Why it never ends

Chapter 673 Farewell
"These words, I will convey to Mr. Mihailo later," Hesta put the suitcase on the table, "but please understand that I am the one who delivers the goods, and I don't care about anything else."

"Understood, of course I understand," the man patted his pants and stood up, "Then you wait here, I will continue to go out to find someone... She should be playing around here, let me see if I can find her."

Hesta nodded, and watched the young man trot away. As he crossed the yard, he said a few words to his mother, and then disappeared outside the fence without looking back.

Peace returned to the yard, with only the regular sound of chopping firewood remaining.Hesta stood up from the house. She opened the door and stood by the door, looking at the woman holding a hatchet.

The woman noticed the movement behind her and turned her head.

The eyes met, and the woman waved the hatchet in the direction of Hesta, making a threatening gesture.Hesta took a step back to the corner in cooperation, and squatted on the steps.

The woman stared at her for a while, and when Hesta made no move, she started chopping firewood again.Only this time she adjusted her direction so that Hesta's actions could be seen at any time.

The woman is broad but not strong.Every time she swung the hatchet, the fat under her arms shook violently.

Hesta looked at the corners of her mouth that were always sinking - the woman almost never smiled, and the wrinkles between her eyebrows and the ends of her eyes were extremely deep, as if she was always angry.

After a while, the woman got up and went to the bucket by the well, took two scoops of water to wash her hand, and at this moment Hesta saw the dark brown mark on her ankle. Prisoners who have worn shackles for many years in the prison-people who always wear shackles will inevitably have abrasions on their ankles, and after repeated inflammation and healing, the wounds will produce such pigmentation.

Hesta looked at the woman's face again. The woman had already picked up a handful of firewood and moved it to the firewood pile by the wall. Her walking posture was so clumsy, each foot stepped crookedly, but each foot was steady. Step on the ground.

After moving for a while, the woman sat down panting, wiped off her sweat and rested.

Hesta walked silently to her woodpile, picked up a bundle in one hand, and walked to the woodpile as well.

The woman noticed Hesta's movements, she didn't make a sound, but just looked at him coldly.

The two quickly finished stacking the firewood, and she carried the last handful into the kitchen. Smoke rose from the dim bungalow.

The boys who had been naked in the room earlier poked their heads out quickly smelling the scent, and they were screaming something that Hesta couldn't understand and didn't care.

After a long time, the woman came out with food and entered the main house. Hesta sat by the well and watched her go about her business. From the relationship between the women and the boys, Hesta realized that he might not be the only one with language barriers here, at least, the two boys couldn't understand what the women were saying either.

The woman spoke a special language, with a smacking sound that was not found in the Southern District [-] dialect.Whenever such a syllable appeared, the two boys burst into laughter and imitated it with winks.

As the boys started devouring their food, the woman sat behind them and watched.She kept chanting words, and moved the vegetable bowl to this child or that child from time to time... However, the children didn't look up at her, they just fought with each other to eat.

The woman turned back and looked at Hesta sitting in the courtyard.

Suddenly, Hesta saw a woman waving towards him, holding a small bowl in her hand, and making teasing clicks at herself.

This scene made Hesta feel very cordial—Eleven had urged her to eat like this in the broken house before.

Hesta smiled complicatedly, shook his head and refused.

The woman pursed her lips, put the bowl on the window sill, and whispered many words that no one listened to.

After a while, the children had finished eating, and the woman went out to wash the dishes in the yard. Hesta, who had been sitting by the well, got up and went to her.

Although the hostility in the woman's eyes became lighter, she was still very wary of Hesta's rash approach.

Hesta lowered her head and took out more than 1000 Robbies from her pocket—all the money she had cheated from Mikhailo earlier. After deducting the three mobile phones she bought, the balance was almost all here.

In front of the woman, Hesta placed the money on the wooden cover of the well, holding it down with the bricks beside it.

"You keep the money, I'll take the person away." Hesta whispered, "She won't come back again."

The woman stared at Hesta closely, her eyes regained hostility again, and a series of bubbling sounds came from the depths of her throat, like a warning from a wild beast before it got angry.

Hesta took a step back with her suitcase in hand. She lowered her head slightly toward the woman, and then left here briskly.

When he reached the end of the alley, Hesta stopped and turned his head.

The woman did not chase him out.

She took one last look down the alley and strode away.

……

A few days later, at dusk, Hesta and Shiyi were sitting in a small garden under the AHgAs affiliated hospital.Hesta put her right arm on the back of Eleven's wheelchair, tapped the screen with her left fingertips, and sent a message to Yujiali——Yu Xuekun is taking her outside to go through the formalities. Then you can set off to Songxueyuan, and then go to Orange Town.

"Jane!!" Eleven yelled violently, "What are you doing!! I've been calling you for a long time!!"

Hesta immediately looked up and put the phone into his pocket, "Huh?"

Eleven pursed her lips with an unhappy look on her face. She stared closely at Hesta's pocket where she kept her phone, "Who are you texting?"

Even though Eleven asked it several times, Hesta still couldn't understand the question.

"I don't want to blow the wind here anymore," Eleven turned his head to the side irritably, "Push me back!"

This time, Hesta understood a few key words, and quickly understood the meaning of Eleven. She stood up, grabbed Eleven's wheelchair, and started walking to the ward.

When approaching the barrier-free passage, Eleven suddenly stretched out her legs and knocked her toes against the wall. She immediately howled ghostly and screamed at an alarming volume, and tears fell down in a short while.

Eleven was crying and paying attention to Hesta's reaction—she neither leaned over to care like doctors and nurses, nor ordered herself to shut up like Yugali.Hesta stood by as if nothing had happened—the high-decibel crying did make Hesta frowned, but she quickly got used to it.

"You hurt me!" Eleven glared at Hesta, "Look, I'm even more hurt because of you!"

Hesta stood against the wall, she took out the translator, and after a while, the familiar synthetic girl spoke in an emotionless tone:
"You did it on purpose, I saw it."

(End of this chapter)