Why it never ends

Yugali bumped Hesta's arm, "There's a kid over there calling you."

Hesta then turned around.

The girl had already grabbed the handlebar in front of the seat and reluctantly stood up: "You - want to come and sit in my seat?"

Yugali reacted, "...Ah, she is giving up her seat to you."

Hesta was stunned for a moment, and then quickly began to formulate words, "Well...I, no need."

The girl was so embarrassed that she neither continued to stand up nor sat down again, so she could only sit there and half stand, looking at Hesta with a pleading look.

The two were in a stalemate for five or six seconds, but Hestad still walked to her side, so the girl made way and Hestad sat down.

There was another sudden stop, and the little girl almost lost her grip. Hesta grabbed her shoulders suddenly and barely stabilized herself.

"……Are you ok?"

The girl glanced at Hesta gratefully and said, "It's okay."

Hesta was still a little confused. She patted the chair, "Or...you sit?"

"No, no, no," the little girl held the handrail in front of her with both hands, "the teacher said, you have to give up your seat to the disabled outside!"

……

The next few days were calm.

The dormitory buildings near Building 29 West are gradually becoming lively. New students are constantly moving into this new dormitory area. During the day, there is an endless stream of parents sending their children to school. At night, the dormitory buildings no longer only have a few windows with lights on.

At the end of August, off-campus language training continued, but Hestad was unable to continue registering—from the moment her status officially changed to that of a freshman at the Polytechnic University, she was automatically ineligible to continue classes at the career center.

She went to the school's language center several times, and everyone from the front desk to the teachers gave several reasons to refuse to let her attend.Seeing that his time became more free as the start of school approached, Hesta felt vaguely ridiculous and a little funny.

Friends outside school are still sharing course materials and exercises with her, and Ms. Olga even made photocopies of her own notes.Hesta took these materials and went to Wenhui Building every day to study.The corridor that was once used as a coffee break point has now been relocated with two rows of tables and chairs. Many sophomores and juniors study here - after all, it is closer to the classroom.

Hesta always occupied the first row position early. The view here was much wider than that in the back row. Through the row of mirrors on the first floor, Hesta could see almost every pedestrian entering and exiting Wenhui Building.However, even so, she could not meet Ksenia or Teacher Chen again for several days.

It is not difficult to find these two people. She only needs to find out where Teacher Chen's office is first, and the clues will appear naturally... But that seems meaningless.She didn't know what to say when they met after trying so hard to find someone.

In contrast, Hesta would rather meet them by chance at noon or evening, and then ask them what they plan to eat for lunch or dinner.

However, although these imaginary encounters did not happen, Hesta was not without gains.Since she always left Wenhui Building last, several times she accidentally ran into a violin performance.She didn't know who the performer was, but the music came from outside the window, probably on the upper floor of Wenhui Building.Each time the piano sounded just before ten o'clock. Sometimes it only sounded for a few phrases and then stopped. The longest one lasted for 10 minutes.

Although Hestad had no musical attainments, the strong emotions contained in the violin still touched her.Every time, along with the crescendo of chords, she could feel a suppressed excitement, a disharmonious sense of struggle, solemn, gentle, and occasionally dull.

Only once did the violin play a scherzo that Hestad had heard, but the originally cheerful phrases seemed a bit violent in the hands of the player. The bow fell on the strings like a slap, and whistles appeared frequently in the chords.

It is not surprising that such music would appear in Wenhui Building. A few mornings ago, Hesta also encountered some members of the literary club who came in costumes. They were gorgeous in clothes but inconvenient to move, and they carried various props. , someone was running back and forth, not knowing what they were doing, and they looked really embarrassed.

At that time, Hesta listened carefully and probably understood some details. They seemed to have arrived early to rehearse a play.

The third to fifth floors of Wenhui Building are classrooms, and the sixth to ninth floors are the offices of various departments. There are two floors of activity rooms above, including two lecture theaters and a small auditorium, so clubs often come here. Activity
To Hesta, everything here seemed strange and novel. She stretched out her tentacles around enthusiastically and observed everything around her - in fact, the novel experience was far more than that.

As she walked around campus these days, people would often come up to her and ask her if she needed help, especially when she was standing in front of a map or lost in thought alone.

One evening, when Hesta returned to Wenhui Building after dinner, she stopped in front of the row of mirrors on the first floor.

It was very quiet, and Hesta looked at herself in the mirror.

Even though she stood still and didn't move, when the evening wind blew, the empty sleeve under her right arm immediately began to swing.She suddenly realized that it was quite obvious that she was missing an arm.

It was also at that time that a voice came from the second floor, "Hey, do you need help with anything?"

Hesta raised her head and saw a girl wearing a long black suit standing by the fence on the second floor - she looked familiar to her. It seemed that this person often came to this place to study in the past few days, and just sat there regularly. The rear corner position.

Hesta shook her head, "No, thanks."

The girl smiled and returned to her seat.

When they returned to the second floor, Hesta took the initiative to say hello. She asked the other person's name, and the other person wrote the words "Lin Jiao" in her notebook.

The girl named Lin Jiao was obviously very surprised that the Hesta in front of her could not speak the Southern District [-] language. The two chatted about their hometowns, and then Lin Jiao began to teach Hesta how to use the Southern District [-] language. Write your name in Chinese.

At around eight o'clock, the elevator bell rang, and six girls got off the elevator. They stood at the top of the stairs and called Lin Jiao's name from a distance. Lin Jiao immediately started to pack his things, and then said goodbye to Hesta.

"Goodbye, let's talk next time!"

Hesta waved her hand on the spot and returned to her seat. Facing the silent corridor in front of her, she suddenly felt that it was a bit lonely to study alone.

That night, Hestad stayed in Wenhui Building until nine forty in the evening. The last batch of students had almost left the get out of class, but Wenhui Building was still brightly lit.