Chapter 10 — Farewell Nam Thanh

Tham Viet Trinh stood in front of the screen, still holding a returned letter in his hand. The young doctor next to him asked him.

“Teacher Tham, do you know her?”

Tham Viet Trinh did not answer. On the screen, the host's voice came through clearly.

“Core member of the deep-sea manned submersible project, Lam Ninh.”

He looked at that unfamiliar face and suddenly remembered many years ago. I drove more than ten hours at night to Nam Thanh, waiting for him to get off work at the back door of the hospital. At that time, he bowed his head and picked up the ginger from the porridge for me, saying he would pick me up to Nam Thanh later. Later, I really came. Bring the ring, bring the last hope. But he was outside the emergency room curtain, going to a prenatal check-up with another woman. I was on TV wearing my business card, standing on the deck of the ship, with the vast ocean behind me. Finally, Tham Viet Trinh understood. I will never wait for you across the mountains from the sea again. Because I have entered my own sea. RUN OUT OF