Chapter 3 — Give Me A Spring Without Nightmares

8 After getting in the car, rarely did So Hoai say anything to me. He doesn't seem to be in a good mood. I suddenly remembered that I had accidentally heard Dao Mo Tuyet talking to someone before, mentioning the anniversary of So Hoai's mother's death. It's today. No wonder he was unhappy, no wonder he came to find me. I feel like he still sees me as a new "entertainment". I was able to make him happy several times before, perhaps today he also expected me to help him relax. But I really don't know what to say. I've been busy with school lately and haven't had time to learn new memes. Arriving at the restaurant, I could only quietly watch him drink. Glass after glass, bottle after bottle, drink... drink... drink until you get bored. Then I helped him back to the hotel. The Presidential Suite on the top floor was reserved for him. The moment I opened the door, I was stunned. I always thought a hotel was just a bedroom with a bathroom. But in this Presidential suite, there is a living room, bedroom, balcony, dining room, bar, dressing room, and even... a private cinema room? My eyes almost widened.{Read full version at Van Ha Tuong page} Really oh ho, I understand what capitalism is! I can't understand why So Hoai lives so happily and at the same time suffers. If it were me, living a life like him, even if my whole family died, I would still be happy and optimistic. (It's just an exaggerated rhetorical device, I don't mean to say that my family is bad, and I don't really want the whole family to die. Even though my parents are alcoholics, love gambling, favor men over women, want to marry me for bride price, have abused me since childhood, and my younger brother curses and beats me all the time, demanding money, but I still wish them to live a hundred years, the whole family to be in peace and happiness together... do! Cake! Crap!) 9 So Hoai drank too much and fell asleep. He closed his eyes, his black hair was messy, a few strands hanging down his forehead, his cheeks were slightly red. At this time, he had an unusually evil and seductive look, so beautiful that it made heaven and earth want to be struck by lightning. I felt I had no obligation to sleep on the bed, so I helped So Hoai lie on the bed, while I went to sleep on the sofa. This sofa is also large, almost no different from the bed. Just when the dormitory was closed, I couldn't go back, so I could sleep here instead. Today I studied all the time, was quite tired, and not long after lying down I fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by a nightmare. When I woke up, I saw something soft next to me pressing against me. I turned my head to look and saw So Hoai covering himself with a blanket, lying right next to me. He was still sleeping soundly, his thin red lips pursed slightly, his hand only holding his blanket, not touching me at all. That act of lying close did not carry any desire at all, but was like a small animal, instinctively looking for its fellow human beings, nestling together in this vast world for warmth. I find it a bit funny. It turns out, it's not "pro-the-junta like pro-tiger", but "pro-military like pro-tiger... cat-striped". The artificial fireplace in the room made a soft crackling sound, the fake fire light had a warm orange color, illuminating him and me. Even though it was a fake fireplace, the sound of burning wood was fake, and the firelight was fake, I felt really warm. Outside the ground-level glass door is the night scene of Beijing, luxurious and debauched, brilliant and splendid, amidst the black sky, white snow gently falling - this year's first snow of the season. I let Let him stay close, then continue to fall asleep. 10 The next morning, when I woke up, So Hoai had already woken up a long time ago. He leaned against the ground-level glass window, watching the snow fall. Hands in pockets, black hair slightly wet, looks like she just finished showering. He tilted his face to look out the window, every line on his face was sharp and beautiful. The scene before my eyes seemed like a series of hashtags: #top aesthetic taste #sharing profile pictures #handsome guys like this have no heart #sense of space #old aristocratic style #relaxed #Top must-eat Beijing #let's go Da Hoang, this type of handsome guy is not our turn I remember Dao Mo Tuyet has more than 200 thousand fans on Douyin, every time I post a video it makes me think of hashtags. If the index is low, she scolds me. I feel like I have a terminal occupational disease. I sighed. (It's just a temporary expression of emotion, not because I don't want to help her think of a hashtag. It's not about sighing to spread negative energy, and not about treating anyone as an emotional trash can.) Hearing the noise, So Hoai turned his head to look at me, his ears suddenly turned red: "You, you're awake... Last night I just... conveniently slept next to you! Best not to think nonsense!" I nodded: "Ha ha. That's right, it's okay, it's definitely just convenient, I absolutely don't think nonsense." But strangely, his ears became even redder, his black eyes flashed with shame and anger, he immediately opened the door and walked out. But not long after, that "cat" returned, opened the door, turned his head away and didn't dare look at me: "Go have breakfast! Don't know, you're so stupid!" I quickly washed my face and followed him down to the Western restaurant in the hotel for breakfast. 11 We were having breakfast when a servant quietly came to ask for instructions: "Young Master So Hoai, outside there is Miss Dao Mo Tuyet looking for you." So Hoai frowned: "Why are you looking for me?" "Young master, she said she was your good brother. Today a senior confessed to her. She didn't know if she should agree or not, so she came to ask your opinion." I raised my head and saw Dao Mo Tuyet standing at the restaurant door. Today the weather is below zero degrees, yet she is dressed casually - milky gray dinner jacket, pure white short skirt, her long, white legs exposed to the outside. Careful makeup, light pink lips accentuate white skin. Different from my flat face, her facial features are prominent and sharp. Passersby kept looking back, thinking she was a star. The hotel was splendidly decorated, but standing next to her beauty was just a faint background. I had another bout of occupational illness and silently thought of a hashtag for her. Her bag is wine red and the keychain is milk blue. Red - blue tones... I don't know if I should tag #taro couple. She caught my eye, glanced provocatively from head to toe, then glared at me. So Hoai looked at the servant with an impatient expression: "She was confessed to, why do you ask me?" The servant smiled wryly and bowed his head: "So you haven't seen her, right? Young master, then we'll ask her to leave immediately." “No see.” So Hoai looked at me, as if interested: "Tran Du, why don't you eat? Don't like Western food? Tell them to bring up Chinese breakfast. Hey, if you don't like it, say so, don't be stupid, okay?" I immediately put the taro hashtag behind my head and started eating. Dao Mo Tuyet As if he didn't believe that So Hoai didn't see him, his face was pale and stunned. She seemed to have lost her mind, suddenly threw away the waiter's hand, rushed in, raised her hand to hit me: "Tran Du! On what basis did you prevent So Hoai from seeing me?" My mouth had not yet finished swallowing the king crab, when I looked up and saw her, extremely surprised. So Hoai reacted extremely quickly, immediately grabbed her wrist, not letting her touch me. So Hoai frowned, his whole body exuding cold anger: "Dao Mo Tuyet, what are you crazy about? It has nothing to do with Tran Du, I don't want to see you." Immediately, a servant stepped forward and cautiously observed So Hoai's face. They understood and quickly grabbed Dao Mo Tuyet and pulled her out. So Hoai ordered: "She is not my friend. If she comes to find me in the future, stop her." The servant bowed his head and responded respectfully. Dao Mo Tuyet's face was pale, as if she couldn't believe it. As she was being dragged away, she screamed and glared at me with hatred, her face was red with anger, looking extremely unsightly. I devoured my food for a while before realizing that So Hoai had not spoken for a long time. I secretly raised my head to look at him. Then I saw him supporting his chin with one hand, intently watching me eat. I suddenly felt extremely confused. This hotel is like a castle, the guests are all rich and noble, only I am a simple poor person. I wonder if I accidentally made a mistake at the dining table just now? I sneaked a glance at him again. So Hoai sat in the chair position, with several servants standing behind him, his posture was very leisurely. His broad shoulders leaned against the back of the red velvet chair, one arm rested on the chair's armrest, his clear eyes narrowed, looking at me, looking like he was in a very good mood. He didn't laugh at me, so I probably didn't lose face. I was just about to continue eating, when So Hoai suddenly spoke up, his tone carrying a cheerful tone: "What are you looking at me for?" I frantically blurted out: "Because you are so beautiful, so special, it makes me feel a bit distant." "Nonsense! Stop talking!" As if he had been electrocuted, he turned his face away, his cheeks seemed to turn red, his fingers unconsciously covered his ears, then he pretended that nothing happened, slid his hand to the back of his head, and stammered: "You! I really hate talking to an idiot like you the most! Well, it's not really that I hate it, it's just, how come... it's not even dark yet and you're already saying something like that - stop it!" I smiled and said nothing more. He talked awkwardly for a long time, then finally coughed a few times with a serious face, then returned to his usual arrogant look: "Hey, Tran Du, don't stay in that dorm anymore, isn't that cramped place uncomfortable to live in? Van The Hao Dinh is not far from your school, I have a villa there, tomorrow I will do the transfer procedures for you, you can move there." In that moment, my head was blank. There was only the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. Villa, for me? Give me… the villa? #cry because of happiness #thank you rich boss #soft rice is so delicious #we rich kids like it #my dear villa, see you tomorrow #what does it feel like to be blessed by our ancestors #honoring rich people who spread money #Truong Van Sam has made a fortune #God of Wealth, let's get started! I dreamily asked: "Is that villa red and blue?" He raised his eyebrows: “What?” I regained my composure and smiled brightly: "Ah, nothing! Okay, thank you, thank you, see you tomorrow!" So Hoai turned his head away, helplessly laughing.