Chapter 5 — A Nhu's Delirious Words

Perhaps she did not expect that To Tu Nuong, who had been weak all her life, would one day raise her stick. Dad stood in front of me and my mother. "Fuck off." “If you come again, I will break your legs and take you to the police station.” What people in the village fear most is being taken to the police station. Finally, Do Mai Hoa was also afraid. She was taken away by the Trieu family. Lame Trieu had two of his ribs broken by his family members. He no longer had the face to stay in the village, so he moved to a ragged house on the edge of town. Before leaving, Do Mai Hoa turned to look at me. Those eyes were evil, like they were poisoned. But I'm not afraid. In my previous life, I died once. What was truly scary was the mother's eyes that still couldn't bear to close as she sank into the river. Not the eyes of a failed dog like her. Life slowly continues. The breakfast restaurant's business is even better than before. Some people came to eat, some people came to see me. They said I was a blessed child. Every family that lost a chicken would come and ask me if I dreamed about it or not. Of course I don't know. But I will blink and say: "Dirty chicken feet, run towards the vegetable garden." Out of ten times, three times I actually found it. The remaining seven times, everyone did not blame me, just said that the blessed child was still young, his aura had not yet fully developed. Based on this reputation, I have done many things. Mrs. Vuong was about to spread gossip between Aunt Ly and the street vendor. I immediately stood in front of her and asked: "Madam, where did you steal someone's pumpkin last time and bury it?" Actually, I heard it from Cau Oa. Ms. Vuong immediately closed her mouth. The village chief's son bullied children, I said: "He's hiding in the back from the street." That was also what I saw with my own eyes. Adults began to realize that "blessed children" like me especially liked to stare at bad things. The gossip in the village actually decreased a lot. I don't know about these crooked thoughts. My mother only felt that my body was weak and that I was often sick. Every time I coughed, my mother was so scared that her face turned white. I feel extremely guilty in my heart. Because the first two high fevers were both self-inflicted. One evening, I woke up from a nightmare. In the dream it is still that river. Water rose through my nose, my mother hugged me and cried. I cried and shouted: "Mom, don't jump." When I woke up, my mother was really next to me. Mom hugged me and gently patted my back. "A Nhu, don't be afraid, mom is here." I touched my mother's warm arms, tears kept flowing. “Mom, A Nhu doesn't want to leave you.” Mother's body stiffened. Then, mom kissed my forehead. “Don't leave.” “Mommy isn't going anywhere.” Outside the door, Dad stood there wearing his coat. He heard it. Later that night, he broke all the wine jars in the house. 8 Dad quit drinking, no one in the village believed him. “With Phuong Thu Sinh's temperament, he will crave alcohol in less than three days.” But he actually quit. Someone advised him: "What man doesn't drink alcohol?" Dad didn't raise his head. “I have to be a real man, protect my wife and children well.” Mom was rolling dough next to her, her eyes quietly turning red. The family gradually becomes different from before. The key to the money box was given to my mother to keep. Those who used to say bad things about their mother were extremely disciplined when they came to eat. My grandfather often came to sit in the restaurant. One time, he looked at me and sighed. “T
This A Nhu seems to have prevented a disaster for our whole family." "Children have a fragile fate, don't let them listen to too much about adults' right and wrong." Mom nodded. From then on, my mother did not allow others to joke about me "seeing spirits" anymore. When anyone came to ask where the lost chicken or duck were, my mother stopped them. “My daughter is not a psychic.” “She's just a kid.” I hid behind the curtain, my nose stinging. I'm not a psychic. I'm just a kid who died once. I don't have magic eyes, nor do I have magic power. I only clearly remember the hatred of my previous life and the people I must protect in this life. News about Do Mai Hoa is still transmitted from time to time. She lived with cripple Trieu on the edge of town, and life was extremely bad. Lame Trieu is inherently lazy, Do Mai Hoa is sharp. The two of them quarreled once every three days, and fought once every five days. She wants to return to her mother's house. Her mother's family criticized her for losing face and did not let her in. She wants to get back with you. He closed the door and didn't see me. I heard that when she sold vegetables at the market, she even scolded my family. "To Tu Nuong relies on the monster's daughter to turn herself around, it will definitely not have a good ending!" When this sentence came back, my father's face turned pale. He intended to go find her and settle the matter. Mother stopped. “No need.” “We live well is the biggest slap for her.” When I was five years old, the breakfast restaurant turned into a small store. Next to the banyan tree, two more brick houses were built. One shop sells vermicelli, noodles and dumplings, the other has tables and chairs. On market days in the village, there are so many customers that there are not enough seats. Mom hired two women from the village to help. Dad was in charge of carrying water, chopping firewood and going to town to buy meat. His temper is still hot.