Hesta understood this.
It is true that there is already a physical gap, and if he has a big belly, he will definitely not be able to defeat him.
"No!" Liz tried to explain, "Generally speaking -"
"It's not just that," Turan cut off Liz's words, "After the child is born, your nightmare has just begun - you have to wash and cook, be diligent and run the house, get up early every morning to work, and take care of the child at night.
"When you get married and your husband beats someone, your brother may help you out after the beating, but when you give birth to a child, you are completely a member of your husband's family. Your brother is no longer yourself. 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.”
Rico blinked blankly, "Oh, I don't know that, I don't have a brother... Who is this you are talking about, your sister?"
"Yes, my sister."
Rico leaned back in his chair. Although no one was drinking here tonight, everyone had a look of relaxation similar to drunkenness on their faces.
"I understand. The smartest women don't get married, and the less intelligent women don't have children. Only 'good women' will think about keeping their eyes open and finding a 'good man' to live... Your sister is a 'best woman' ,Yes or no?"
Turan looked up at the ceiling.
"Yes, good women." Turan murmured, as if talking to himself, "There are too many good women."
The conversation tonight made her very surprised. She had never liked Rico in the past. She felt that she was withdrawn and weird. Not only was she never grateful for the help offered by others, but she also caused trouble to Liz several times. Now I see that she is surprisingly consistent with me on certain points of view.
The two talked about the various lessons they had seen in the past. Liz had already walked around behind Hesta and reached out to cover Hesta's ears.
Hesta looked up at her, "Liz?"
"It's too late, you go and have a rest." Liz felt helpless, "I'll take care of things here tonight."
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On the second Monday of October, Liz left the base together with several classmates who had confirmed their job transfers this year and set off for the core city of the third district.
Liz officially changed her code name to: Donna.
She put on a mercury-needle formal dress: a black military uniform with lapels, a white dress shirt and tie, and a long sword that penetrated the pincers was embroidered on the collars on both sides with thin metal wire.
Pinned to her left breast pocket was a name tag that read "Sergeant Donna" in beautiful cursive letters.
There is also a black woolen cloak outside this uniform. The inside of the cloak is red. Under the cloak, a large bowl-guarded sword is pinned to the waist. This sword has not been bladed and is only used for decoration. .
While 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 was swinging normally. The black high-top military boots under her feet made a crisp sound. The cloak behind her was fluttering. The colors are red and black.
Liz remembered that when she tried on this dress for the first time in the dormitory, it caused the other three people to exclaim one after another. This dress was so beautiful that even she herself was surprised by the effect on her upper body.
It's a pity that the other members of 403 are at their respective training grounds at the moment and cannot come to say goodbye in person.
However, last night, the four of them made a bed on the floor in the living room and had their last chat before going to bed.
It was a farewell party for four people. A few people counted, this year it was Liz, next year it was Turan, the year after that it was Rico, and finally it was Jane. During this period, new people might move into 403, move into Liz's room again, and replace them one by one, like a ship of Theseus.
Before getting on the bus, Liz took one last look back at the base where she had lived for nearly three years, and suddenly felt reluctant to leave.
Over the years, I don’t know how many reserve mercury needles have come out of here, and she is also an unknown one among them.
Now, a new road has been laid out in front of her. Although she doesn't know where this road will lead, everything in the past has warned her not to hesitate.
Don't hesitate, move forward...
Go forward.
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The following spring.
The days flew by so fast, and in the blink of an eye, there was only the last half month of Jane’s 24 weeks of special training.
This day was March 19. Jane Hestad, who had never been absent from work, took leave from the base and took a bus to St. Anne's Abbey to pay homage to her deceased friend.
On this day last year, Mother Superior Irma, who transformed into a chelate, attacked her and Sister Gerding, and Bo Heng's whereabouts are still unknown - which may be a relatively euphemistic way of saying it.
Before the "Invincible News" scandal was completely settled last year, the Tanyi City Government secretly destroyed all materials related to St. Anne's Abbey in order to conceal more information.
Photos of Bo Heng are also included.
In just one year, the appearance of this old friend has become a bit blurry to Hesta. She can no longer accurately recall his appearance when she closes her eyes like before, but she occasionally sees him from District 14. The male face, Bo Heng's voice and smile would still be like a sudden ghost, rising from her mind, passing through, and then disappearing.
On the way from the base to the monastery, Hesta checked her email on her phone. Except for a few letters from important recipients that would go into her inbox, she had all other notification emails from the base classified into categories and automatically archived them. Now when checking them, she only needs to enter the category and quickly glance at the email title to determine the email. Is it necessary to open this email?
This method is the same as daily jotting, and it is a technique taught by Miss Chiba.
After roughly reading the nearly twenty weeks of base notices in the base, Hestad entered her private inbox. She suddenly let out an exclamation. The driver next to her glanced at her and said, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Hesta replied calmly.
Hesta held her breath. She had been almost completely cut off from the outside world for the past 22 weeks. She had not touched a cell phone or a computer at all. High-intensity special training - poison gas tolerance, close combat, fast-moving shooting, etc... takes up almost all of her time and energy.
It wasn't until recently that one of the instructors told her that since she was the only participant in the entire special training, her training items were much less compared to others. Liz and Turan were undergoing 24 weeks of special training. During training, it is also necessary to divide into classes and conduct confrontation activities with the team as the basic unit.
Although there are fewer projects than before, Hestad still feels exhausted. Such a pace of life leaves her with no time to be sad or nostalgic.
Every night, she didn't even have the energy to dream. She closed her eyes and fell asleep immediately. When she woke up, she was full of energy and devoted herself to the following training.
In just over five months, Liz wrote her seventeen emails...
A total of seventeen letters.
After all, she writes almost every week.
Before Hestad had time to look, he immediately raised his head and leaned for a while.
It has been almost half a year since I separated from Liz and the others.
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