Chapter 19 — Husband's Death Certificate

I don't look at her. The day the verdict was announced, it rained heavily. Tham Nghien, with many crimes combined, was sentenced to a very heavy sentence. Trieu Minh Vien also could not escape. The people involved were dealt with one by one. The propaganda bulletin board "Hero in the sea of fire of Tham Nghien" in front of the branch gate was removed. The new bulletin board was replaced with a warning message about the incident in the West. In the middle position, there is no longer Tham Nghien. There is Luu Thuan. There were team members who actually rushed into the sea of fire to save people that day. And there is also a saying. Heroes are not a canvas to hide evil. I stood in the rain and finished watching. Co Thua An stood next to me holding an umbrella. "Let's go." "Where to go?" “Find the master.” I turned my head to look at him. “Do you still remember?” “My memory is quite good about the things you said.” We found the fortune telling booth at the end of the old street. The master, fatter than five years ago, was holding a thermos and drinking tea. I stood in front of the stall. He raised his head and looked at me, the vase in his hand almost fell to the ground. “Miss, are you coming again?” I pulled out a wad of cash and placed it on his desk. “Five years ago, I kicked over your stall, pay you back.” The master stared at the money, not daring to take it. “Your husband…” “He's dead.” He swallowed. “I said that year…” I interrupted him. “Not the right fortune teller.” The master was stunned. I said: "He brought his own death." Co Thua An standing next to him couldn't help but turn his head away and laugh. The master looked at me, then looked back at him. “So what do you want to see today?” I thought for a moment. “See your future career.” Co Thua An glanced at me. The master pretended to knuckle his fingers for a long time. "Lady's path from now on will not be narrow. It's just that her temper must be restrained. It's too hard and can easily break." I withdrew a note. “This sentence is not correct, deduct money.” The master was frantic. “Why is it not correct?” I said: "It's because I'm hard that I don't break." Co Thua An tilted the umbrella towards me a little more. The master looked at him again. “Do you want to see this sir?” Co Thua An said: "See." I asked: “What do you see?” He looked at me. “Fate.” The master immediately regained his spirit. "In your heart, sir, there is someone you love." Co Thua An said: "Yes." The master said again: "But the other side is not easy to pursue." Co Thua An said: "I saw it." I looked at him. “Group leader Co, being superstitious is not advisable.” “I'm just listening to people's opinions,” he said. The master patted the table. "Sir, we can't rush this matter. We have to accompany, we have to wait, we have to be thick-skinned." Co Thua An nodded. “Please accept the instructions.” I turned around and walked away. He covered his umbrella and chased after him. The rain pattered on the umbrella's surface, the sound was very dense. Each light on the old street lit up one by one. I asked: "Do you really want to pursue it?" Co Thua An said: "Please allow me to apply." “I don't want to fall in love now.” “Information received.” “Maybe I won't want to for a long time.” “It can wait.” “What if we can't wait?” He put the umbrella handle into my hand, leaving half of his bare shoulder exposed to the rain. “That doesn't count as a loss.” "Why?" “At least this time, I'm on your side.” I held the umbrella handle tightly, saying nothing. Rainwater flows along the sidewalk, washing away all the dust on the ground. I suddenly remembered that death certificate. I still keep it in a drawer. The seal is bright red, the paper is smooth. Once, I relied on it to nail Tham Nghien into the coffin of the law. Now, it's just a piece of paper. I will keep it. To remind myself. Don't ever make yourself live like a widow again because of anyone.