Chapter 4 — From Now On I Have You

8. There was suddenly a silence in the air. After a long while, Giang Tri Da slowly opened his mouth: "Let's go, go home." I quietly followed him, in the middle of the night, neither of us said a word. On the way home, because I hadn't had dinner yet, I felt hungry. Giang Tri Da suddenly turned the car in another direction and said he wanted to take me to a sidewalk restaurant. I've always thought that young men from rich families eat all kinds of seafood, at least on a high-class nutritional menu. Yet Giang Tri Da plopped down on the short plastic table, crossed his legs, and skillfully ordered grilled dishes like a true gourmet. Seeing me looking, he suddenly realized and couldn't help but laugh: "What's wrong? Do you think you're a fairy and don't eat the smoke and fire of the world?" I quickly shook my head. The person sitting in front of me right now makes me feel extremely strange. Before, I thought he was stubborn and difficult to tame. I wanted to dump him and re-drafted the ppt several times. But now... I touched my forehead, suddenly feeling panicked. During the meal, I ate with trepidation, and he laughed and talked happily, eating and drinking extremely deliciously. Having eaten enough to drink, the two walked along the main road. Suddenly, we ran into some drunk people. Over the past few years, because of the debt, I've taken on all kinds of strange jobs and met all kinds of people. Seeing the leader wearing a branded watch, I guessed that they were not ordinary people - or rich, or famous. Avoiding elephants wasn't embarrassing. I immediately bowed my head and apologized, pulling Giang Tri Da away quickly. Unexpectedly, that guy grabbed my sleeve. The strong smell of alcohol, the disdainful and arrogant eyes - the eyes of a person on top, looking at the person below with half an eye. He pushed me aside, then strode towards Giang Tri Da. This group of people... are targeting Giang Tri Da? I heard he's very good at fighting, but fighting this much alone... is still a bit dangerous. I quickly took out my phone, ready to call the police at any time. That guy glanced from me, back to Giang Tri Da, smiled faintly: "Oh, isn't that Giang Tri Da?" "I heard that she once pursued Tran Dao? She dumped her, and now she's back to looking for this kind of goods?" The remaining guys burst out laughing loudly, Giang Tri Da's face turned pale, and grabbed his collar: "Tham Muc, you talk carefully! That year I punched you and put you in the hospital, have you forgotten?" A flash of fear flashed in Tham Muc's eyes, but he still pushed Giang Tri Da's hand away, adjusted his collar, and kept cursing: "A bastard is still a bastard, something that can't step onto the main stage. Besides a stubborn body, what else does it know? No wonder Tran Dao kicked his eyebrows and ran after Hac Lam." After finishing speaking, he turned to me and whistled: "Hey, girl, his mother is a teenager and you still dare to be with him, don't you feel humiliated?" Amid the mocking laughter that echoed in all directions, Giang Tri Da's fist came down hard. Luckily, I reacted quickly, just in time to call the police and even take a video. Because the other side provoked it first, the incident was not made into a big deal. Grandpa Giang paid for the hospital fees, then went to the police station to take us home. On the way home, the car was eerily quiet. I sat in the passenger seat and secretly looked in the rearview mirror to see the back seat. Giang Tri Da leaned tightly against the car door, his face was bruised, and his arm was also scratched. His facial expression Black as ink, leaning on a cane, not saying a word. The car arrived at the villa, the three of us got into the elevator together. As soon as he entered the house, the stick made a "pop" sound and hit the floor. The old man was so angry that he trembled, waved his hand and slapped Giang Tri Da hard on the head. “How long are you going to be naughty?!” "That year you beat someone up and put them in the hospital. How much money did I have to spend to put it down? All these years you didn't worry about studying, you stopped playing around all day, why do you still get involved with those people?" "How many times have I told you, high mountains have even higher mountains, good people have even better people! The Tham family and Chu family are not easy to touch, and there is also the Hach family backing them!" "Enough!" Giang Tri Da swung his hand and punched hard at the glass. Choang! — The glass shattered, fragments stuck into the back of his hand, blood immediately poured out. His eyes were red and he screamed with anger: "You hate me so much, why did you even take me home?! My brother is better than me in everything, so why didn't you save him that year?!" 9. The past was suddenly brought up, causing Mr. Giang to lose all his strength and sit down on the sofa. His gray hair shines silver under the light, no longer the majesty of the leader, just a very old, very tired old man. Giang Tri Da pulled the piece of glass out of his hand, fresh blood flowed from his fingers to the floor. He didn't look back and quietly walked upstairs. I immediately chased after him, and just as he was about to close the door, I grabbed the door handle. He bowed his head, his voice cold: "Don't follow me." I grabbed the handle tightly, refusing to let go: "Giang Tri Da, your hand is injured. If you don't treat it right away, it will get infected." “Infected is infected, what does it have to do with you?” His voice was harsh, wanting to chase me away. Outside, thunder rumbled, then rain poured down. I gritted my teeth, mustered up all my courage, and used all my strength to push him into the room, then conveniently locked the door. In the large room, we stood face to face at the door. He still bowed his head, his bangs covering his eyes, in the dark I couldn't see his expression clearly. I walked to the head of the bed, turned on the desk lamp, and rummaged through the closet for the medical box. Under the soft light, I sat him down on the edge of the bed, used tweezers to carefully remove each piece of glass from the wound, stopped the bleeding, disinfected, and bandaged. When finished, I cut the ribbon into small strips and tied them into a cute bow. Giang Tri Da still sat silently throughout the process. Only later did he softly open his mouth: "Tu Vi... you heard it all." "I am an illegitimate child who cannot show my face, the son of the woman you hate the most - little tam. You and I are not from the same world. The rental relationship between you and my grandfather, ends here. Tomorrow morning, I will tell someone to transfer all your salary to you. You can go." “I'm not going.” I sat down next to him, forcing his face back, forcing him to look into my eyes. "Giang Tri Da, you are you, your mother is your mother. I really hate my third child, but compared to her, I hate my father even more. I think you do too. If you could choose, who wouldn't want to not be born in such a situation." "In this world, everyone has a different past, everyone has their own suffering. If we keep running into a dead end because of past events and refuse to step out, sooner or later we will be worn down to the point of exhaustion, unable to live anymore. The eyes are in front, to remind us to look forward. before." “Furthermore, if I leave the Giang family, where else will I go to find a high-paying job like this? I'm still counting on your grandfather's salary to pay off the debt, you can't kick me out. It's very difficult for me to break the ice in my relationship with you. I don't have the strength or the time to comfort another person anymore." Giang Tri Da's eyes gradually turned from rejection to gentleness. The little hedgehog retracted his spines, reached out... to hug me. My right hand was bandaged like a large glove. I trimmed the tape into a small bow, gently rubbing against my arm, strangely tickling. His voice was very quiet, very light. He said: “Thank you, Tu Vi.” Outside the window, the sound of rain falling continuously. Giang Tri Da pulled open the drawer and took out an old photo. In the middle of the photo is Giang's grandfather, behind him stands a man with facial features quite similar to Giang Tri Da. On the left and right are two women. The woman on the left is wearing a white cheongsam, her face is pale, and her face is filled with extreme resentment. Next to her is a boy in a wheelchair, his eyes are sunken, his whole face is full of illness. The woman on the right is wearing a long red dress, bright red lipstick, and her hand is clasped tightly around another boy - the boy looks innocently at the camera, and she smiles smugly. Giang Tri Da's fingers slid over each person in the photo in turn. “My brother, his mother, my father, my mother, and me.” “The five people in the photo… now, I'm the only one left alive.”