Why it never ends

Chapter 99
22 / 09 / 4631
Valenti tapped the mechanical keys of the typewriter and typed today's date on the upper left corner of a blank sheet of paper.

She sits alone at the desk in her work room at home, concentrating on recording the just-concluded consultations—starting from this summer, she has applied for a 9-month leave from the base, and most of the consultations she is responsible for are done offline. Talk turned to online communication.

She moved out of Tanyi and came to Niah Province in the south of Tanyi with her husband who had been married for two years.

Nigeria is a very special province. Most residents who migrate from the wilderness to the third district through legal means need to live in Nigeria for three years. If the immigrants have no criminal record during these three years, they also have one or With a variety of life-support skills, they can officially obtain the third district residence permit.

Valenti's purpose of coming here is very clear - because most of the people living here are from the wasteland of the third district, so only in this place, she can really see the specific life of the wasteland residents who have not been destroyed by the chelate.

This may help her understand more deeply and truly the reserve soldiers who were rescued back to the base.

"Honey, honey—" Her husband Virgil's voice came from the kitchen, and Valenti was unmoved, still staring intently at the work at hand, until the voice became anxious "Valenti, Valenti! Come and help me!", she got up and walked quickly to the kitchen.

"What's wrong--"

As soon as Valenti asked the question, she already understood what had happened—the hook they stuck on the kitchen tiles fell off, and Virgil, who was cooking, quickly grabbed the iron spoon and wooden spatula that fell , holding a kitchen knife in his other hand, he was holding the soup pot that had been knocked several inches away from the stove in an extremely awkward posture.

Valenti let out an exclamation, and quickly stepped forward to take the wooden spoon in Virgil's hand. The soup in the soup pot had already splashed everywhere, making a mess of the whole stove. Virgil turned off the fire, put the pot on the Went to the nearby table.

Valenti laughed out loud, "...what are you doing?"

"The kitchen here is too small! It's impossible to turn around," Virgil wiped his hands on the apron with some annoyance, "Every time he knocks over this or that—" He looked up at his wife, "No Sorry to interrupt your work again... what time is it?"

"Eleven forty-four." Valenti glanced at the clock, "What time are you leaving this afternoon?"

"I'm not in a hurry, I'll leave at two o'clock. The boss has a meeting in the afternoon, so he can't keep an eye on me." Virgil began to wash the rag, and bent to clean up the stove. "Didn't that student of yours say to arrive at twelve o'clock today? Don't pick her up at the street corner? It's hard to find this place."

"No, if she can't find a place, she will call me, we just wait."

As she said that, Varun walked leisurely to the soup her husband had just cooked. She supported the table with one hand and tasted the saltiness with a spoon in the other.

Virgil, who was racing against time to chop celery, glanced at his wife.

"Is it okay?"

Valenti raised her thumbs up generously, "Excellent!"

"Mrs. Viking! Mr. Wood!" came the bell and shout of the postman's bicycle from downstairs, "There is your letter!"

Virgil neatly put the freshly chopped celery on the kitchen knife, just waiting to sprinkle them into the pot before the meal.

He took off his apron and washed his hands briefly in front of the sink, "Go ahead, Valenti, there's nothing else to do here, I'll go downstairs and get the letter, remember to open the door for me later."

"Ah."

The two kissed each other lightly, like butterflies.

Virgil left the kitchen, walked through the living room, and walked down a narrow and dark wooden staircase outside the house. Fortunately, the building they lived in had only two floors, and the stairs that only allowed one person to pass were cramped, making people feel uncomfortable. Every step he took, the creaking noise between the planks made him uncomfortable.

However, the height of each floor of the stairs here is not uniform, so he has to look at his feet very intently, even a moment of distraction can easily cause him to sprain his feet or fall.

Virgil held his breath. On the last floor of the stairs, he saw a pair of black boots stained with mud right in front of him—a person happened to be standing at the entrance of the stairs.

His gaze moved up a little bit. This person was wearing a large black cloak with a suit inside. She was holding a brown suitcase in her left hand, and her right hand was hidden under the cloak, as if hanging by her side.

For a moment when the four eyes met, Virgil saw clearly that it was a young woman. She had black hair, black eyes, and an indifferent expression. This short look at each other made Virgil feel cold for no reason, and even shuddered. Instinct made him look away quickly.

This feeling is like passing by a snowy winter suddenly.

The young woman took a step back to the side, giving way to the outside.

"Thank you," Virgil said softly.

After Virgil passed the stairs, the young woman walked up the creaking stairs. Virgil glanced up with some concern—the clothes on this man seemed to be the gown of the mercury needle.

Virgil moved his shoulders, and he took a deep breath as he walked out, so that he could quickly return to normal. The uncle postman was waiting for him on the street outside, and he waved to him when he saw him from a distance.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wood!"

"Hello!" Virgil nodded towards the postman, "Excuse me, where is our letter?"

The postman directly took out a stack of paper products of different sizes from the bag, including cardboard postcards and official letters sealed in long white envelopes, most of which belonged to Valenti Viking—that was her Greetings from colleagues who are traveling the world.

"Not only the letter, but also a package!"

"Oh, so much!" Virgil took, "Thank you."

He took the postman's ballpoint pen and signed a form for himself and Valenti.

"Is there a visitor at your house today?" the postman asked.

"Well, a former student of Valenti's." Virgil replied.

The moment he finished signing and raised his head, Virgil suddenly felt cramped. He looked sideways at the streets on both sides, only to realize that everyone on this half of the street was looking at him—every old man who came out to sit and chat in the afternoon , all silently listening to his conversation with the postman.

"No wonder!" the postman sighed loudly, "I think she looks like a needle of mercury, she's so magnificent! Is she going to stay at your house?"

"No, no," Virgil quickly waved his hand, "She just came to our house for dinner today..."

In fact, Valenti had already helped her student rent a house on the other side of the street, but Virgil dared not say any more, otherwise, he would be caught by the postman here to find out the truth.

　I just opened the character column (ω`) for Turan and Lico today, so long ago I didn’t even remember this...

　　So let’s talk about it in the writer’s words, welcome to compare the two girls
　　
　
(End of this chapter)