Chapter 5 — Cracks Under Light

Tham Nhuoc Ninh said softly: "I understand that she liked Nghien Tu for many years, and suddenly couldn't accept reality." The eyes of the people around her changed. Chu Nghien Tu stepped forward: "Nhuoc Ninh, don't talk anymore." With his mouth he told her not to talk, but his hand was protecting her side. My mother was so angry that her lips turned white: "My daughter has never done anything that she couldn't meet people." Chu's mother's face darkened: "Who said she did something that she couldn't meet people? But every day she revolves around Nghien Tu, it's normal for outsiders to misunderstand." Uncle Phuong endured until now, finally cutting in: "Revolving around your son? Does your son deserve it?" Chu Nghien Tu frowned: "Teacher Phuong, this is our family matter." accept acquaintances." Uncle Phuong pointed to the blue enamel vase on the stage. "Who stabilized the crack last night, don't you know in your hearts?" Tears immediately filled Tham Nhuoc Ninh's eyes: "Teacher Phuong, I admit that Miss Lam helped, but you can't deny my efforts because you love her." Ms. Luong hurriedly walked over: "Everyone, stop arguing, the guests are about to arrive." Mother Chu lowered her voice and said to my mother: "Tomorrow." This is Chu Thi's chance to appear in front of everyone, don't make a big deal out of it. If Van Van really wants to be good for Nghien Tu, then please hold back a bit." My mother was so angry that she laughed: "You bully her, and ask her to think about her son?" Chu Nghien Tu looked at me: "Lam Van, take your aunt home." I asked: "What is the basis?" "If you continue to make trouble, it will only make your parents feel awkward." I stared at him. I said: "Chu Nghien Tu, are you using my parents to force me now?" He did not avoid it: "I'm just reminding you." My mother held my hand: "Van Van, let's go." She wasn't afraid, she just didn't want me to be surrounded by everyone. Just as I was about to speak, a small noise suddenly rang out on the stage. The base of the blue enamel vase is tilted to one side. Ms. Luong screamed in horror: "Don't touch it!" Tham Nhuoc Ninh stood closest. In a panic, she raised her hand to block it, but her wrist collided with the body of the vase. The crack in the neck of the vase that had just been stabilized last night made cracking sounds. Uncle Phuong shouted loudly: "Don't use your hand to press on the crack!" But Tham Nhuoc Ninh pressed his hand on it. The vase's body tilted, and everyone around simultaneously retreated. I ignored Chu Nghien Tu's objections, rushed onto the stage, held the soft cloth next to the vase's neck, and held the base with my other hand. "Ms. Luong, turn off the lights, don't let the heat shine in." Ms. Luong was stunned and did not move. I shouted: "Now!" She immediately called someone. Tham Nhuoc Ninh stood next to her, her face losing almost all the blood. Chu Nghien Tu also went on stage: "Nhuoc Ninh, are you okay?" I raised my head to look at him: "Get away." He was angry: "What are you shouting?" I stared at the mouth of the vase: "If you keep blocking it here, it will really break." Uncle Phuong rushed up to help me hold the shelf, scolding: "A bunch of outsiders who only know how to color." The stage was so quiet that there was only the sound of cameras and deep breathing. I held the blue enamel vase firmly, the back of my hand was cut with a bloody line by the crack edge. Tham Nhuoc Ninh saw it and suddenly said: "Miss Lam, your hands are bloody, don't dirty the exhibits." Uncle Phuong almost fainted: "Do you still have the face to talk?" Chu Nghien Tu said in a low voice: "Save the vase first, don't argue." I used a clean soft cloth to separate the back of my hand, slowly placing the vase body back on the protective shelf. Ten minutes later, the danger was temporarily resolved. Under the stage, someone said in a low voice: "Just now, who knows how to fix it, who doesn't know how to fix it, just look and you'll understand." Chu's mother's face was unsightly. Hearing that sentence, Tham Nhuoc Ninh's tears finally fell: "I didn't mean it. Nghien Tu, I just want to help." Chu Nghien Tu looked at me: "Lam

Well, given the situation just now, anyone would panic. You don't have to dwell on Nhuoc Ninh's mistakes forever." Before I could speak, my mother spoke up: "She almost destroyed something, you asked if my daughter needs to be prosecuted?" Chu Nghien Tu said: "Auntie, Nhuoc Ninh was also scared." Uncle Phuong slapped the table: "If you are scared, can you steal the credit of others, and then cause trouble?" Ms. Luong's face turned pale. She walked up to Tham Nhuoc. Ninh: "Miss Tham, please go down and rest first." Tham Nhuoc Ninh's tears stopped: "Ms. Luong, what do you mean?" "The maintenance work tonight will be left to Miss Lam." Chu's mother was immediately dissatisfied: "Isn't this a slap in the face of our Chu family?" Ms. Luong looked at Chu Nghien Tu, her voice became tough: "Mrs. Chu, if something happens to the exhibit, no one's face will be saved." Chu Nghien Tu looked at I, as if trying to suppress my anger: "Lam Van, are you satisfied?" I threw the soft, bloody cloth into the trash bag. "I'm only satisfied because the vase hasn't broken." He looked at me: "You've changed." I turned to look at him: "You finally see me, right?" He said nothing. Tham Nhuoc Ninh suddenly hugged his forehead and fell into Chu Nghien Tu's arms.