Chapter 26 — Eight Years Change One Time Letting Go

She raised her head and looked at his eyes shining under the starlight.

“Changed to 'Snow White Homestay'. Half me, half you."

He was a bit surprised. A very deep, radiant smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He turned around and pinned her down on the grass. A fiery, unreasonable kiss descended. Carrying the barley scent of beer and the wild breath that belongs to you.

“Han Mo Tuyet, this is what you said.”

He gasped against her lips, his voice deadly hoarse.

“Once you get on my pirate ship, you will never get off again for the rest of your life.”

… On the 2nd anniversary of the homestay's establishment, the entire old town was dyed in brilliant yellow autumn colors. Nam Chi's new branch opened smoothly. She is now exactly like a strong woman. Wearing a sharp suit, bustling back and forth between the two facilities. Han Mo Tuyet and Giang Du Bach still cling to this original small yard. The sign "Homestay Bach Tuyet" shines gently in the morning sun. The yard is full of long tables. Not only did he invite all long-term tenants, but even the old flower seller next door was invited by Giang Du Bach. The sizzling sound of grilled meat, the clinking of glasses, and the flickering sound of a guitar intertwine. She held a glass of hot wine and stood on the second floor balcony. Looking at the bustling crowd downstairs. Giang Du Bach was standing in front of the oven, quickly flipping the meat skewers. Seemingly catching her gaze, he raised his head. A distance away from a cloud of smoke, he whistled at her. Use a skewer to stick a piece of pork belly grilled until golden brown, waving it to signal her. She smiled, raised the glass of wine in her hand to respond to him.

“This is the life that belongs to me.”

She said softly to herself. There is no endless waiting, no frustration of having to look at other people's faces to live. There is no sky that is thousands of meters high and far away. There is only the smoke and fire of the human world that is real in every breath, and a man whose eyes only have her image. She turned around and went downstairs, preparing to receive the grilled meat skewers from Giang Du Bach's hand. At the same time. In a gray city more than 2,000 km from Dali. At a relief center for seriously ill homeless people on the outskirts of the city. Tham Bach Chu lay on a cold iron bed. His legs were completely deformed. The lung infection made every breath he took as labored as a torn bellows. The aid center's orderly rudely placed a bowl of white porridge without a drop of greasy residue on his bedside.

“Eat it, number 104.”

Tham Bach Chu did not look at that bowl of porridge. He reached under the pillow and struggled to find an old phone with a broken screen. It's an old thing bought with a few hundred yuan of money spent scavenging. His fingers trembled as he expertly dialed a series of numbers. That is Han Mo Tuyet's phone number. Even though it has long been a non-existent number, he still calls once a day out of habit.

“Sorry, the number you dialed is incorrect…”

The lifeless female voice echoed in the empty room. Two streams of muddy tears rolled down at the corners of his eyes. His finger accidentally touched the photo album icon. The screen lit up, inside there was only a blurry photo. That's the homestay photo that he paid for someone to cut out on the internet. In the photo, she wears a sweater white, standing smiling in front of the bar. Next to her, was a tall man. Looking down at her with eyes filled with affection. That was a look he had never given her.

“Mo Tuyet…”

He looked at her smile on the screen. From his throat came a pitiful groan like the cry of a dying animal.