After a while, the waiter came over with coffee. When she put down the tray, she looked at Hesta with a smile: "Yu Qing didn't go out with you today?"
"I got up early today," Hesta replied in a low voice.
As she spoke, she casually pulled out two small bags of granulated sugar from the transparent glass bowl on the side, tore them open and poured them into the coffee cup. The waiter was surprised at this scene: "...will it be too sweet?"
"I like sweet things."
The waiter couldn't help but laugh, turned around and said, "...Then I'll get you a few more biscuits."
"Thanks," Hesta said softly, "Is your boss here today?"
The waiter stopped and turned half sideways, "What, you also want to ask our boss for divination?"
Hearing "divination", Hesta couldn't help but raise her head - no wonder Yu Xuekun mentioned the owner of this cafe when he heard about it. It turned out that they were also "people of the same mind".
"Yes," Hesta simply put the chess game aside and followed the words of the person in front of him, "Is it expensive?"
The waiter didn't answer, just smiled and returned to the bar to continue working, "Who told you this, Yuqing?"
"Actually, I didn't hear it very clearly," Hestad replied vaguely, "What kind of calculation does your boss use? Is it also planning?"
"Yes..." The waiter smacked the word "ye" that Hesta said, "Have you ever met anyone who also uses stratagem for divination?"
"I saw someone using it once when I first arrived in South District 14." Hesta looked at her, "It felt very interesting, and I have always had an impression of it."
"Our boss will be away these days." The waiter replied, "He won't be back until Friday night."
"When is it convenient for me to come over?"
"You can come tonight," the waiter smiled. "I'll ask our boss and then I'll tell you."
"Then what do I need to register now—"
"No need for anything," the waiter said with a smile, "I know you."
…
After leaving the cafe, Hesta thought about what happened just now, and always felt that there was an unspeakable gloomy atmosphere in the cafe. If Yuqing hadn't invited her here last time, and Yu Xuekun specifically mentioned this place today, she probably wouldn't come again - but to be fair, this might be because the two visits here were in the morning, and there was almost no light in the store. lamp, so it is not very popular.
Before eight o'clock, Hesta stepped into the school gate.
Hesta looked at the time. At this time in the past, she would most likely go directly to Wenhui Building to find a place to study. But today, after leaving Yu Xuekun's consulting room, she suddenly wanted to walk around.
There are already many people on campus in the morning. Groups of old people are walking quickly on the plastic track near Wenhui Building. From time to time, students doing morning exercises trot past these people. Some students are holding Read aloud on the roadside with a textbook.
In the distance, many young people carrying schoolbags lined up in front of an imposing building. Hesta took a closer look and found that it was a library.
The campus further away is immersed in mist.
Hesta found an empty stone bench. The surface of the bench was still wet. She wiped the dew away and sat down.
In the cool morning breeze, she began to seriously think about Yu Xuekun's suggestion - make some new friends, or go back to find old friends...and don't get bogged down in other people's pain.
But are friends so easy to make?
Since joining AHgAs, the only friends she can really talk to about anything seem to be a few of her 403 partners. After leaving the base, Hesta has met many partners who are in sync with each other, but they often break up quickly after getting along for a short time, and even the names exchanged with each other may not be true.
After all, Hesta has never had a friend like her since Liz.
Hesta thought to herself that if Liz hadn't been in that dormitory back then, she might not have been able to form such a friendship with Turan and Rico...especially with Rico, because they were both locked up during their days off. The one who can stay in the house for a whole day without saying a word to anyone.
But Liz was different. She always remembered their days like this, and then took advantage of these days to get everyone out of the house and into the living room. When time was tight, they would gather together for a few minutes. Occasionally, when they had free time, they would hold candles and talk for a long time, staying up all night. It was in the celebrations, remembrances and sharings that they began to know each other's lives very well... just like the back of their hands... The trees in the forest, in the long sunshine and wind and rain, their root systems gradually intertwined under the earth.
This kind of friendship has never happened again since leaving 403... Looking back, it seems that only during the nights when she read at Ava's house, she glimpsed a familiar place in the light.
But where can you find such a place nowadays...
Hesta flipped through her address book. Among the few contacts, her eyes fell on Kseniya's name for a long time, but after careful consideration, she still sent a greeting message to Si Lei.
At this moment, Hesta suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the bushes behind him, as if something was rustling over the fallen leaves.
Hesta put away her phone, stood up and walked towards the bushes. She first saw a camouflage tent, and then she saw some bricks and plastic barrels scattered around the tent.
There were a lot of sundries piled in the bucket - chopsticks, a stove, a stick-shaped fire starter, an old but durable plastic bowl... In addition, half a piece of rotten aluminum foil insulation cotton fell next to it, and it looked like The insulation cotton was originally covered on the plastic bucket, but it was blown away a few steps by the wind.
The exit of the tent was sealed with a zipper. Someone was trying to open the zipper from inside, but it seemed that he had encountered some problem. The sound Hesta heard just now was that of the man kneeling on the ground and constantly adjusting his position. Caused.
Hesta took a closer look and found that a piece of nylon debris floating from nowhere was stuck on the outside of the zipper. She stretched out her hand and pulled it off hard. The zipper head that had been stuck almost immediately began to move smoothly.
"...It's finally open!"
A head poked out of it - a young girl Hesta had never seen before.
She had messy short hair, her hands were on the ground, and she was wearing a blue and green jacket. She emerged from the tent in a slightly embarrassed manner.
After patting the broken leaves on her hands, the girl stood up straight.
"Hello," she smiled at Hesta, "Thank you for your help just now! Excuse me, what time is it now?"
Hesta looked down at her watch, "Eight eleven."
The girl exhaled, "We have to hurry up."
Before Hesta could ask her what she was doing here, the girl got back into the tent.
When she came out again, she had a teapot and a toothbrush in her hand, and a new towel around her neck.
