Chapter 3 — Bright Moon Shining Hai Duong

17 Le Minh Nguyet was pushed to the ground by Van Canh, his lower leg was scratched and blood began to flow. His disdainful eyes were no different from the way he used to look at me in the past - a few light sentences could stab a person to the bone without seeing any blood. But now I'm no longer the girl I used to be - just because of a scolding from him, I'm depressed all day. I opened my arms and glared at him: "What about delivering food? I'm still the one setting up the sales stall here, so you can criticize me too. What, you once loved me, leaving a criminal record? You're so good, just passing by Mixue Ice Cream, didn't you inhale any air to cause an allergic reaction?" There was a lot of noise around, so I stood in front of Le Minh Nguyet, not giving up a step. Van Canh was stunned for a moment, staring at me, not knowing what he was thinking. He was so aggressive with Minh Nguyet, but as soon as I gently pushed him, he staggered back a few steps. He looked at me, his throat moved slightly: "I didn't..." But I was too tired of him. I turned around, helped Le Minh Nguyet up, and gently asked: "Does it hurt?" Le Minh Nguyet shook her head, tried to stand up, the first thing was to pull me behind her: "It's okay, you can stand behind me, don't be afraid." Van Canh looked at our movements, stood still for a long time, then suddenly sneered: "What is it? Am I now the one who ruins other people's love?" He didn't look at me anymore, stubbornly turned away, directly facing Minh Nguyet's eyes, his voice full of sarcasm: "Your father is going crazy looking for you, and yet you're here delivering food every day? Young master of the Le family, isn't this love game over yet? Is it fun to trick a little girl like that?" 18 In the small clinic, I finished applying medicine to Le Minh Nguyet. I opened my phone and looked intently at the articles appearing on the screen: "The only son of the Le family, inheriting tens of billions of assets?" “The genius teenager was specially admitted to Harvard at the age of 16?” "Aren't you delivering food? Delivering all the way to Rome?" … Every sentence I read, I poked him in the forehead. Until his forehead turned red, Le Minh Nguyet quickly grabbed my hand: "Tieu Duong, I'm not lying to you, everything I said is true." I thought back, it seemed true that he said he was studying at Harvard, skiing during the day, horseback riding in the afternoon, and taking photos in Europe the next day. Who would believe this... this "strong guy" name — is the real thing! “But you shouldn't…” I hesitated, intending to blame him, but didn't know what to blame. Le Minh Nguyet cautiously clasped her hands in mine: "If you say you love each other, you can't change your mind. I'll try to help you display the goods, don't chase me away." A young master who was born in luxury came running to help me fry fried chicken, waking up early every day to carry and deliver goods until his tanned limbs peeled off the skin. I sighed: "Education, background, family background... If we don't have the same subjects, how can we be together?" “When you were skiing in Switzerland, I didn't even have money to pay the heating bill.” Le Minh Nguyet: “But I don't need a lot of money... I just need a lot of love.” Me: “…” The sad, choking atmosphere that had just built up in an instant was immediately crushed by this sparkling-eyed guy without any mercy. Le Minh Nguyet quickly continued: "Later I can open a counter second and third sausages, then standardize, improve quality, increase efficiency, open in every city! All the sausage vendors across China unite and destroy the traders! If you just shout once, I will immediately elect you as the most noble Sausage Queen!” I was already sad, so I couldn't help but laugh when I heard that. Le Minh Nguyet saw me smile and her face softened: "Why isn't there a way? Aren't we all excellent inheritors of socialism? Tieu Duong... don't leave me behind, okay?" I played with my fingers, not raising my head. It took a while for him to quietly reply: "Let's talk about it later." Now go home first, don't let your father worry." 19 After Le Minh Nguyet left, I officially inherited his electric car. Unexpectedly - my main job is selling breaded sausages, and my side job is... delivering food. At noon I received a large order — ten pizzas delivered. On the way, I accidentally hit a rock and two pizza boxes rolled to the ground and burst open. “I'm sorry, I can pay you full price for these two pizzas.” The door opened, and before I could even raise my head, I quickly bowed and apologized. At that time, my heart was extremely depressed, the whole morning was gone, really... If I had driven a little more carefully, this wouldn't have happened. But I waited forever and still no one answered. I raised my head suspiciously — my body stopped for a second. If you say the most embarrassing thing in life is... criticizing your boss and then sending it to the wrong company group, then the second place is definitely: Delivering food to your rival's door. But also dropping other people's food. Luckily, this sister doesn't know how to torment herself. I very calmly raised my head: "If you agree to give me compensation, then I will take these two pizzas home." You can just take it home for dinner. Actually, it's been a long time since I've eaten pizza. Inhale. 20 The person standing in the door is To Tinh - beauty queen of Bac Dai, Van Canh's close sister. Normally I rarely feel self-conscious, but in front of To Tinh, I really can't hold my head up. She is beautiful, intelligent, has a good family background, and has a gentle personality. As for me, I don't have a single point worth showing off. Even the luck is so bad that it's absurd. On the day of my graduate school exam, I suddenly had a fever. My whole body was tired, but I still gritted my teeth and finished the exam. When I finished the exam and walked out of the room, there were many people waiting outside with flowers in their hands. The girl walking next to me happily ran into her boyfriend's arms. He held out the bouquet of flowers and kindly asked her if she was hungry. As for me, I called Van Canh... but he didn't pick up. I left there alone, dragging myself to a small clinic to get an IV. That day, Tran Xuyen posted a status on WeChat: "The young men and women of Bac Dai - taking stray cats to be examined together, their dignity is beyond reproach." The picture in the article is Van Canh and To Tinh holding a cat together at the hospital door. Many people dropped their hearts, along with comments full of admiration. That night the needle was cold, so cold that I woke up startled in the middle of the night. I opened my phone — the text message I sent to Van Canh still had no response. What was I thinking at that time? Maybe... you're wondering: Are humans and cats really that different? Or should we ask: person to person — the difference is big to that extent? 21 I stood haphazardly holding a pizza box at the door, looking struggling. To Tinh looked at my red cheeks from the sun and gently moved aside: "It's okay, come inside and sit for a while, turn on the air conditioner to cool down, it's very hot out there." I shook my head and refused: "No need, I have the next order to deliver." Two portions of pizza fell, To Tinh didn't ask me to pay for it. When I was about to leave, she stuffed a bottle of water in my hand: "It's hot, drink water to cool down." I carried the pizza downstairs, thinking as I walked. The phone suddenly rang with a notification: 【Miss XX gave you a 1000 yuan tip】 I was wearing shipper clothes and a mask. To be honest, I didn't know if To Tinh would recognize me. But she was originally like that — gentle, kind, soft-hearted. When my friend got sick, I shared a link calling for donations. A young lady like her immediately transferred 100,000 yuan without saying a word. I stood under the shade of a tree, sighed, and suddenly froze. I… am probably the same type of person as a non-Newtonian fluid. Normally, he looks peaceful, docile, and very reasonable. But in my heart there is both a devil and a Buddha. If anyone touches my boundaries and tries to bully — I have never lacked thunderous tricks and ruthlessness. If someone is gentle with me, it's like punching cotton, I can't resist no matter what. Anyway… I said it — I'm a non-Newtonian fluid. When I meet people like To Tinh, I really can't compete. Thinking too much will only make you angry... fibroadenoma. 22 On the day the graduate exam results were announced, Van Canh rarely proactively called me. The content is very brief: “Explain.” What explanation? Explain why I lack 20 points to pass the exam? "I had a fever that day, I was very tired..." After listening to me, he just smiled faintly, his voice cold as ice: "Stop making excuses, with so many people taking the test, are you the only one with a fever?" He blamed me for not studying properly and only pretending to work hard every day. The pile of exam preparation materials was half my body high and the two boxes of ballpoint pen refills I had used up suddenly became a laughing stock. In the end, Van Canh concluded coldly: "You have never had any plans for our future, you are always the type of person who refuses to try. Lam Hai Duong, this is all your life has to offer." Actually, he said these kinds of words to me countless times. Since high school, I've had a hard time raising my Math score by thirty points. I happily showed it off to him, but he didn't even look at me: "What's so funny, you still have to show off with such a low score, aren't you embarrassed?" When I invited him to come to school to see me as an MC because he was chosen to be the host, he asked directly: "What to see? See your weird English pronunciation, or that awkward figure?" But this time — I don't feel the pain anymore. What about going to a second-rate school? If anyone who doesn't pass the Bac Dai pass will be punished, then gather all of us in Ha Nam province and arrest them. After all, there isn't even a 985 school in the province. I deliberately made him uncomfortable: "I'm stupid and useless, I can't do anything, and I like to find excuses. But how can I know? My mother raised you and told you to take care of me all your life. Van Canh, if I die, I'll be a ghost that follows you." there." Of course I just tricked him. After hanging up, I immediately sent a farewell message. Then... block all contact, completely leave his life. I don't know when Van Canh will understand that - education cannot be spread through marriage. Even if I pass Bac Dai, even if I really have a future with him, my children may not be able to get into college. Sigh, maybe I should just become a rapper. Leaving the hip-hop world, who would still consider me highly educated?