Chapter 7 — Farewell Nam Thanh

“Lin Ninh, are you really sure you will go to closed training?”

I said yes.

“Sure.”

One day before registering, I checked out of the hotel. Chu Nhien accompanied me to the project liaison office to submit documents. The base's liaison office is located on the third floor of the Nam Thanh naval building. There is a blue seal on the front door. All entry and exit must be registered. I had just submitted a copy of the health check to the staff when Tham Viet Trinh came chasing me from the elevator door. Maybe he asked his colleagues at Nam Thanh No. 1 Hospital and found out I was coming here today. There was a blue-black area under his eyes, and his white blouse had changed into a wrinkled shirt.

“Ninh Ninh.”

I don't stop. He reached out and pulled my wrist. Chu Nhien immediately blocked it.

“Let go.”

Tham Viet Trinh didn't pay attention to her, just stared at me.

"Last night I went with Giao Giao to check again, the doctor said the baby was fine."

I lowered my eyes and looked at his hand.

“Congratulations.”

These two words stabbed at him.

“Do you have to talk like that?”

“What should I say?”

“Wishing you all three peace?”

Tham Viet Trinh's face was gray.

"Lam Ninh, I know I'm sorry to you."

"But over the past four years, you've been honest with me."

“I love you.”

I laugh. I took out a folded piece of paper from my pocket. It was last night after taking a photo of the report at the automatic printing area, I listed the dates myself. There aren't many words. There are only three lines. On November 3rd, your birthday, I went for a prenatal checkup with Lam Nhuoc Giao. On December 20, you had a high fever, I went to check again with Lam Nhuoc Giao. On the sixteenth of January, I asked for leave to go to Nam Thanh, and you went to prepare maternity documents with Lam Nhuoc Giao. I gave him the paper.

“Tham Viet Trinh, your love is really busy.”

He looked at those words, his fingers gradually tightened. The paper was grabbed until it wrinkled.

“How do you know these things?”

“Report written, nurse said.”

I pointed towards the hallway behind him.

"Lam Nhuoc Giao is still wearing the scarf you gave me."

“You guys leave evidence everywhere, it's just that I've never been to Nam Thanh before.”

Tam Viet Trinh's eyes turned red.

"Originally, I planned to finish handling it before telling you."

“How to handle it?”

“Wait until she gives birth, then tell me that you are suffering?”

His lips are white. I didn't look at him anymore, turned around and walked out. The employee poked his head out from the window.

“Comrade Lam, there is an item in the document that needs to be confirmed.”

I stopped. She held out the form, pointing to the last column.

“During the closed training period, the emergency contact was listed as Chu Nhien, right?”

Tham Viet Trinh's eyes fell on that form. His throat rolled a little. Before, my emergency contact was always you. It was him who got the medical check-up at university, got the job at the research institute, and signed up for the first marine test. At that time he still laughed at me.

“Do you trust me like that?”

I said of course. I have no relatives in Nam Thanh, and in Bac Thanh I have just stabilized, but I always feel that as long as I write the three words Tham Viet Trinh on the form, I will have support. Now that column has changed to Chu Nhien. I received the pen and signed the confirmation.

“Yes.”

The employee nodded.

“So future notifications will be sent to Chu synchronously Nhien.”

The expression on Tham Viet Trinh's face finally completely changed.

"Lin Ninh, even the emergency contact person you want to change?"

I returned the form.

“Closed training is risky, I need someone who can answer the phone promptly.”

He was stunned on the spot. I know this sentence hit you. But I tell the truth. During the past four years, when I needed you the most, you were always unavailable and absent. I even gave my life to you, that's really foolish. Tham Viet Trinh followed in two steps.