Why it never ends

Chapter 691
The two walked through the gate of the community, with Ding Jiali leading the way and Hesta following behind, listening to his introduction to the various public services in the community.When the two were about to arrive at their destination, Hesta caught a glimpse of many people surrounding the entrance of the building in the distance.

Those people looked up at the heights, and everyone's expressions were tense.

Someone was anxiously calling loudly on the edge of the crowd, but their speech was too fast. Hesta could only hear the sound but could not understand it.

Ding Jiali also felt strange.When he walked downstairs to his house and raised his head following the gazes of everyone, he finally understood what had happened and his whole body froze there.

"Mom——!" Ding Jiali's eyes widened, "What are you doing!?"

Hesta raised her head and saw a woman sitting at the window on the ninth floor. She had one leg stretched out and was arguing excitedly with the people in the room.

Ding Jiali's shout interrupted all the arguments. The woman on the window was obviously stunned for a moment, then lowered her head, and then she realized that the neighbors had gathered around her at some point.

Ding Jiali had already rushed into the corridor, and Hesta was following closely behind him. He eagerly pressed the elevator button, watched the numbers on the display slowly go down, and ran in as soon as the door opened.

The elevator quickly arrived at the ninth floor. There are two apartments in this building, so there is no need to remember the house number. You only need to remember to get off the elevator and turn left.

The door is open.

Hesta heard the intensive quarreling and crying. She dragged her luggage into the entrance hall and slowly approached the center of the dispute.That's the other end of the living room, and the woman just now is still sitting at the window.

A few steps away from her, Ding Jiali and an old man stood side by side. One of them was excited, the other was silent, but neither of them dared to approach rashly.

Hesta observed the duplex apartment structure for a while, then quietly went upstairs.

Two minutes later, Hesta fell from the sky and pushed the woman back into the house from the window.

……

Not long after, the police knocked on the door, and the old man went out to explain. After more than 20 minutes of processing, Ding Jiali took her mother into the room, and Hesta sat in the living room listening to the woman's cries.

The woman's cries gradually faded away, and the sun set outside.By the time Ding Jiali came out of the house, it was completely dark.

"I'm sorry...it's so late," he immediately took out his phone, "I'll order a takeaway..."

"Which room am I going to stay in?"

"Ah, this way... this way." He turned around at a loss and led Hesta through the living room to the door of a room, "Today... thank you very much."

"It's okay," Hesta dragged her luggage through the door, "Don't worry about it."

"The takeaway will arrive in a while and I'll leave it at your door."

"Well, thank you."

After closing the door, Hesta yawned sleepily. She ignored the luggage at her feet and wandered to the bed, then fell down on the bed.

After a while, she turned on the bedside lamp and looked at the closet not far away.

"Who?" Hesta stared at the closet door, "Come out."

There was silence all around.

Hesta sat up straight, "Three, two, -"

The cabinet door slowly opened a crack, and a young girl with disheveled hair poked her head out. She looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing pajamas, and a well-behaved expression.

Their eyes met, and both of them looked at each other curiously.

"Come out," Hesta said again.

"I can't get out," the girl replied, "my feet are numb."

Hesta didn't understand the second half of the sentence, but she had already somewhat guessed the identity of the young girl in front of her - this person should be the sister Ding Jiali mentioned.

After a moment of silence, the girl stood up on the ground. She slowly walked to the other side of the bed and lay down very familiarly.

She stretched herself out, then turned over, lying on her side and looking at Hesta, and asked in common language, "Are you the international student who is staying at our house this time?"

Hesta glanced sideways in surprise - the girl spoke the common language very well, even more fluently than Ding Jiali.

"Do you speak the common language?" the girl asked. "Um."

"Let me tell you," the girl smiled, "Where are you from?"

"The third district."

"Ah... District [-]," the girl immediately switched to the language of District [-], "Hello, stranger."

"Hello."

The girl let out a low laugh, "I can only say this... I was too young when I went to study in District [-], and I don't remember anything."

Hesta looked at her, "Have you been to the Third District?"

"Ah."

"Where have you been?"

"A lot of places... Lexia, Dumen, Tan Yi, I've visited all the places with big libraries." The girl replied, "What about you, where are you from District [-]?"

"I used to spend more time in Tan Yi."

"Then maybe we have met before." The girl looked at her, "Do you think it is possible?"

Hesta looked away, "Why have you been hiding in the closet?"

"This used to be my room."

The two were silent for a while.

The girl sat up and said, "Do you want to try it?"

"try what?"

"Come and sit in my closet." The girl got out of bed and opened the closet door, "But there can only be room for one person in there."

"No," Hesta replied, "Thank you."

The girl shrugged, "It's okay. I went into the closet when they were arguing. There are a lot of blankets under here. It's very warm to lean against. You can try it later...if you need it."

"What's your name?"

"Ding Yuqing." The girl replied, "It's easy to remember. It rained, and then it became sunny."

Hesta nodded.

After another moment, Hesta pointed to the closet, "Have you been staying in there since your parents had a fight in the afternoon?"

The girl hummed.

"But your mother, your mother this afternoon..." Hesta paused for a breath, "Aren't you worried?"

"She can't dance," the girl laughed. "That's just the way she is. This kind of thing happens two or three times a month. You get used to it after you stay there for a long time."

"It's always been like this?"

"No. Sometimes she yells at home, sometimes she scolds us in the corridor, and last month she even stabbed herself with a knife. There are many tricks. She just wants others to listen to her. You should ignore her. She'll get better on her own after a while, and if you ignore her, she'll know it works, and she'll get more and more upset."

Hesta frowned slightly, "...really?"

"I have told them many times, but my dad and my brother don't listen to me," the girl said, "Then what can I do? I have no money and I can't move out. "

"Do you know why there was a fuss this afternoon?"

"It's a trivial matter," the girl said. "There's nothing to say."

"Tell me about it?" Hesta looked at her, "I want to hear it."

(End of this chapter)