Chapter 15 — I'm in charge of my own life

"Not." I speak frankly.

“It's because when you decided for me, you never thought about whether I was sad or not.”

“It's because you regret your car, but you find it obvious that my parents continue to wake up at 3 a.m. to work hard.”

“It's because you know clearly that I like you, but you use that love as a reason to think that I will definitely compromise.”

“And also…” I stared at him. "You and To Van Tinh love each other, but you still expect me to continue to serve as 'rear-guard' for both of you. These are the real reasons."

Bui Huc Ngon's face turned pale.

"I can fix it. In the future, I will ask you for your opinion first. In the future, I won't ask you to compile documents for us anymore. We can still be like before, okay?"

“Bui Huc Ngon.” I asked softly. “What was it like before?”

"I helped you with your homework and compiled materials for you. You forgot to bring your homework, I brought it to you. You and To Van Tinh quarreled, I was responsible for comforting both of you. You enjoyed my love, but you never reciprocated it. Of course you regret that 'before'."

His lips moved: "I'm not taking advantage of you."

“Then just pretend it's not true.” I don't want to argue about that word anymore. “Anyway, the result is still the same.”

Bui Huc Ngon's eyes suddenly turned red.

“We've known each other for ten years, is 200,000 really more important than ten years of love?”

That sentence, he finally uttered. I looked at him: "When you took away my 200,000, you didn't feel that this relationship of ten years was important." Bui Huc Ngon stood frozen in place, speechless for a long time. My mother walked out of the shop and pulled down half of the rolling door. “We are closed.” He finally turned around and left. Don't look back anymore. And me, too. 09 University admission day. To take me away, my parents took the initiative to close the shop for the first time for three days. Dad said, in his entire life, he only sent his daughter to college once. Selling a few less dumplings still won't starve to death. When the train started rolling, mother pulled out an egg boiled in tea from her bag. The egg shell has a small crack. Just like the day of the Poinsettia celebration party that day.

"The food on the train is not good. The food sold on the bus is expensive." She stuffed the egg into my hand. “Let's eat for now.”

I bowed my head and couldn't help but laugh. The phone screen was still showing the university's system. In the emergency contact section, the name Bui Huc Ngon has been deleted. I entered my mother's phone number. Relationship: Mother and son. Click Save. Outside the window, the familiar road continued to recede. The breakfast restaurant, school, and old dormitory quickly disappeared from sight. Mom leaned her head on the chair and fell asleep. Dad still held the admission notice, looking at it again and again, as if he couldn't see enough. I peeled the tea egg. The rich broth penetrates deep into the egg through every crack. Over the past ten years, I have always thought that understanding means asking for a little less, not fighting, not making a fuss; When others encounter difficulties, we must give a step. But until the day that 200,000 yuan was almost given away amid loud applause, I just realized: People who really love me will never assume that I can sacrifice because I seem strong. Never decide for me what I should lose. The train sped out of the district town. I didn't turn around to look. Nor do I feel like I've lost anyone. I just, finally re-entered my own name into my life, again. RUN OUT OF