"It's very close," Hesta pointed. "It's just in front, just past this ramp."
Eleven had run far away a long time ago, but now he rushed back with an angry look on his face.
"What's going on? You're walking so slowly!" Eleven shouted at the two of them with great dissatisfaction, "Hurry up!"
Yugali took a deep breath, put the entire bag on her shoulders, took big steps along the slope in front of her, and started running.
…
By the time the three of them returned to the base camp where they could live, it was already past ten o'clock at night. A few people simply ordered some noodles and started getting ready for bed.
There happened to be two shabby mats on the floor in the room. Hesta directly gave up the one she slept on. Yugali refused to accept it, so the two of them gave in to each other. Although Eleven couldn't understand what they said, the actions of the two made her quickly understand what happened.
This scene made her particularly angry. Eleven couldn't figure out why this Hesta man who suddenly appeared just followed them back. What was even more unacceptable was that as soon as this person appeared, he kidnapped Hesta. Star's full attention.
Ever since they met in the market, Hestad had never said a word to him. The two of them chatted a lot, but they didn't know what they were talking about...
"Stop making noise!" Eleven shouted at Yugali, "You! Sleep here with me!"
Yugali was stunned, "Uh, then you..."
"Let me squeeze in with Jane!"
With that said, Eleven sat on Hesta's mat. She patted the mat and called Hesta's name, but the other party had already started to clean up the debris and dust on the ground on the other side - obviously, Hesta did not intend to sleep with anyone tonight.
Eleven was so angry that he held his arms in his arms and turned his back to the two of them, "I don't care about you anymore! I'm sleeping!"
Yugali was still standing there. She could vaguely feel the little girl's hostility, but she couldn't figure out the reason. Seeing that Eleven had turned her back and calmed down, she hesitantly walked to the mat designated by Eleven and sat on the ground with her hands and feet tied.
Hesta worked for a long time, then spread her coat on the ground and lay down.
The only sound in the room was breathing.
After a while, Hesta raised her head and looked in the direction of Yugali.
"Aren't you going to sleep?"
Yugali responded and slowly lay down, "...What's your name, Jane?"
"Well, Jane Hestad."
"Real name?"
"Um."
There was a moment of silence.
"...The third district is a beautiful place." Yugali said suddenly.
"fine."
"I heard that there are many very beautiful old buildings preserved in the streets over there. If you point to any house on the street, it has a history of one or two hundred years. Is it true?"
"That's right." Hesta replied, "Old cities are generally like this, but new cities are also similar. Most of the houses were newly built in recent decades."
"Are there many churches over there?"
"Um."
“Do churches really ring bells every day?”
"right."
"Won't anyone find it too noisy? Is that sound noisy?" Yugali said softly, "Or is it pleasant to the ear?"
"Well, I can't say, I don't feel anything at all." Hesta replied, "But I do knock every day."
Yugali sighed softly, "...Why do you want to come back?"
"return?"
"Go back to District 14," Yugali added, "You said earlier that it was an arrangement from above...isn't this arrangement irresistible?"
"Why refuse?" Hesta asked.
Eucalyptus didn't answer.
In the darkness, Hesta pricked up her ears. She heard Eucalyptus' nails scratching the mottled mat, making a slight sound.
After a long silence, Eucalyptus finally spoke: "Have you heard of 'Jiaoxiao Mountain'?"
Hesta supported the ground, sat up, and looked in the direction of Yugali.
There was no light in the room, and both of them could only see each other's silhouettes.
“I lived in that area when I was a child,” Yugali continued. “It is in the middle of the North and South Districts 14. Although it is also classified as a livable area, it is actually no different from the wasteland before.
"You asked me earlier why I speak the language of District Three. This is not surprising. Most of the Hesta people in our area can speak it, and not only the language of District Three, I also know a little bit of the language of District Four and District Five... They are all family members. Those who teach will also take classes from specialized language teachers.”
"Why do you want to learn this?" Hesta asked.
"In order to leave the North Fourteenth District." Yugali replied, "My cousin married in the Third District last year, and another cousin went to the Fifth District... Although I have never seen them since I got married. But my uncle goes there every year and brings us gifts when he comes back, as well as letters from them... They live well after they leave."
"So it's to get married?"
"You can't say that, because many of our people do business in the third and fourth districts. In my family, my uncle has basically been traveling back and forth between the third and fourteenth districts in the past seven or eight years, and he often takes people with him. When friends come back, there are people from districts three, four and five...these places are full of people. The children are influenced by what they hear and see, and their families take the initiative to teach them, and they will slowly become good at it."
Yugali let out a long and soft sigh again.
“When I was a kid, I really wanted to see the church in the Third Arrondissement, really, but I had only seen photos of it.”
"Why not go?"
Yugali was amused by this question, "How to get there? I have no money."
Hesta bit her tongue immediately - she had asked a stupid question.
"I sometimes envy my cousin," Yugali put his hands behind his back and leaned back slightly. "I heard that the men in the third district are very gentlemanly, respect women, and have a sense of responsibility. They are better than ten The men in District 4 are much better.”
Hesta couldn't help but recall the many faces on the Shengming, and she laughed, "...Who did you listen to?"
"My uncle," Yugali replied, "It's mainly my uncle, but that's what we've been saying here for decades."
In the darkness, Hesta's eyes widened slightly, and even his breathing froze.
"Is that what you always said?"
"Yes." Yugali nodded, "How many Hesta people do you know in District 3? How are they doing?"
Yugali waited for a long time, but did not wait for Hesta's answer.
"Having a bad time?"
"...I have never met a Hesta other than me. You are the first." Hesta breathed slowly, "Except my mother, but she passed away very early."
"Feel sorry……"
"There's nothing to apologize for." Hesta murmured, "But I don't know many people in District 3. Maybe there are indeed many Hesta people there, but I haven't met them."
"Not one?"
"not a single one."
