Why it never ends

At this moment, there was a person standing in the wind, reciting something solemnly. Although Hesta could not understand a word, the firelight illuminated the person's face, reflecting her expression so vividly. Everyone stood up in turn, catching the wind and catching fire, chanting long and short sentences at high or low levels.

Hesta did not ask the meaning of those words, because she saw that everyone around her was immersed in this solemn atmosphere, and she did not want to disturb anyone's sacred moment.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd moved. Hesta was immediately aware of the change. She turned her head and looked at Han Shan, who was whispering to Lin Jiao not far away.

After saying something to Hanshan, Lin Jiao shook his head. At this moment, Lin Jiao's eyes happened to meet Hesta's, and she immediately waved to Hesta. All this happened so fast that Xiang Hanshan had no time to stop it. Hesta over there had already stood up and walked over.

"Can you accompany Hanshan to the toilet?" Lin Jiao said, "It's too dark and she doesn't dare to go alone."

"...It's not that I don't dare to go!" Xiang Hanshan lowered his voice deliberately and said urgently, "I just don't remember where the toilet is!"

"Yeah," Lin Jiao nodded, then looked at Hesta, "Do you know where the toilet is?"

"I know." Hesta stood up again, "Let's go."

Xiang Hanshan's face changed slightly, but he still left with Hesta with a calm mouth.

The two of them crossed the path between the bungalows and walked quickly towards the edge of the farm at the other end. Along the way, Hesta walked as fast as flying, looking left and right at Hanshan behind her to confirm her direction.

"What are you looking at?" Hesta stopped, "This way."

"...Do you know the way?"

"I know," Hesta replied, "I went there once during the day."

Xiang Hanshan frowned, "You have a pretty good sense of direction."

"Basic skills."

The two stopped talking, and Hesta quickly led Xiang Hanshan to a dilapidated wooden house. Amidst the strong smell, Xiang Hanshan's brows almost turned into knots. She glanced at Hesta and handed her a small flashlight, "Can you hold it for me?"

Hesta took it.

After a rustling sound, Xiang Hanshan suddenly said, "Last time... I mean that time you brought your friends to the event -"

"Are you sure you want to chat in a place like this?"

"If you don't want to talk, then don't talk." Xiang Hanshan replied angrily.

Hesta laughed twice, "What happened last time?"

"I want to tell you... I shouldn't have done that at the time," Xiang Hanshan whispered, "I shouldn't have been so harsh to her -"

"You should tell her this in person," Hesta interrupted, "As for me, you disrespected the friends I brought with me, which means you are humiliating me in public - this is where you should apologize."

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have done that that day." Xiang Hanshan said, "I didn't respect your friends, and I didn't respect you. Can you give me her phone number? I'll contact her and say sorry in person."

"Okay, I forgive you," Hesta replied, "When I go back and ask her if she is willing to give you her number, I will reply to you again."

Hesta turned around, "But why were you suddenly so mean that day?"

Xiang Hanshan snorted coldly, "Do you think I'm the only one who should apologize? Lin Jiao is the one who should apologize the most. She shouldn't allow you to bring a friend like that over -"

"'That one'," Hestad paused, "May I ask what it is."

"That kind of pampered rich daughter is not suitable to join our team. In addition to lowering the standards of the entire society, such people will not get along with us," Xiang Hanshan said softly, "Instead of looking at each other in disgust, why not Let me be the bad guy, so that the poetry club can maintain its avant-garde nature and avoid giving her some wrong expectations."

"So you are still doing good things," Hesta laughed, "Then you'd better not ask for her phone number, I won't give it to you."

"...Whatever you want." Xiang Hanshan walked out, "I have already apologized to you, and you have accepted it. Remember to talk to Lin Jiao later."

"Did Lin Jiao force you to come?"

"I sincerely want to apologize to you." Xiang Hanshan glared at her and said the words "sincerely" through gritted teeth, "Don't talk nonsense in front of her."

Hesta looked at her and smiled, "...I can definitely see that." Xiang Hanshan didn't understand why, but Hesta's understatement made her even more annoyed, "Anyway, I'm older than you. Sorry, please be more respectful!"

The two came to a rusty faucet nearby. Xiang Hanshan awkwardly turned on the faucet. The cold water splashed all over her body. She hurriedly turned it on and lowered her head to pat the water on her body. In this gap, with a slight metal impact, Hesta saw something hit the edge of the pool and fell into the grass at the foot of Xianghan Mountain. Xiang Hanshan lowered his head to pick it up, but hit his forehead on the pool table.

Hesta picked up the key, "...are you okay?"

"Very good." Xiang Hanshan endured the pain and replied, "I want to ask you a question."

"Ok?"

"What do you think of Lin Jiao?"

"Great."

"Do you think you and she are friends?"

"I don't know," Hesta replied, "It doesn't seem like it's something I can decide unilaterally."

"Then let me ask this, if you meet again one day after a few years, can you immediately remember who she is?"

"Yes, you will be impressed."

Xiang Hanshan let out a sigh.

"What are you laughing at?" Hesta asked.

"Do you still remember the topics we talked about when we first met?" Xiang Hanshan said a little lonely, "Some people do take the protagonist's script... There is never anything she wants to do that she can't do."

"Why not," Hesta said, "She wants you to apologize to me sincerely, but you can't do that?"

Xiang Hanshan glanced quickly at Hesta.

"I also have a question for you," Hesta said. "What are you reading when you are around the campfire?"

"Poetry." Xiang Hanshan replied, "On the way here on Friday night, we assigned a continuation homework and left a beginning for everyone. We agreed that everyone would read their own works on Sunday night."

"What kind of beginning?"

"'I am Virginia who has overcome the thorns and never collapsed. I am Scarlett Hao who clenched her fists and lived in a high place.'" Xiang Hanshan said softly, "Well, this is it. You can continue to write, whatever the length is. No limit.”

"Who are these two people?" Hesta asked.

"Hey," Xiang Hanshan shook his head, "Go back first, I will explain to you slowly..."

……

Late at night, Hestad sat at the end of the farmhouse's main bunk with a blanket, writing in his diary. Since the pen she carried with her didn't produce water, she borrowed half a pencil tip.

An incandescent lamp suspended by wires hung above her head. The light shone straight down, casting a short shadow on the tip of her pen that was constantly shaking.

On this approaching winter night, she stopped writing from time to time, lowered her eyes, and exhaled a puff of white air:

Yesterday I was Virginia who crossed the thorns in collapse

I am Scarlett Hao who clenches her fists and lives in a high place.

I am a steel cage hanging under the white moon window

Imprisoned in a golden age

Today I am the river, I am the land

I am a lighthouse, a white ship

I am a thousand silver needles falling from the sky

Stab every eternal night where the stars roar