Chapter 9 — Half a month in Paris with Bach Nguyet Quang, he lost his wife and daughter

All the way here. I imagined a lot. Imagine that Tong Tu will become thinner. Will be emaciated. Will not live well. But when you really see it. He just discovered he was wrong. Tong Tu is not emaciated at all. Her mood is much better. More rosy skin. The eyes are also brighter. Especially that smile. The smile he hadn't seen for a long time. Not a gentle, pleasing smile. Not a forced smile. It's a real smile that comes from within. See that scene. Chau Duat An's heart suddenly ached. Leave me. She lives so well. So good that it makes him feel redundant. He sat in the car for a long time. Don't dare step down. First time in my life. The man who was always absolutely confident felt scared. He was afraid to see her cold eyes. Afraid of hearing the word divorce. Even more afraid to face the truth. Tong Tu really doesn't need him anymore. While he was still hesitating. Bao Bao suddenly dropped the small ball. The ball rolls on the grass. Roll straight towards the car. The girl staggered along. Tong Tu was just about to stand up. A figure was faster. Chau Duat An opened the car door. Bend down to pick up the ball. That movement made him freeze. Because this is the first time. He proactively did something related to his daughter. Bao Bao raised his head. Dark eyes looked at him. The girl is not afraid of strangers. On the contrary, I'm curious. One big and one small looked at each other. No one said anything. Bao Bao suddenly laughed. Revealing a few small newly grown teeth. Chau Duat An's heart felt like it was stabbed by something. Also very painful. He sat down quietly. Bring the ball in front of your child.

“Yours?”

Bao Bao happily nodded. Then hold the ball in your arms. Then tilted her head to look at him. The voice of a young child. Making Chau Duat An's heart tremble violently. A bitter feeling spread throughout my chest. He was just about to speak. Then I heard a woman's voice from behind. He turned his head. Tong Tu was standing a few steps away. Four eyes looked at each other. Time seemed to stop. Three months without seeing each other. The woman in front of her was still very familiar. But also very strange. There is no longer the gentleness and carefulness of the past. No more eyes always directed at him. She stood there. It's like completely stepping out of that marriage. Bao Bao happily opened his arms. I stepped forward. Pick up your baby. Then look at Chau Duat An.

“I found it.”

That was the first thing I said. Not surprising. Not angry. Because I've known for a long time. With your ability. It's just a matter of time. Chau Duat An looked at me for a long time. Voice a bit hoarse.

“Are you living well?”

I smiled slightly. Three simple words. But it made his face turn a little pale. Because he realized. I'm not lying. I really live very well. Without you. Still alive and well. A spring wind blew. My hair fluttered slightly. Bao Bao lies in my heart. Have fun playing with the ball. That scene is so beautiful that people can't bear to destroy it. Chau Duat An looked at his daughter. His eyes softened.

“She's grown up.”

“Do you know how to call someone?”

I bowed my head to look at my child. Smiling softly.

“I know.”

“Know how to call mom.”

“Know how to call aunt.”

“Know how to call grandma.”

Every single sentence. They are all like countless small needles. Silently stabbed into Chau Duat An's heart. Because from start to finish. I did not mention the word three. And you don't have the right to ask. The air becomes quiet. A while later. Bao Bao suddenly looked at Chau Duat An. Big round eyes blinked. Then pointed at him. A young voice rang out:

“Who are you looking for?”

That moment. The world seemed completely silent. Chau Duat An's hand trembled slightly. My heart hurts so much that I can barely breathe. His biological daughter. Call me uncle. Not three. I missed the times when my child learned to roll over. Missed your baby's first teething. Missed the first time my baby learned to crawl. Even the title of fatherhood. I lost it too. Chau Duat An's eyes turned red. But in the end, I could only bow my head. A smile is more unsightly than crying.

“I'm looking for someone.”

Bao Bao asked curiously: He raised his head. His eyes stopped on me. I replied hoarsely:

“The one you lost.”

After meeting at the park. Chau Duat An did not appear again. At least on the surface. But I know. I'm still around. Because every time Bao Bao goes for a routine check-up.