Chapter 27 — He promised to pick me up three months later

“Duong Duong, do you still want to remarry in the future?” At that time, I was checking the books. Hearing that sentence, my pen stopped. "Do you think you should remarry?" He shook his head. "I just asked... do you want it or not?" I smiled. "I don't want to." "At least not now." "Now, every morning when I wake up, you know what to do." "Days like that... are very good." Tham Lam Chu also smiled. "That's good." Half a month later. Bui Nghien came to see me one last time. He stood outside Hoe Hoa alley, not entering. When the gatekeeper came in to report, I was teaching a young lady to write her own name. I thought for a while, and finally went out to meet him. Bui Nghien is even thinner than before. He no longer had the brocade box in his hand. There are also no more letters. Wearing only a simple white outfit, standing quietly outside the shadow of the pomegranate tree. "Chieu Duong, tomorrow I will leave the capital." I nodded slightly. "Take care." He smiled bitterly. "You came to ask me where I was going... didn't you ask?" "It has nothing to do with me, I didn't ask." The pain in the bottom of his eyes welled up. But he did not continue to meddle. "Previously, I thought that after three months, I would welcome you back to the Marquis Palace, that would give you back your face." "Later I learned..." "You leaving me... is the real face." I did not answer. Bui Nghien looked at me, his voice very soft. "If there is an afterlife..." I interrupted him. "There is no afterlife." "Even if there really is... I don't want to see you again." His face turned even whiter. A long time later, he took a step back, bowed solemnly to me. "Sorry." I calmly accepted the bow. "These three words... I accept." "But no forgiveness." His eye sockets turned red. Finally... He turned and walked into the long street. This time... I never looked back. Late spring. Pomegranate flowers bloom. The whole tree was red like fire. I stood in the yard, watching the new female workers carry each batch of embroidered goods out one by one. Thai Linh smiled and ran over. "Miss, the palace has placed an order again." "This time we need a hundred bags of incense." I took the book. Sunlight falls on each page. The handwriting appears clearly. I suddenly remembered the retirement letter from three months ago. It used to be like a knife, cutting me out of my old dream. But after the wound closed into a scar... I realized it. It turns out... I was never the one left behind. I... was the last one to step out. I raised my head to look at the pomegranate tree in full bloom. "Thai Linh." "Let's also rent the shop next to the embroidery workshop tomorrow." "We'll open a women's school." Thai Linh was stunned. Immediately after that, she smiled, her eyes were red. "Yes, Dong Gia." The wind blew gently through Hoe Hoa alley. A pomegranate petal fell into my palm. I gently grasped that red color. Then gently smiled. From now on... I will be the place to return to. (END OF FULL TEXT)