Why it never ends

Chapter 89
Hesta understood this.

That's true, there is a gap in physical strength, and if you have a big belly, you will definitely not be able to beat it.

"No!" Liz tried to explain, "Generally—"

"It's not just that," Turan cut off Liz's words, "after the baby is born, your nightmare just begins—you have to wash and cook, work hard at home, get up early every morning to work, and take care of the child at night.

"When you get married, if your husband beats someone, maybe your brother will help you out after you are beaten, but when you give birth to a child, you will be completely from the husband's family. Brother is no longer yourself Your brother, but your husband's brother, if you dare to embarrass your husband outside, your brother will teach you a lesson together with your husband."

Li Ke blinked blankly, "Oh, I don't know, I don't have brothers... Who are you talking about, your sister?"

"Yes, my sister."

"Then I get it. The smartest women don't marry, the next smartest don't have children, and only 'good women' want to keep their eyes open and find a 'good man' to live with... Your sister is a' Nice lady', isn't she?"

Turan looked up at the ceiling.

They were all leaning on their chairs, and although no one was drinking here tonight, everyone had a relaxation similar to drunkenness.

"Yes, good woman." Turan murmured, as if talking to himself, "There are too many good women."

The conversation tonight surprised her. In the past, she didn't like Li Ke very much. She felt that she was lonely and weird. Not only was she never grateful for the help offered by others, but she also caused trouble for Liz several times.Looking at her now, she is surprisingly consistent with himself in some points of view.

The two talked about the lessons they had seen in the past. Liz had already walked around behind Hesta and covered Hesta's ears with her hands.

Hesta looked up at her, "Liz?"

"It's too late, go and rest." Liz felt helpless, "I'll clean up here tonight."

……

……

On the second Monday of October, Liz left the base together with some students who confirmed their job change this year and set off for the core city of the third district.

Liz officially changed her code name to: Donna.

She changed into a formal dress of mercury stitch: a black military uniform with lapels, a white dress shirt, a tie, and a long sword piercing pincers embroidered with thin wire on the collar on both sides.

Pinned to her left breast pocket was a name tag that read "Sergeant Donna" in beautiful cursive script.

There is also a black woolen cloak outside the uniform. The inside of the cloak is scarlet. Under the cloak, a large bowl of gauntlet sword is pinned to the waist. This sword has not been sharpened and is only used as an ornament. .

When walking, Liz put on a beautiful big-brimmed hat, her left hand was hidden under the cloak and pressed the hilt of the sword, her right hand swung normally, and the black high military boots under her feet made a crisp sound of trampling, and the cloak fluttered behind her, bringing A mix of red and black.

Liz remembers the first time she tried on the dress in her dorm room, and the other three exclaimed that the dress was so good that even she herself was amazed at the effect on the upper body.

It's a pity that the other members of 403 are in their respective training grounds at the moment and cannot come to see them off in person.

However, last night the four of them made a bunk in the living room and had their last bedtime chat.

It was a farewell party for four people. Counting the number of people, this year is Liz, next year is Turan, the year after that is Rico, and finally Jane.During this period, there may be new people staying in 403, living in Liz's room again, and replacing them one by one, like a ship of Theseus.

Before getting in the car, Liz looked back at the base where she had lived for nearly three years for the last time, and she suddenly felt sad.

Over the years, I don't know how many reserve mercury needles have come out of here, and she is also one of the unknown ones.

Now, a new road has been paved before her eyes. Although she doesn't know where this road will lead to, everything in the past warns her not to hesitate.

Don't hesitate, move forward...

go ahead.

……

……

next spring.

The days passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, only the last half month of Jane's 24-week special training was left.

This day was March 3. Jane Hesta, who had never had an absence record, asked for leave from the base and drove to St. Anne's Abbey to pay homage to her deceased.

On this day last year, Abbot Irma, who turned into a chelate, attacked her and Sister Gerding, and Boheng's whereabouts are still unknown—this may be a relatively euphemistic statement.

Before the "Indomitable News" incident was completely settled last year, the Tanyi City Government secretly destroyed all materials related to St. Anne's Monastery in order to conceal more information.

It also included a photo of Boheng.

In just one year, the appearance of this old friend has become somewhat blurred to Hesta. She can no longer accurately recall his appearance when she closes her eyes as before, but she occasionally sees him from the fourteenth district. Her male face, Boheng's voice and smile will still be like a ghost that suddenly emerges, rising from her mind, passing through, and then disappearing.

On the way from the base to the monastery, Hesta checked his e-mail on his phone.Except for a few letters from important recipients that will enter the inbox, she has automatically archived all other notification emails from the base. There is no need to open the email.

This method is the same as the daily short note, a skill taught by Ms. Chiba.

After roughly reading the base notices in the base for nearly [-] weeks, Hesta cut into her private inbox. She suddenly exclaimed, and the driver next to her glanced at her, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Hesta replied calmly.

Hesta held her breath, and for the past 22 weeks she has been almost completely disconnected from the outside world, whether it is a mobile phone or a computer, she has not touched it at all.High-intensity special training - poison gas tolerance, melee combat, fast-moving shooting, etc... took up almost all of her time and energy.

Until recently, one of the instructors told her that since she was the only participant in the entire special training, her training items were much less than others, like Liz and Turan who experienced 24 weeks of special training When training, it is also necessary to divide into classes, and use the team as the basic unit to carry out confrontation activities.

Despite having fewer projects than before, Hesta is still feeling exhausted, and the pace of life leaves little time for sadness or nostalgia.

Every night, she doesn't even have the strength to dream, she closes her eyes and falls asleep immediately, and after waking up, she devotes herself to the next training with full energy.

In just over five months, Liz wrote seventeen emails to her...

A total of seventeen letters.

After all, she writes almost every week.

Before Hesta had time to look at it, he immediately leaned his head up for a while.

It has been almost half a year since we parted ways with Liz and the others.

(End of this chapter)