Why it never ends

Chapter 693 Encounter
"Okay." Yu Xuekun smiled slightly and pushed a document bag to Hesta's hand. "You can take a look at these documents and the class schedule."

Hesta put down the porcelain spoon in her hand and first checked the class schedule - today was the first official day of class, but she still didn't know which department she was going to.

"Literary Society Category?" Hesta looked at the common language mark on the class schedule, "What are you studying?"

"Economics, sociology, political science, etc., the specific major will only be determined in the second semester. In the last semester, all students received a unified general education."

"Come to the Polytechnic University to study humanities and social sciences?"

"Don't worry about these details," Yu Xuekun looked at her, "These classes shouldn't be too painful for you. After all, most of the textbooks here are written in common language. If you don't understand in class, just go back and learn by yourself. Read slowly."

"Heh, my first class is at 8:30..." Hesta stood up and glanced at her watch, "There are only 10 minutes left. I'm leaving first."

"Bye." Yu Xuekun smiled and waved to Hesta, "Don't forget to make time this Wednesday afternoon to talk to me about your week."

"Where are we going to talk?"

"Look at the document." Yu Xuekun pointed to the document bag in Hesta's arms, "All the information is written in it."

"Okay, thank you." Hesta held the plate in one hand and stepped back, "See you later."

……

a terrible day.

On this day, Hesta could barely support himself to finish the whole day of classes, but as the first class of various introductory classes, the three teachers did not make much use of the textbooks.They basically introduced the general content of the subject, learning methods, assignments and assessment forms.

If Herstad can still understand about 30% of the content in daily conversations, then her understandable content in the classroom is probably only 3%, or even less.

Once you can't understand what the people on the stage are saying, your sleepiness becomes overwhelming.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, as soon as the last class of the day ended, Hesta fell unconscious on the table.

Near five o'clock, she woke up from her desk and found many unfamiliar faces scattered around - there was another big class from 5:00 to 6:40 in this classroom, and the teacher was already standing with a teapot. At the edge of the podium.

Hesta realized something was wrong, immediately picked up her schoolbag and walked out, almost leaving the classroom at the bell.

The corridors of Wenhui Building became empty again. The students had either finished class and gone to the cafeteria, or had started their evening classes in a certain classroom. Only Hesta was wandering in the corridors.

She yawned repeatedly and felt a little depressed.

Looking back on today, she neither made any new friends nor understood what the teachers said on the podium. The only gain was that she wrote down several email and office addresses - she planned to write emails one by one tonight to explain the situation. Ask several teachers for an outline of today's lesson.

All the daily classes were over, but Hesta did not want to go back to rest. She wandered aimlessly in Wenhui Building, slowly walking from the third floor to the fifth floor. She leaned on the window sill at the end of the corridor and looked out. Go, the sky is getting dark, the street lights and distant buildings are all lit up, a few pigeons in the distance are fighting on the flat roof of a low building, I don’t know what they are fighting for.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of the piano.Like the previous violin, the sound of the piano also came from upstairs, but the strange thing is that it is still class time. Normally, the administrator of Wenhui Building cannot arrange the mobile classroom to any club at this time.

To be fair, the piano playing this evening is not very catchy, at least it does not carry as strong and surging emotions as the previous violin sound... The melody played by the player is very simple, with the left and right hands overlapping and repeating, and constantly moving forward. The touch of keys is always gentle.

As the movement enters the theme, the playing speed gradually speeds up, but the emotion does not become exciting. The falling keys remind people of clocks, raindrops, and the broken ice on the river on a cold winter night, and it seems like they are walking on a road with no end in sight. An endless race on the road.

The road stretches infinitely, and the runner cannot turn back. All time, life, and all the once bright eyes and smiles...are constantly turning into gravel and dissipating in the air.

Everything is disappearing, everything is decaying, everything is about to be lost bit by bit.

When the piano dropped the last note, Hesta also stopped. Unknowingly, she had arrived at the door of a classroom upstairs with the door sign of "Sketch Room"... It's strange, the sound of the piano, why It came from the sketching classroom.

After a moment's pause, the piano sounded again and entered the next movement.

Hesta retreated to the window and looked in. There was a young man wearing a white silk shirt sitting in front of the piano. His eyes were slightly lowered, and his arms were waving above the keys, sometimes coming together and sometimes separating.

Hesta leaned against the window, looking at the afterglow outside the corridor. There was still the last bit of bloody light on the skyline, and the dark silhouettes of birds flew across the sky, like a stretched slow motion.At this moment, Hesta suddenly felt a heartfelt lightness. All the pictures disappeared from her mind, and everything became distant. She stared at a little cloud on the horizon, and looked at the golden edge drawn by the last sunset from the edge of the clouds. disappear.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano whirled, completely getting rid of the previous melody, becoming bright, soft, and a little more sweet.This sudden change made Hesta fall back to the ground from her trance. She inadvertently looked into the window again, but happened to meet the performer's eyes.

A familiar sense of crisis suddenly emerged - it was a pair of gray-blue eyes.

At the port where she set foot on the Ascension, she had felt a pair of gray-blue eyes staring in the dark several times. Although she later realized that those eyes came from Anna's beloved cat Myshkin, this feeling was really unpleasant.

There was hostility in Hesta's eyes, but surprisingly, the performer's expression did not change.

He was still looking at Hesta as if there was no one where she was standing.

Hesta opened the door slowly and silently, and sneaked into the unlit classroom like a ghost.

The sketch room is very large, with dusty flower stands and round stools everywhere. The walls and floor are splattered with mottled white paint spots, and layers of cobwebs cover the corners. This sketch room has been there for a long time. No one left.

Even though Hestad had moved closer to the player's field of vision, his music continued.

Hesta had walked directly opposite the piano, staring at him with an indifferent expression. Her gray-blue eyes were still looking out the window, unchanged, as if she was unaware of everything.

She bowed slightly and looked into the suspicious blue eyes.

Suddenly, Hestad found an acrylic triangle standing on the piano, which said in common language: Presented to the Visually Impaired Performance Association of the [-]th District Polytechnic University. May we still have the most beautiful things in the world.

(End of this chapter)