Chapter 4 — Bakery After the Rain

This sentence caused the movements in my hand to stop for a moment. I remember last winter, Giang Nghien asked me for some money. He said he had a lot of pressure on his thesis and wanted to buy a jacket to look good so he could attend the evening academic party. I gave him five thousand. That evening he sent a photo. In the photo there is only the coat on the hanger. He said, Wen Tang, I will get better and better, I will not let you work hard in vain. I closed the refrigerator door. In the glass my face is reflected. Not crying, not angry, just a little pale. "Yes or not, it doesn't matter anymore." Manh Tinh suddenly asked: "Can you show me those notes?" I turned my head to look at her. She immediately added: "I don't want to take it away." "I just want to know how much he cheated me on." I didn't immediately agree. If you give something like evidence to the wrong person, it will turn into a knife that will stab you back. I said: "You should handle the matter between you and him first." "My notes will not be given to you." "At least not now." Manh Tinh nodded. This time she wasn't angry. At twelve noon, Giang Nghien arrived. When he pushed the door open and walked in, he was still wearing that cashmere coat. Her hair has been taken care of, there are blue circles under her eyes, her whole body is like a piece of paper that has been crumpled and then pressed flat. First he looked at Manh Tinh, then at me. Finally, he said in a low voice: "Wen Duong, let's go out and talk." I didn't move. "Speak here." The corner of his eyebrow twitched. "Didn't you just say not to talk in private in the store?" "That's because there are customers." I raised my eyes to look at him. "Not now." Tieu Vien stood behind the cashier, her finger on the phone. Obviously when Giang Nghien saw it, his face became even more ugly. "You must be like that?" "Giang Nghien." I pressed a thermal receipt under my fingertip. "You must be like that." Manh Tinh took a step forward. "Tell me." "In these four years, have you finally taken money from her?" Almost Giang Nghien moved. "Got some." I laughed. "Some?" He immediately looked towards me, his eyes bright. His eyes darkened. "On Duong, don't force me." "What do I force you?" "Forcing you to admit that you used my money to finish your master's degree?" "Forcing you to admit that you both received my living expenses and told others that you relied on yourself?" His face changed. Manh Tinh stared at him. "Say it." Giang Nghien suddenly lowered her voice. "Tinh Tinh, I didn't mean to hide it from you." "You and On Duong were indeed together before." "But she helped you voluntarily." "She was older than me, opening the shop also made money, at that time she said she was willing to wait for you." "I didn't force her." These words were like a blunt knife, slowly cutting open all the softness in the past. mine. Older than him. Open a shop and make money. Voluntarily. It turned out that he divided the debt into three pieces, so he could easily push it away. I went into the back kitchen, took out the books, and put them on the counter. The blue cover has been turned over to frayed edges. Jiang Nghien saw the notebook, his pupils shrank. "What do you mean?" I turned the first page. "No idea." "Just let you see, how much did the person I voluntarily provided for, end up spending?" He reached out to grab it. I took the notebook back. Tieu Vien immediately raised the phone. "If you move one more time, I will record." Giang Nghien's hand stiffened in mid-air. At this moment, the wind chimes at the door rang again. A middle-aged man wearing a dark coat stood at the door, his eyes swept over the three of us, and finally landed on Giang Nghien. His voice was not high, but very heavy. "Giang Nghien." "Your supervisor told me to come pick you up and take you back to the hospital." "There is a problem with the thesis defense documents."06Facial expression

Giang Nghien instantly lost all color of blood. He turned his head to look at the middle-aged man at the door, his voice tight. "You, what documents?" The man did not go in, standing next to the door, the shadow of the canopy falling on his shoulder. "Don't you understand in your heart?" For a moment, no one said anything in the shop. The refrigerator buzzed loudly, like a thin wire stretched to the ear. Giang Nghien quickly recovered. He took his eyes off the notebook and walked quickly to the door. "I'll be right back." "Maybe there's some problem with the submission system." The man looked at him. "It's best that it's just a system problem." This sentence fell, Jiang Nghien's back clearly stiffened. Manh Tinh chased out. "Giang Nghien, please explain clearly first." Giang Nghien lowered his voice: "I have an urgent matter now." "Your urgent matters are always more important than the truth, right?" "Manh Tinh!" He growled lowly, then quickly softened his voice. "Don't make trouble here." "Come back and I'll explain to you." Manh Tinh laughed. "Go back?" "I just said the same to Wen Duong just now." huh.” A trace of difficulty flashed in Giang Nghien's eyes. He didn't look at her anymore and followed the other man. The wind chimes gently swayed twice, and the shop was quiet again. Manh Tinh stood at the door, his shoulders shaking slightly. I closed the notebook.