Chapter 7 — First Love In Ngo Dong Village

7There weren't many teachers in the school. Sometimes students had to study for a period or two on their own. Bo Jinyan immediately ran over to sit with the children. He helps them solve problems, sometimes just chatting aimlessly. Every time after school, the water bottle on my desk is full. In the desk drawer, I don't know when there were a few more boxes of cough drops. Outside the window came the sound of laughter and laughter. I pulled open the curtain to look and saw Bo Can Ngon sitting under a large tree in the schoolyard, chatting loudly with some villagers. A curious teacher asked him: "Are you a friend of teacher Thinh An?" "So it is." - Bo Can Ngon replied - "She is very good, she is my idol." "Ha ha ha, Ms. Thinh An is really good, the children in the village all like her." Being praised made my face a little hot. While stunned, Bo Can Ngon raised his head to look over, and I immediately hid behind the curtain. Then I realized, I shouldn't have run away. Bo Jinyan stayed in the village for three days. Even though he brought a computer to work, after all he was the person in charge of the Bo family, there were too many things to handle, he couldn't stay long. When he left, I saw him off to the end of the street. He stood next to the car, the wind blowing his hair across his forehead. In the wind, I heard him say: "Over the past few days, I have thought carefully about what you said. An Sinh, I still like you." He smiled calmly: "So now, can I pursue you?" … It wasn't until Bo Jinyan's car completely disappeared at the end of the road that I regained my composure. Returning to school in a confused mood, the whole class of kids immediately gathered. "Miss, your face is very red." "Miss, are you hot?" "Miss, has your handsome boyfriend left? I haven't even had time to say goodbye." I sighed, automatically skipping the first two questions. Look at the last child: "Do you like him very much?" The boy nodded: "I like it, he's just like you, he's a very good person." The boy hesitated and then continued: "In the past, our school also had many volunteer teachers come, but they didn't last long. When they talked to us, they often showed impatience, carrying... a bit of hate." "But not him." – The boy mentioned Bo Jinyan, his eyes shining – "He treats us very well, he also treats you very well, we all like him." I didn't expect that a cold and distant person like Bo Jinyan would be so loved by the children. The boy pulled my sleeve: "Miss, is he still coming back?" "Probably... no." Compared to the bustling, bustling city, this place has nothing to keep a person like him. That night, when I returned to the teacher's dormitory, I received a call from home. As soon as I hung up, a strange noise suddenly sounded outside the window. "Who is there?" I didn't think much, walked to the window to look, but didn't see anything, the noise was still there. I pushed the door open to take a look, and was immediately hit by a strong force pushing the door open. My back hit the door frame so hard, it hurt so much that I took a cold breath. "Teacher Thinh An." A drawling voice smelling of alcohol rang out in the darkness. I squinted my eyes and looked closely, recognizing the person coming - the village scoundrel, Trieu Dai Cuong. Since I first came here to teach, he has been clinging to me and not letting go. Last year, when I refused in front of everyone, I was able to calm down for a while. I didn't expect to come back today. "Trieu Dai Cuong, you've had too much to drink." I tried to stay calm, intending to push him away. He grinned, the strong smell of alcohol blowing straight into my face: "Teacher Thinh An, do you know how long I've been waiting for you? As soon as that city boy left, I came here immediately." My heart sank. He saw Bo Jinyan. "You criticize us for being country people and liking rich guys, right?" Trieu Dai Cuong grabbed my wrist: "Stop pretending to be noble!" My wrist hurt but I didn't cry out. Many years of experience teaching here help me

I know, giving in to this type of drunk man only makes him more interested. "Trieu Dai Cuong," I looked straight into his eyes, my voice cold as ice, "it's best to let me go immediately, otherwise tomorrow the whole village will know that you harassed the teacher in the middle of the night. As for your father's job as a janitor at the town school, do you think you can still keep it?" This sentence hit him to the core. His father worked as a security guard at a town elementary school and valued face very much. Sure enough, his grip loosened, his expression showing some hesitation. I seized that moment, suddenly lifted my knee and pushed hard into his lower body, and at the same time used my elbow to hit him hard in the stomach. He was in pain and let go. I immediately tried to push him out, but he blocked the door and we struggled. "You b*tch!" – he screamed, reaching out to slap me. I grabbed the dagger hanging behind the door, reflexively intending to counterattack. But in the next second, Trieu Dai Cuong was strangled and dragged out by someone from behind.