Chapter 24 — Eight Years Change One Time Letting Go

Tham Bach Chu suddenly rushed forward like a madman. Giang Du Bach's eyes sharpened. He turned around and grabbed Tham Bach Chu's collar, lifting him up like he was carrying a chicken. Then swung hard, throwing him out the door.

“Thud” a dull sound.

Tham Bach Chu fell to the muddy rain ground, muddy water splashed.

“Nam Chi, report to the police.” She was too lazy to glance at him anymore and turned to talk to Nam Chi.

“Comrade police, there are people here deliberately disrupting the homestay's business activities.”

Nam Chi already held the phone and immediately pressed the call button. Tham Bach Chu lay on the ground, his whole body shaking. It wasn't because he was in pain, but because he finally realized the truth. His tears, his knees, or his suffering. For her, even the status that evoked pity was no longer there. Ignorance is the cruelest punishment in this world. Ten minutes later, a police car flashing red and blue lights parked at the end of the alley. Tham Bach Chu was dragged away by the police like a pile of mud. As he passed by the homestay door, he turned his head to look at her one last time. She was also looking at him. Her eyes did not contain any emotions, just like looking at a strange drunk guy on the side of the road. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something. But in the end, he couldn't say anything, so he closed his eyes in despair and was thrown into the police car. The homestay door closed again. Separates all storms outside. Giang Du Bach took a dry cotton towel and meticulously wiped away a few streaks of rainwater on her shoulders.

“Why are my hands so cold?”

He frowned and took the opportunity to hold her hands. Wrap them in your warm palm.

“Scared?”

“No.” She shook her head, holding his hand back.

"It just feels like the past 8 years have been like a wild dream. Now that I've woken up, it feels a bit unreal."

Giang Du Bach bowed his head to look at her.

“Then look at the real things in front of you.”

He bowed his head and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Han Mo Tuyet, from now on, if your sky falls, I, Giang Du Bach, will support you."

In an instant, time passed to the beginning of the winter of the second year. Winter in Dali is not cold, the sunlight is still bright. The homestay business is increasingly prosperous. Nam Chi began planning to open a new branch on the next street. As for the news about Tham Bach Chu, like dust particles blown away by the wind, it is becoming more and more sparse. The last time Han Mo Tuyet heard this name, it was from the mouth of a former colleague in the aviation world. That colleague came to the travel agency and conveniently visited her homestay.

"You don't know, Tham Bach Chu is completely crazy."

The colleague sipped coffee and shook his head in admiration.

"During his suspended sentence, he started causing trouble, and someone broke his leg. Now he hangs around all day picking up trash at the dock. Everyone he meets brags that he used to fly big planes and his wife is still waiting for him in Dali."

She stirred the spoon in the coffee cup, her hand movements never stopping.

“That's it.”

She replied nonchalantly.

“Oh yeah, he also asked me to bring you something.”

The colleague searched in his bag and found an envelope Dirty envelopes, put on the table.

"He said this was the last letter he wrote in his life. Please let me give it to you in person."

She looked at the envelope covered in grease stains of unknown origin. On it were written crookedly the four words "Mo Tuyet's grave opens by itself". She could even imagine him huddling in some dirty corner to write this letter.

“Thank you.”

She took the envelope without tearing it open. She stood up and went straight to the shredder behind the bar.