Chapter 6 — I Posted My Wife's Photo, and This Happened

He walked in and quickly scanned the overall situation. Wife is cursing son-in-law — Normal. The girl is watching a comedy show — Normal. The old son-in-law is sitting in the corner — Wait. The moment my father saw Quy Trach Vien, his steps stopped. Quy Trach Vien also saw him. The two men's eyes met in midair. There are no words. There was no nod. There wasn't even a change in facial expression. But the things that flowed in those eyes that met each other were richer than any words. It is a feeling that transcends age, transcends status, transcends time — Deep sympathy. My father withdrew his gaze and walked to Co Bac Than's side. He placed the plastic bag on the chair, took out a box of urgo from inside, a tube of Yunnan Bach Duoc spray and two eggs boiled in tea.

“Let's eat something first.”

Co Bac Than looked at my father, his lips trembling.

“Dad…”

“Um.”

My father patted his shoulder. That pat on the shoulder was very light, very deep, very complex. Inside there is comfort, sympathy, and experience. And there was the survival wisdom that had been forged into steel during thirty years of an abusive marriage with my mother. He sat down next to Co Bac Than. Two men sit next to each other, one tall, one short, one old and one young. My father peeled an egg and gave it to him. Co Bac Than received it, his hands still shaking.

“Dad, are you and my mother… the same?”

My father was silent for three seconds.

“Once you get used to it, it will be fine.”

Just four words. Push a thousand pounds lightly. Co Bac Than lowered his head to nibble on the egg, two lines of tears silently rolling down his bruised cheeks. Not because of pain. But because he saw his own appearance thirty years later. At this time, Ms. Lam Tue saw Quy Trach Vien. Her expression immediately changed from fierce and murderous to gentle and kind, the speed at which she turned her face sent chills down the spines of all those present.

"Is that Tieu Quy? Aren't you in the Hai Dien branch? Why did you transfer here?"

Quy Trach Vien stood up and respectfully replied: "Hello, Auntie Lam. I moved here last year."

"Hey, long time no see! You're feeling sick —"

“No auntie, I'm getting fat.”

He's really gotten fat. Four years after the breakup, with no one chasing him, he could finally eat a decent meal in peace. Weight increased from 65 to 75 kilograms. The face is also round. Mrs. Lam Tue tsk tsk twice and patted Quy Trach Vien's arm.

"That year, being my daughter wasn't right. You were a good child. Look, now you're a police officer, you have great potential."

The corner of Quy Trach Vien's mouth twitched: "...Thank you, aunt." Mrs. Lam Tue turned to look at Co Bac Than.

"Look at someone else's Tieu Quy. That year, when he was beaten, he didn't even report it to the police. As for you, it's fine. Even if you had a small problem the size of a pepper, you still took your body to the station."

Co Bac Than was stunned. He was still holding half an egg in his mouth, forgetting to chew it. He turned his head to look at Quy Trach Vien, his eyes filled with resentment - Brother, you didn't call the police that year not because you were generous, but because you were afraid, right? Quy Trach Vien gently shook his head. The amplitude of that head shaking was extremely small, only Co Bac Than could see it. Translated, it means: Don't ask anymore, it's all tears. My father stood next to me without saying a word, quietly peeling another egg for himself. He took a bite, chewed twice, then sighed softly into the air. That sigh was very light. But all three men who had been "physically impacted" by the Lam family's women were present and heard it. Tieu Vuong could no longer write minutes. Not because the content is complicated. But because he doesn't know how to classify it.

“Director,” He walked to the office door, lowered his voice, “Is this case… is it a family dispute or a serial case, boss?”