Why it never ends

Chapter 47
"I would like to die young, with neither love nor care, falling like golden stars and rising like unfaithful flowers

"I hope that those who are troubled by long enmity will find joy with me on my tombstone
"Bury me away from the noisy road, where the weeping willow bends and stirs the water, where the unharvested leafless bean is golden
"May sleepy poppies bloom, may the wind blow over my head

"I don't look back on the road I've traveled, I don't look back on the crazy years that passed, and when the last hymn is sung, I'll go to sleep without worry

"But please don't let the flame go out, please don't forget the woman who awakened every heart

"I would like to die young..."

There were regular knocks on the door, and following Chiba's answer, Ellu pushed the door open and entered.

"Miss Chiba, are you looking for me?"

Chiba turned down the sound of the record player, turned around and reached out to hand the two documents that she had signed and stamped to Elu.

"Well, you go to the core city and leave tonight."

Helu took it and looked at it, he was a little surprised, "...you want to sell all the city bonds of Tanyi City you held before?"

"Yes, the sooner the better, it's best not to exceed half a month. The cashed out funds should be deposited in Grayscale Bank first, and wait for the news."

"Please allow me to ask the reason," Helu frowned slightly, "Two years ago you said that these bonds should be held for at least ten years, because Tanyi is the most suitable city for middle-class retirement in the entire third district. People have been moving out of the core cities in recent years. Buying property in Tan Yi shows that your original judgment was correct. If you sell it now, our profit can only reach 16% of the expected... No, it may be less than 10%. "

"Of course it's because the situation has changed." Qianye took off his glasses, "If you get ahead, you can still sell at least, and if you wait any longer, you will lose money."

Helu was puzzled: "What made you change your mind?"

"This place is suitable for the elderly because the newcomer base of AHgAs is here." Qianye replied without haste, "Everyone believes that in the entire third district, except for the core city, there is no place safer than here."

Helu took a deep breath: "...So, is it going to become unsafe here?"

"Then who knows." Chiba pinched her neck, "People's thoughts will always change, and sometimes it doesn't depend on the facts."

Helu put the file away.

"Understood, I'm leaving tonight."

……

Perhaps it was because he recalled too many past events tonight, that night, Hesta once again dreamed about everything in Duanming Lane.

In a dilapidated log cabin, my mother, wearing a vertically striped apron, was eating fresh soup.

After so many years, she saw her mother again.

Mom was very young then.

Young and thin.

Her appearance still remained the same as before she parted from Hesta. A dark green velvet satin tied her shoulder-length soft hair into a bundle, hanging down her right shoulder along her slender neck.

Her shoulders are as thin as a bird.

Mother's hair was dark brown now—and so was Hester's.These are acquired hair colors, but you can still see some bright reddish flames at the roots.After all, if you want to hide in the sea of ​​people safely, you have to make some necessary disguises.

No matter where they are, red hair like theirs is too eye-catching.

Looking around, Hesta found herself sitting on a small green wooden stool.She remembered that she picked it up from the garbage dump No. 16 near Duanming Lane. Old Charlie helped her repair a stool leg that was soaked by rain, and found a small half bucket of paint.

She painted the small wooden stool green by herself before giving it to her mother.

The table at home was an empty wine barrel with a semicircular wooden plank. They fixed it together with a hammer and nails, and my mother spread a tablecloth on it to make it look like a small coffee table.

There is a layer of velvet carpet that has been trampled a bit rough under the coffee table. My mother deliberately put together more than a dozen pieces of light green cloth of different materials—they come from bed sheets, old coats, canvas bags or long and short skirts. The own pattern presents a kind of collision vitality under this kind of splicing.

On the table, a paper flower made of wire and cardboard was inserted on the sponge cushion, and the small silver key related to Boheng was put aside, and a book of "Edgar's Dark Tales" had been torn apart. "Up" is next to the paper flower.

She reached out and gently touched the sponge flower table made by her mother.

Fortunately, the important things are all there.

This must be a dream.

Hesta quickly realized this.

But please, don't wake up yet.

In Short Ming Lane, Hesta often heard her mother talk about her life in the fourteenth district.Mom misses it all—although the climate in the northern [-]th arrondissement is far less pleasant than here.

I heard that the winter there is very long. From October of that year to April of the next year, the heavy snow hardly melted. However, winter is a day for chatting and reading around the fireplace, so life is not lonely.

My mother often said that when she was a child, she had a room that was completely decorated according to the description in Edgar's novel: a wooden coffee table, a dark green cast iron chair, a green polka-dot carpet, and white curtains perpendicular to the ground...

And my mother's mother often sits on the same coffee table and reads with her in the winter afternoon.

These old scenes are like the "anchor" of the mother. They hold her firmly and let her always remember who she is and where she came from.

It's a pity that there are almost no paper books in Duanming Lane. In their spare time, the mother and daughter can only sit by the tea table and read old newspapers-until one day, such a coincidence happened that they read old newspapers from old Charlie. There I got a copy of "Edgar's Dark Tales Part [-]".

Mother exchanged her two months' meager salary for this book from old Charlie, and old Charlie readily agreed.

This "Dark Stories Collection" is a translation of the fourteenth district. The text on it is square and square, which is completely different from the text that can be seen in Duanming Lane.

For many days and nights, my mother and Hesta sat around the small coffee table, and this book was used as her literacy enlightenment.She sometimes listened to her mother read stories, explained vocabulary, and sometimes copied beautiful lines that were underlined.

……

In the dream, Hesta lowered his head again and put his profile face on the table.

She clasped the edge of the table with both hands—whenever she lay down like this, her eyes could always fall right in front of the stove.

The steam on the stove was steaming.

Mom hummed.

Hesta swayed her feet, and under her feet, the patchwork rugs her mother sewed by her own hands were rubbing the warm soles of her feet.

Better to have a glass bell jar, Hesta thought, or there was always something missing.

　Thank you for the monthly pass of Shiwei 212 without a horse before the blue pass~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)