yard.

"By the way, why does Mr. Mikhailo insist that you hand over the money to Eleven yourself?" The man sat on the corner of the table opposite Hesta, "Can you ask now, don't delay, this Is there really no room for flexibility?"

"The commission for the clients she introduced should be handed over to her. What's the problem with that?"

"The problem is that our family is in a special situation."

"How to say?"

"Strictly speaking, Shi Yi is not a serious member of our family at all. One winter, my dad went to Orange Town to do business, and someone threw her in the basket of the car. When my dad saw it, he saw that it was a girl, and he kindly picked her up. Come back and give her a mouthful of food, so she has grown up to this point - without our family, she would have died long ago, you know!"

Hesta narrowed his eyes slightly, "So, Eleven wasn't born to your family, she picked it up."

"That's right." The man said with a smile, "but sooner or later she will be part of our family. When she grows older, she will be my brother's wife. Isn't she still a family? So it's right to give her money to us. Money is her dowry."

Hesta raised his hand and scratched his cheek.

At this moment, she suddenly understood many things.