Chapter 12 — I took my three children and left, and he regretted it

Niem An is in the house playing with two children. I closed the door. Stand with her in the alley. The mint pot in the corner of the wall has grown much larger. Lush green leaves. Gives off a cool, soothing fragrance.

“You say it.”

On Di Tinh took a deep breath.

“Canh Sam hasn't been doing well lately.”

“He refused a large cooperation project between our two families.”

“Once I got drunk.”

“Drive to this old alley on the East side.”

“Sit in the car all night.”

“Never got out of the car.”

She stopped. Complicated eyes.

“There's still a scar on his forehead.”

“You know what?”

“He absolutely refused to have surgery to remove the scar.”

“I asked why.”

“He just said…”

“Keeping it will help.”

Speaking of this. On Di Tinh's voice trembled slightly.

“Is he…”

“Do you regret it yet?”

I quietly listened to everything. There is no expression on the face.

“I didn't come here today to question you.”

On Di Tinh suddenly lowered his posture. There was a tremor in his voice.

“I just want to know.”

“What exactly happened between you two?”

“Why did he turn into this?”

“Apparently you two are divorced.”

“Obviously there is no more relationship.”

I looked at her. Calmly replied:

"The story between him and I ended the day we signed the divorce papers."

“How does he live now?”

“I'm not interested in knowing.”

“But he is interested in you!”

On Di Tinh's voice suddenly became sharper.

“When he was drunk, he called her name.”

“Your number is still saved in the phone.”

“There was also a bag of children's clothes in the car.”

“It's all brand new.”

“The label hasn't been removed yet.”

“It was all bought for his sons.”

My heart skipped a beat slightly. But his face still showed nothing.

“Miss Wen.”

I looked at the pot of mint on the old wall.

“If it were me.”

“I won't waste my thoughts on him right now.”

“Is he worth it or not.”

“Perhaps you understand better than I do.”

On Di Tinh smiled bitterly.

“Do you think I'm holding on to him?”

“Isn't that so?”

She was silent for a long time. The smell of wontons came from the end of the alley with the wind. Ms. Tran's voice echoed:

“The wontons are done!”

On Di Tinh raised his head. A feeling of liberation appeared in his eyes.

“You know what?”

“Sometimes I really envy you.”

I looked at her.

“At least when leaving.”

“You are so decisive.”

“And I…”

“Can't do it again.”

She turned and left. The sound of heels tapping on the blue stone floor. Sometimes fast sometimes slow. Gradually disappearing at the end of the alley. I pushed the door open and entered the house. Niem An is squatting on the floor. Patiently teach Niem So how to build a puzzle. Niem Du sat on the bed flipping through a cloth book. Drool wet an entire page. Hear the door open. Niem An raised her head.

“Is that girl coming again?”

“She likes dad, right?”

I stopped. Squat down in front of your child.

“How do you know?”

Niem An thought seriously. Then answer:

“Because when she looked at Dad's photo.”

“The look in my mother's eyes is exactly the same as when she looked at my father's photo.”

I was stunned. The child is only three and a half years old. But the expression right now doesn't look like a child at all. I pulled my child into my arms. For a moment I didn't know what to say. Evening at the convenience store. The hostess sat and browsed entertainment news again. While watching, suddenly cried:

"That Vice Group CEO seems to regret it after getting divorced!"

I still bowed my head and arranged the goods.

“Yes What else?”

The lady held out her phone.

“Paparazzi took pictures of him drunk in the middle of the night.”

“And tell you that…”

“‘I lost her.’”

“Tsk tusk tusk.”

“Men are like that.”

"If you have it in your hand, you don't know how to appreciate it."

"It's not until you die that you regret it."

“Deserve it!”

On the screen is a rather blurry secretly taken photo. Deputy Canh Sam sat on the sidewalk. The suit is wrinkled. Tilt your head back to drink. Next to her is Tham Quyen with a helpless expression. Trying to pull him up. The landlady rested her chin and asked:

“Is this kind of man worthy?”

I scanned the last item. Turn off the cash register. No hesitation. There are stories. Even if you want to avoid it, you can't avoid it. It was the weekend. I took three children to the park near my house. Niem An is building a sand castle in the play hole. Two twins sitting on a picnic rug. Play with rattles. And I sat next to him peeling tangerines. Niem An stood up. Wave your hand into the distance.

“Uncle Tham!”

I raised my head to look. Tham Quyen is standing on a small walkway in the park. Holding a Shiba dog in his hand. See us. He smiled and waved goodbye. The dog was excited as soon as he saw the children. Drag Tham Quyen to run this way. Then I saw it. Behind him there is another person. It's Deputy Canh Sam. He was wearing light gray casual clothes. Don't wear a tie. The whole person lost some of his usual coldness and sharpness. But those eyes... The moment I saw the two children on the carpet. Suddenly light up. Tham Quyen brought the dog. Squat down and shake fists with Niem An. The Shiba dog shook its tail continuously in front of the twins.