Chapter 9 — Eight Years Change One Time Letting Go

"That day in the waiting room, you deliberately put your arm around me because you saw Han Mo Tuyet on the opposite side, right?"

Trinh Van Chieu's face turned a little white, but quickly covered it up.

"I don't understand what you're saying. Mr. Bach Chu, please calm down, maybe your sister-in-law is just going home to give birth..."

“Shut up!”

Tham Bach Chu snatched the spare key from her hand and conveniently pushed her pink suitcase out the door.

"Don't appear in front of me again in the future. About work, other than general matters, don't contact me privately."

"Tham Bach Chu! Are you crazy?" Trinh Van Chieu finally couldn't act anymore, screaming loudly, "You kick me out? Then who will schedule my flight in the future? Who will guide me on the simulator? I'll take back all my privileges, how will I live at the company!"

Hearing those words, Tham Bach Chu's heart completely cooled. There is no concern, no questions, only anger at the loss of benefits.

“Go away.”

He slammed the door shut. Blocked Trinh Van Chieu's shrill screams outside. In the following days, Tham Bach Chu like a crazy person carried out "general cleaning" in this house. He called a cleaning company to come and throw away all the things Trinh Van Chieu had ever touched, used, even the things she had glanced at. She often wears white canvas shoes when she comes to pick up documents. The ceramic drinking cup she left here. And even the bear-shaped pillow on the sofa. They were all stuffed into black trash bags and thrown straight into the trash can downstairs. Having finished everything, he sat in the empty living room and found a blank piece of paper. He wrote on it a list of "Debts". He wanted to list out all the things he owed Han Mo Tuyet for the past 8 years. Article 1: Celebrating 8 years of love. Article 2: Aurora viewing trip six years ago. Article 3: Be by her side when she has thyroid tumor surgery. Article 4: Mother-in-law's coronary artery bypass surgery. Article 5: A complete experience in the co-pilot observation seat. … Writing here, his pen stopped. He discovered that he simply couldn't write it all. What he owes her is the 8 most precious years of his youth, the countless nights she left a light waiting for him, and her dedication to supporting him from nothing to the position of captain. How can I pay for these things? He covered his face with both hands, letting out a choked scream of extreme sadness. He texted and pleaded in the company group, even using his connections to look up Han Mo Tuyet's flight history. He must know where she went. A week later, through a brother who worked as a ground staff at the airline, he finally found out.

"Bach Chu, I found it. Last Wednesday she was on flight HU7281, flying to Dali."

The hand holding the phone of Tham Bach Chu trembled.

“Thank you.”

He immediately bought a plane ticket for the nearest flight to Dali. He neatly folded the "Debt List" and stuffed it into his chest pocket. He also brought along a thick flight logbook, along with a set of passes to the completely new co-pilot observation seat. He thought that as long as his attitude of admitting his mistakes was sincere enough, as long as he made up for all the missing things, she would be like before, sighing helplessly, and then forgive him. You are too cocky and conceited to the point of basically not understanding what a woman looks like when she is completely dead. Dali wind is still gentle. Han Mo Tuyet is repotting some newly purchased succulents in the yard, the backs of her hands are smeared with mud. The old lady next door brought a bowl of cool rose jelly that she had just finished cooking.

"Tieu Tuyet, take a break for a moment, eat a bite to sweeten your voice."

“Thank you, ma'am.”

She washed her hands, picked up the bowl of jelly and sat under the eaves.