Chapter 8 — Escape from the Trieu Family

But people who have died once, it is very difficult to still have fear for the living. Sure enough, at five o'clock in the afternoon, Trieu Duc Phat arrived. Riding his torn motorbike, all the way to the school gate. The person who hadn't even gotten out of the car started screaming. "Trieu Minh Nguyet! Get out here for me!" Ms. Luu had locked the office door in advance. "You don't need to go out." She said. “Let me tell him.” I stood up. "Are you sure?" "Sure. The future path must be yours to walk on your own. You can't escape this level." Ms. Luu looked at me for a moment and nodded. Open. When I walked out of the office building, Trieu Duc Phat was standing at the edge of the gymnasium. Face flushed. I don't know if it was due to sun exposure or anger. He still held the motorbike key in his hand, his knuckles were white. Seeing me coming out, he took three steps and rushed forward. "Where's the newspaper?" "In your place." "Give it to me." "No." He reached out and tried to snatch my schoolbag. I took a step back. "Trieu Duc Phat, if you dare to move, I will call 110 now." He paused. Not because I was afraid of 110. But because I called him by his full name. Eighteen years ago for the first time. He was stunned for two seconds, then forced a sentence from his throat: "What do you call me?" "Trieu Duc Phat." I repeated once, "Do you know what your current behavior is called? Obstructing students who have been admitted to school. It is illegal." "I am your father!" "Yes. You are my father. But the law does not recognize this word 'father'." The corner of his mouth began to twitch. A few students passing by stopped to watch the excitement. Trieu Duc Phat noticed. He instinctively looked around——he values face the most, I said. In front of outsiders, turning against his own daughter, this was even more difficult for him to accept than me going to military school. "You come home with me." He lowered his voice, "Go home and talk about something." "There's nothing to say." "Trieu Minh Nguyet." His teeth were gritted, "Your younger brother still depends on you. You just don't take care of this house anymore?" I looked at him. "Dad." I called him back. Not getting soft. That's because the next words need this form of address. "Dad has two arms and two legs. Not yet fifty years old. Body is healthy. Dad wants to raise Kien Quan, raise him himself. You are not my cash machine." His face turned from red to white. Lips moved for half a day, unable to say anything. I saw something swirling in his eye sockets—not sadness, but the kind of loss of control after extreme anger. “Remember this for me.” Finally, he squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, "You're gone today, don't enter this house from now on." I nodded. "Okay." One word. No hesitation. He didn't expect me to agree. He originally thought that this sentence was the final killing blow——it was true in his previous life. In my previous life, every time he said "If you leave, don't come back", I would cry and admit my mistake. But this life. Okay. I don't go in anymore. In my past life, there was no warmth inside that door. There is only endless labor, exploitation and a life taken for granted. It's good that that door is closed. Trieu Duc Phat stood in place, like a puppet whose strings had been pulled. Stunned for ten seconds. Then he turned around, got on his motorbike, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away. Don't turn around. I stood on the gymnasium, watching the dust kicked up by motorbikes disappear into the sunset. Behind her, Ms. Liu walked up. Gently pat my shoulder. Say nothing. Needless to say. 【Chapter 7】 The next five days, I stayed at Ms. Liu's dormitory in school. She helped me borrow an empty bed and brought blankets and mattresses from home. During these five days, I did a few things—— Added the message notification function to the bank card. Change the phone number link to your name. With the help of Ms. Liu, research new admission instructions

student at National University of Defense Technology. Wash and dry, dry and fold a few clothes to bring. So calm that it doesn't look like he just broke up with his family. But I know Trieu Duc Phat won't just let it go. On the night of the seventeenth day, the phone rang. It's not Ms. Liu's number. It's my mother. I answered the phone. "Nguyet." The voice was hoarse, as if she had been crying for a long time. "Your dad told me to call and ask you to come home." "I'm not coming home." "Nguyet——" "Mom, if you have anything to say, say it directly." The other end of the line was silent for a long time. Then she said something that made my whole body cold: "Tomorrow your younger brother has to register for that intermediate school. Your father took out all the ten thousand savings in the house. He said... he said you won't be able to take care of this house anymore anyway, so put it all on your younger brother." Ten thousand. All the savings in the house. In my previous life, that money was originally my living expenses for college. "So what?" I asked calmly. "Then... your father told your younger brother to go to that intermediate school, saying he would study for three years and graduate with many job assignments..." I closed my eyes. That so-called intermediate school, Ms. Luu has already looked it up. School three no. No official status. The so-called "assignment bag" means graduating and then being sent to the electronics factory line to work as cheap labor.