Chapter 10 — Eight Years Is Not Equal to One Betrayal

He proactively contacted my mother and came to my house to apologize. After hearing that, my mother only replied faintly: "Nien Tu, I treated you sincerely before, but Van Tinh is also the daughter I hold in the palm of my hand." The call ended, he stood downstairs at my house all night, his best friend took a photo and sent it to me, just saying that he did it on his own. I don't answer. Around that time, Giang Tu Bach and I collaborated to complete a district-level research project. He is in charge of statistics and data synthesis, I am in charge of designing classroom lessons. One time, working overtime until nine o'clock at night, the printer had a paper jam and broke down. I squatted on the ground to check for errors. Giang Tu Bach passed a small pair of scissors: "Don't use your hand to pick it directly, it's easy to scratch your hand." I raised my head to look at him: "It seems like you know every little thing." He smiled softly: "Working with office equipment all year round, I have stepped on many holes." I laughed from the bottom of my heart. This was the first time after the breakup that I smiled without any burden. Giang Tu Bach looked at me, the corner of his lips also drew a gentle and gentle curve, knowing how to be reasonable, never intentionally disturbing. Later, the project was piloted at a rural elementary school where the mountain road was bumpy and difficult to navigate, and the car stalled in the middle of the road. When I got out of the car, I stepped into a muddy puddle, my shoe heels sinking into the ground. Giang Tu Bach put down the document box in his hand, bent down and squatted, helping me pull out the stuck shoe. I hastily refused: "Let me do it myself." He handed the cleaned shoe back to me, his palm covered in mud: "Today I'm teaching the main lecture class, don't waste time and be late." At that moment, I suddenly realized two completely different types of love: There is a type of person who loves you, only making you wait endlessly; There is a type of person who cares for you and will clear all obstacles on your path. On the day of the lecture and topic report, Luc Nghien Tu came again. Wearing a black coat, his appearance is thin and emaciated. After I finished the lecture, applause rang out from under the podium. Giang Tu Bach sat in the front row and gave me a bottle of warm water. Luc Nghien Tu stood at the back door of the classroom, looking at that bottle of water, his eyes filled with bitterness and loneliness. When it was time to leave, he blocked my way.

"Van Tinh, I have applied for a transfer to a remote area project in Bac City. I will probably rarely come back here in the future."

“Wish you a smooth journey ahead.”

He smiled bitterly: "I don't even want to say a word of holding back." I remained silent and did not respond. He pulled out a small box from his backpack, inside was the engagement ring that had been dropped, now cleaned.

"I know you won't accept it, just want to tell you, I never threw it away."

I glanced at the ring: "Luc Nghien Tu, there's no need to keep it anymore." The corners of his eyes turned red: "In your heart, is there really no love left?" I thought for a long time, slowly spit out two words: "Once." Just two short words, sharp as a knife. He grabbed the box tightly and stood still for a long time. Giang Tu Bach slowly walked down the stairs, stopping to wait a few steps away. Luc Nghien Tu looked at him and laughed softly: "He treats me very well Star?" I nodded: "Yes, very good."

“Better than you?”

I looked straight at Luc Nghien Tu and replied softly: "He won't let me hide alone in the corner of the Civil Affairs Department, passively waiting for someone else to arrange my life at will." Luc Nghien Tu was completely speechless, unable to utter another word. 11 The following spring, Giang Tu Bach and I were officially together.