Chapter 8 — Good Hours Don't Wait For You

I didn't continue to look at him, turned around and walked into the hallway. Giang Nghien put a scarf on my shoulder and asked in a low voice: "Are you cold?" I shook my head. He also didn't ask me if I was sad or not. Just hold my hand. I turned my head to look back. Luc Thua An still stood in place. The wind blew through the leaves of the sycamore, falling leaves covered his shoulders. But there was no longer any wavering in my heart. For some people, missing out is missing out. It's not like just saying a word of regret can bring back the eight hours and fifty-eight minutes of that day. … As for Tong Loan Loan, her following days were not at all pleasant. She and I work in the same company. On the day of the wedding, I invited a few colleagues with quite good relationships. At first I wanted them to witness my happiness. Unexpectedly, they witnessed another joke. The groom, waiting for the bridesmaids to apply makeup, almost missed the bride's auspicious moment. The bridesmaid sat in front of a room full of relatives to erase her eyeliner and then redraw it. In the end, the bride went with another man. This is so absurd. It was so absurd that after returning to the company, colleagues were completely unable to keep it a secret. At first there were only people secretly chatting in the break area. "Have you heard the story yet? Tong Loan Loan pulled a trick at To Niem's wedding." “Not only did I hear about it, I was also there.” “She forced the groom to help her with the makeup bag, and said her eyeliner was smudged and had to be re-applied.” "The bride's auspicious hour is only a few minutes away, she still wants to erase it and redraw it." “Oh my god, does she have a problem?” “The best thing is that the groom actually stands and waits for her.” “I see that those two are definitely not pure.” Those words spread very quickly. In less than half a day, the whole company knew. At first, Tong Loan Loan still tried to justify. She sat at work, her eyes red and said: "It's not what everyone thinks." “I'm just a bridesmaid, I want to look a little presentable.” "Luc Thua An and I are friends. What's the problem if he holds my bag for a while?" Someone immediately laughed coldly: "Friends?" "Can friends force the groom to wait for her to do makeup on someone else's wedding day?" “You need face, but the bride doesn't need face?” Someone else said: "It's not that your eyeliner is smudged, it's that your facial skin is too thick, the eyeliner can't cover it." Tong Loan Loan was so angry that her whole body trembled. “How can people say that to me?” "It was To Niem who impulsively abandoned the wedding, so why blame me?" After those words were uttered, no one was on her side. Because everyone knows I didn't run away from the wedding. I quoted the price on time. Just change to another groom. Someone in the company sent a short video from the wedding scene to a private chat group. In the video, Tong Loan Loan sits in front of the mirror, slowly applying makeup. Luc Thua An stood next to her, holding a pink makeup bag for her. As for me, I stood in front of the door wearing a wedding dress, the faces of all the relatives in the room were extremely unsightly. That image is too intuitive. So intuitive that all of Tong Wanwan's explanations became jokes. After that, she found the leader and told her colleagues to isolate her. The leader only asked one question: "Is the person in the video you?" Tong Loan Loan could not answer. A few days later, she submitted her resignation. It was said that on the day she quit her job, she hadn't finished packing her things before running away crying. When my colleague texted me, I was on the plane on my honeymoon. She said: 【Nien Niem, Tong Loan Loan quit her job.】 【Everyone in the company said she was shameless, she couldn't continue to stay.】 I took a look and answered: 【I know.】 Then turned off the phone. Giang Nghien leaned closer: "Who is that?" "Colleague." “Say what?” “Tell Tong Loan Loan to quit.” Giang Nghien said "oh", completely uninterested: "What does it have to do with us whether she quits her job or not?" I laughed: "That's true." He pulled the blanket over me: "Go to sleep for a while." “I'll call you when I get there.” The plane passed through the clouds. Sunlight shines on the door

airplane book. I leaned on Giang Nghien's shoulder and closed my eyes. This time, I no longer dreamed of that chaotic wedding room, nor did I dream of the pink makeup bag in Luc Thua An's hand. I dreamed about the old house when I was young. One summer afternoon, the sound of cicadas rang out. Giang Nghien stopped his bicycle downstairs, raised his head and called me: "To Niem, come down here." “I'll take you out for ice cream.” I crawled on the windowsill and asked him: "My mother doesn't let me eat cold food." He raised his head and smiled: "Then I'll eat, you'll watch." I angrily threw the eraser down on him. He caught it and smiled even happier. When I woke up, the plane had landed. Giang Nghien tilted his head and looked at me: "What did you dream about?" I said: "I dreamed that when I was a child, you deserved to be beaten." He raised his eyebrows: "So do you want to fight now?" I looked at him: "We have to see your expression." He smiled, took my hand: "Okay." “I will continue to show off.” …