Why it never ends

"How was your week?" Hesta quickly typed this line and sent it.

"This week isn't over yet, haha."

After a while, Yugali sent another message:

"I resubmitted my resume to the job center today, and now I'm mainly waiting for news... How about you, is everything going well?"

Hesta stared at the screen and sat at the table. She carefully thought about the content of the next reply and repeatedly deleted her words.

"I'm also waiting for news. No matter it's the supervision team or the principal's mailbox, no one from either side has come to me yet... By the way, I have tried a menstrual cup in the past few days."

"How does it feel? Can you get used to it?"

"I can't really do it, it hurts a lot. The first time I put it in, I tried five or six times before I succeeded. I tried several stacking methods, but they were all difficult and I couldn't feel the moment of expansion inside my body... put it in. It was already torture enough, but I didn’t expect it to be even more painful when it was taken out, as if the whole internal organs were being pulled out along with it.”

"Ah... that's 'vacuum pain'. When you pull the menstrual cup out, you can't pull it hard. Your body has to use a force along with it so that you can slowly push it out. I didn't find it until this month. A little tip, the first two months are also very embarrassing...if it’s really difficult, forget it!”

"I'll try it again next month," Hestad quickly replied, "but after putting it away, this cup really feels nothing. It's as comfortable as a tampon."

Eucalyptus replied with a smiley face.

Hesta's throat moved slightly, thinking about what else to talk to Yugali next, but by the time she thought of the next topic, 15 minutes had passed.

Hesta looked at the smiling face on the screen and slowly lay down on the table.

...This chat has gone cold.

She opened her notebook and wrote down the topic that just came to her mind—maybe she could save it for tomorrow.

Near twelve o'clock, Hesta heard a sound coming from the living room. She opened the bedroom door and looked out, and saw Xu Ruyi putting on a raincoat at the entrance. A brightly colored lunch box was placed on the wooden shelf next to the shoe cabinet.

When their eyes met, Xu Ruyi laughed first, "Are you still awake?"

"It's time to go to bed," Hesta replied. "Where are you going so late?"

"Miao Miao is sick. I don't know what's going on... I'm going to the hospital to have a look." Xu Ruyi said warmly, "It's okay. You should rest quickly. We still have classes tomorrow morning, right?"

"Do you need help?"

"No, no, no, I called a taxi." Xu Ruyi grabbed the lunch box next to her and looked at Ye Yu outside the window, "...Yangyang is still alone in the hospital, I have to get there quickly."...

At the other end of the night, Yugali completed today's work: an old man who lived downstairs from her asked her to translate a document. The old man came from the North [-]th District and did not understand either the lingua franca or the South [-]th District. Yu, I came to Orange Town purely to help my daughter take care of the children.

All documents need to be notarized in the end, but the translation service provided by the Orange Town Notary Office is very expensive. A document, regardless of the amount of material, costs [-] ropes.For this reason, the old man found a listed lawyer. The lawyer did not provide translation services, but the old man could hand over his translations and have them stamped by him - he only charged [-] robi.

Finally, the old man gave Eucalyptus twelve robes. Eucalyptus worked all night and went downstairs to deliver the materials to the old man before twelve o'clock.

The person who opened the door was a slightly haggard middle-aged man. Judging from his appearance, he must be the old man's daughter. For some reason, she became wary when she saw Eucalyptus's red hair.After hearing Yugali's explanation of his purpose, she almost roughly snatched the file bag from Yugali's hand. Without saying a word, she found twelve robs of change from her pocket and patted it into Yugali's hand. Finally, "Bang - -" The door slammed shut with a bang.

Yugali's "Thank you" was still stuck in his throat before he could say it, when he heard a woman's sharp scolding coming from behind the door, followed by the old man's dull low defense.

Yugali stood at the door with the money in his hands, feeling that he had been insulted belatedly.It felt like a silent slap in the face. The person had moved away and she still didn't know why she was being slapped.

She patiently returned to her room and began to rearrange her plans for tomorrow.

Hesta will come back on Sunday, so she needs to take time to prepare from tomorrow - not only meals, but she especially hopes to create a visible change in the home through some ingenuity.This change is an important evidence. Every visitor who comes here will clearly see from these detailed changes that her life is prosperous, and feel that the people who live here love life so much and know how to live.

Yugali cheered up, spent more than an hour remaking the menu, and started making a shopping list for the market the day after tomorrow.

It was already two o'clock in the morning after all this work. Yugali tiredly opened the new diary he bought two months ago and began to write down the little things that happened today.

She wrote about Twelve Robbie's windfall, her resume and her expectations for the future, but she didn't mention a word about the inexplicable rudeness she encountered tonight - in fact, all these two She didn't write anything in her diary that made her sad in the past month.

She hoped that time would bring forgetfulness. Perhaps many years later, she would be like all old ladies with bad memories, only remembering some major life events and having no memory of the daily details of those early years.

At that time, when she reopens this diary as an old woman, she will be surprised to find that her life when she was young was so beautiful... This unreal and distant happiness is what she is giving to her future self at this moment. Gift.

Yugali lay on the table and drew a smiling face on the last line of the diary, but then a few tears fell, blurring the new ink on the smiling face.

The night rain outside the window was pattering, and the warm yellow living room under the lamp looked particularly warm and peaceful.Eucalyptus looked up at the newly made dried flowers. Their hanging beauty decorated the original blank wall.

This hut, which was uninhabited not long ago, has now taken on a different look under its own decoration.

A livable city, a small house... isn't this the life I have longed for?Why did she feel a strong sense of luck when it came, as if everything in front of her was a dream and would be lost in the blink of an eye.

Yujiali thought of his friends in Jiaozhi Mountain and several sisters in his family who had left and married far away. His current life seemed to be filled with some kind of sin.She realizes that she must always stay awake and self-flagellate. Only by making this pain almost equivalent to her happiness can she barely maintain her balance and continue to move forward in this tightrope-like life.