Chapter 17 — I Don't Believe That Humanity Has Gray Heads

"Are you in pain?" Tham Tranh shook his head, placing his chin on his child's soft hair. "Father is just tired." "Then you should sleep for a while. Lan Nhi will stay here with you." Lan Nhi... He tried his best, but in the end he still couldn't give this child a complete family, a complete love. Tham Tranh suddenly spoke, his voice was very light: "If father is no longer there, you must grow up well. Listen to your nanny, listen to sir. In the future... become an upright, honest person." When spring came, he could not get out of bed, all day he was in a daze, waking up and sleeping. "Van Tu, take care." He wrote down the words she had said when they first met: "I wish you good luck on this trip." Those were the words she said when seeing him off. from the hospital after saving him. Then he turned to look at her and thought to himself: Such a beautiful woman, I must marry her as my wife. Tham Tranh folded the letter and handed it to the bodyguard: "After I die, burn it. No need to send it." The bodyguard red-eyed and knelt down: "General..." "Go." Tham Tranh waved his hand, no longer able to say more. Spring in Jiangnan must be very beautiful. She... She must be living a very good life. He closed his eyes. The night many years ago at the border appeared before my eyes. She held a lantern and stood in front of the medical shop door, waiting for him. Seeing him return covered in blood, she was both angry and worried, bandaging him and shedding tears. He said: "Van Tu, when I finish this battle, I will definitely use ten miles of red makeup to marry you." She said: "I don't need ten miles of red makeup. I just need you to return safely." "Tham Tranh." He tried to open his eyes, wanting to see that figure one more time. But there is only a dark area ahead. On the fifth day of the third month, Tran Bac general Tham Tranh died in his palace, at the age of thirty-three. When the news reached Jiangnan, it was already late spring. Another spring passed, Giang Van Tu and A Dien got married. On the night of the wedding ceremony, A Dien nervously held her hand and softly asked: "Van Tu, do you regret it?" Giang Van Tu shook his head: "A Dien, I have made many decisions in this life. But marrying you is the decision I do not regret the most." A Dien smiled, her eyes seemed to have tears. There are people who come and go. There are loves that are born and then die. It's all over. It's all over. Those who are still alive must continue to move forward. She also has to hold the hand of the person she loves and walk until she is truly gray.