Chapter 4 — Blind Love

After that, Bach An was secretly raised outside by my father. No one knows his relationship with the Chung family. Even Thuong Hang only found out after getting married. I often ask my father: "Why don't you let your brother come home to live?" Every time, I have to secretly find him to play. My father stroked my hair and sighed: "When you grow up you will understand." 11I finished bathing and was about to go put my baby to sleep. When I reached the door, I heard my child giggling from inside, very happy. I secretly pushed the door open, creating a small gap. Seeing Bach An hugging my son, we both told stories excitedly. But Bach An's legs were too long, curled up on the one and a half meter wide children's bed. The scene is both warm and funny. I didn't bother them, quietly closed the door, turned around to the balcony. 12The night wind gently blew across my face, bringing a feeling of peace and comfort. Actually, three years ago, I did not intend to keep this baby. I went into the operating room. It was Bach An who strongly rushed in and carried me out. "Why did you stop me?" Under the heavy rain, I was completely desperate: "We are divorced, I don't want this baby anymore." Bach An covered me with an umbrella. But I kept pushing him away. He then threw the umbrella down at his feet and joined me in the rain. "Chung Vu, the baby is mine, only mine." "I lost my mother at a young age, and my father passed away early. No one understands better than me, how much I long to have a relative by my side." Bach An's words were like a knife stabbing into my heart. My lips trembled, tears fell uncontrollably. Bach An faced the wind and rain, hugging me tightly. "The doctor also said that my uterus is very thin. If I'm determined to give up this baby, I may never be a mother in this life." "For Thuong Hang, is it worth it?" "Moreover, the two of you are divorced. This baby has nothing to do with Thuong Hang anymore, leaving the father to keep the child, is there anything wrong?" Thunder rumbled in the distance, the rain and wind became more intense, like the end of the world. I sobbed in his arms. Bach An hugged me tightly. "Don't be afraid, Chung Vu, give birth to the baby." "From now on, I will protect you and your mother!" In that moment, I suddenly understood why before he passed away, my father said: "Chung Vu, Bach An is the last umbrella of protection that I left for you." Every time I remember that painful past, I can't help but choke up. I raised my head, swallowing back my tears. My shoulder suddenly felt heavy. Bach An didn't know when he came behind me, covering my shoulders with a thin blanket, "My hair isn't dry yet, I came out here to get some fresh air." He gently patted my head, "When will you learn to take care of yourself? Huh?" 13 Tonight, Bach An wore a loose, beige house suit, but it couldn't cover his broad shoulders and slim waist. He walked to the other side of the balcony, took a cigarette from the box, and put it in his mouth. When he pressed the lighter, pale blue fire flashed in his eyes, like a galaxy. He raised his chin slightly, blowing out a ring of gray smoke. I always consider Bach An as my brother. I had never observed him so closely before. For the first time I realized, his eyelashes were long and curved, his nose was high and straight. He is no longer the self-conscious and poor boy in my memories. Remembering Thuong Hang's words, my mind suddenly stirred and I suddenly opened my mouth: "Dude, do you have a lover?" Bach An's eyes suddenly stopped. He gently lifted the tip of the cigarette, and in the dim smoke, he stared at me. A wind arose. Blow between me and you. My hair was blown away by the wind. Bach An's eyes showed helplessness. After looking at me for a few seconds, he extinguished his cigarette and walked towards me. My heart suddenly pounded, I clutched the balcony handle tightly, my fingers turned white. He stood in front of me. Slowly raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch my face. But I don't know how to face you

Why, suddenly panicked. Taking a quick step back, his voice became unnatural, "I'm so sleepy. Brother, I'll go to sleep first."14There is always a tacit understanding among us adults. Like me and Bach An. Apparently living in the same villa. But after that night we hardly saw each other, avoiding each other in a uniform way. Even my son realized something was wrong and asked me several times if I had quarreled with Bach An. But I know, he is leaving space for me.