Chapter 23 — After Being Evicted From Home, I Inherited 30 Million Yuan

Then turned around and left. After walking more than ten steps, she stopped for a moment. Don't turn around. Then keep walking. The door closes. I returned to sit in front of the embroidery frame. There is wind outside the window. The tulle curtain was blown up slightly. I picked up the needle. Continue embroidering. No longer hate her. But I won't forgive either. Everyone has to bear the consequences of their own choices. Three days after Chung Dao came to find me... Luc Canh Tham appeared. Not in Cam Hoa. Not at my studio. But on the way I went to the fabric market to choose samples. When I came out of the market, carrying two bags of fabric samples in my hand... His car was parked on the side of the road. The window rolled down.

“Nien Hoa.”

“Let's get in the car and say a few words.”

I'm not up. He got out of the car and walked towards me. Lost a lot of weight. The black jacket he wears looks a bit loose. Eye bags clearly show fatigue.

“Nien Hoa…”

“I quit my job.”

I looked at him.

"What Chung Dao did online was known to the whole company."

“After the dispute with Cam Hoa was dug up, the partner paused several projects.”

"The boss is not comfortable telling you directly, but hinted at it many times."

“You proactively submitted your resignation.”

“Last week was officially off.”

I switched the sample bag to my other hand.

“What's the point of telling me these things?”

“I want to apologize to you.”

He looked at me very seriously.

“Since that gathering day…”

“Until what happens later…”

“Every choice I make…”

“That day I had an allergic reaction and fell down…”

“I let go.”

"What exactly happened at that moment, I still can't figure it out."

“I just know…”

“Your first reaction is to help the person nearby.”

“Always the person I feel like I don't need to worry about.”

“Because it never happened to me.”

“I never made a fuss.”

“You never made me worry.”

“You put me in the least important position.”

I heard it all.

“Are you finished?”

“Luc Canh Tham.”

“Have you ever thought about it?”

“I'm not 'nothing happens'.”

“But I don't dare let anything happen.”

“Because if I just touched your shirt, you could have been cold to me for two days.”

“Even if I breathe a little harder, I have to look at your face.”

“I'm not without a fuss.”

“But even if I make a fuss…”

“I don't even pay attention.”

“The past seven years…”

“The biggest thing I learned…”

“It's forcing yourself to shrink to the point where it doesn't take up any of your space.”

“Then you told me…”

'You don't need to worry me.'

“I'm not worried.”

“I just forgot…”

“I am also human.”

He was silent. The wind blew from the street, making his hair messy.

“Nien Hoa, you…”

“Stop talking.”

I picked up the sample bag.

“I hope you find a new job soon.”

Then go in the opposite direction. Don't turn around. After walking more than twenty meters... His voice came from behind.

“That ‘Lotus with Branches’ painting…”

“It's really beautiful.”

“If my mother sees…”

“Definitely would be very proud.”

My steps stopped for a second. Then keep going. The wind blew away his voice. While waiting for the red light at the intersection... Lam Tri Y's phone called.

"Nien Hoa!!! Big deal!!!"

"What is up?"

“The results of the product voting are out!”

“Your embroidered painting ‘Lotus Trinh Canh’ won the gold prize of the year!”

I held two bags of fabric samples and stood at the beginning of the street. The sunlight fell on me, strangely warm.

“Nien Hoa? Are you listening?

“Are you crying?”

"Do not have."

I raised my hand to wipe my face. The wind is just too big. Not crying. A week after the news of winning the gold award spread... The Provincial Museum of Fine Arts and Crafts officially sent an invitation. They want to separately order a batch of display-grade embroidery works from Cam Hoa. That same day... Bui Duc Xuong personally made a trip to Cam Hoa. He brought with him a nomination letter from the industry association.

“Nien Hoa.”

"The association intends to put him on the list of candidates for inheriting intangible heritage at the city level."

“My mother is a provincial-level heir.”

“I will temporarily start from the city level first.”

“But the road ahead is still very long.”

He patted the wall outside the embroidery room.

“Your mother is looking at you from heaven.”

Three days after the gold award was announced… I did something. Bring that prize-winning embroidery "Lien Hoa Trien Canh"... Go to the cemetery to visit your mother. Logically speaking, it's not yet Qingming period. Shouldn't have come so early. But I can't wait anymore. I squatted in front of the tombstone. Build an embroidered screen next to the stone stele. Sunlight shines on the embroidered surface. The pink and pale yellow threads reflect tiny light. The petals of the lotus flower seem to be gently breathing. I took out a patched embroidered scarf from my pocket. Place next to the screen. Her last work. And my first work won an award. Place parallel side by side. Same pattern circuit. Different colors.