Chapter 9 — I took my three children and left, and he regretted it

The hospital hallway is very long. The smell of antiseptic and medical alcohol mixed together. Makes people's hearts become heavy for no reason. Go to the front door of the surveillance room. Tham Quyen stopped walking. Small voice:

“Go in by yourself.”

“I'm standing out here.”

I nodded. Push the door and step in. Deputy Canh Sam lies on a hospital bed. His forehead was covered with gauze. I can still faintly see the blood stains. He closed his eyes. Both eyebrows furrowed tightly. Lips dry to chapped. The left hand is receiving fluids. The right hand unconsciously tightened the corner of the blanket. That's the sleeping position that I used to be extremely familiar with. I stood by the bed. Quietly look at him. Then he raised his hand to adjust the skewed corner of the blanket. The fingertips just touched the edge of the blanket. He had suddenly opened his eyes. Four eyes looked at each other. The moment I realized it was me. Pho Canh Sam's pupils immediately shrank. He grabbed my hand. The strength was so strong that it was not like someone who had just gone through an accident.

“I'm here.”

he said. I tried to withdraw my hand. Impossible. Finally had to give up. Sit down in the chair next to you.

“It's not like I wanted to come.”

I said calmly.

“It was Shen Quyen who asked me to come.”

Deputy Canh Sam did not let go. The thumb gently stroked the back of my hand.

“Hot search story...”

His voice was hoarse.

“On Di Tinh is not my girlfriend.”

“It was just a social party that day.”

“You don't need to explain to me.”

“But I want to explain.”

He stubbornly looked at me. There was clear regret in his eyes.

“Divorce matter…”

“It's because I didn't think carefully.”

I quietly listened to everything. Then little by little I withdrew my hand from his.

“Since when have you not thought carefully?”

I looked straight into his eyes.

“Is it the day Wen Di Tinh returns?”

“Or the moment your car crashed into the guardrail?”

Deputy Canh Sam opened his mouth. But couldn't say a word. I stood up. Push the chair back to its original position.

“Deputy Canh Sam.”

“There is no medicine for regret in this world.”

“I signed the divorce papers for real.”

“But this path of divorce is your own choice.”

“You were the one who chose to let me leave.”

“I'm leaving now.”

“I'm starting to regret it again.”

I turned around and walked out. When going to the door. I heard someone behind me calling my name.

“To Van…”

The voice was so low it was almost inaudible. I don't turn around. Also don't stop. Outside in the hallway. Tham Quyen had just extinguished his cigarette and quickly walked over.

“How's it going?”

He asked impatiently.

“His condition is not serious either.”

“You take care of him.”

“I have to go home.”

“The children are about to wake up.”

Shen Quyen was about to stop me.

“Sister-in-law, actually Canh Sam he…”

“Shenzhen.”

I looked at him.

“Call me To Van.”

He was stunned. After a while, he laughed bitterly. On the way, catch a taxi back to the small alley. The sun has just risen. The sunrise passes through the canopy of sycamore trees. Sparkles fell onto the car window. The phone vibrates. It's a message from Deputy Canh Sam. Just three short words.

“Sorry.”

I took a quick look. Then put the phone back in your pocket. Raise your head and say to the driver:

“Driver, let me get off at the beginning of the alley.”

After Deputy Canh Sam was discharged from the hospital. Life finally calmed down for a few days. I thought so. I thought this was the end of everything. But life never happens the way people want. That afternoon, I was sitting at home stringing beads to earn extra income when the phone rang. It was Niem An's homeroom teacher calling. As soon as I picked up the phone, I heard the teacher's somewhat urgent voice:

“Hello Ms. To Van, can you come to school once?”

“Nien An fought with a friend in class.”

I immediately put down the pile of seeds in my hand and ran away. At that moment, Ms. Tran was sitting outside the alley, wrapping wontons. Seeing that my face was not okay, she didn't ask much.

“Is there something wrong with Niem An?”

“I'm going to school for a bit.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

Ms. Tran immediately accepted the twins.

“Let me look after the children.”

Kindergarten is not far away. I ran for nearly ten minutes to get there. Just walked into the teacher's room. Saw Niem An standing in the corner. There was a scratch left on his face by a fingernail. The collar is pulled to one side. The baby didn't cry. Both hands clenched into fists. Just like an angry lion cub. Opposite is a couple. The man dressed politely. The woman is hugging a chubby boy. The boy's forehead was swollen. Crying so much that snot smeared all over my face. Just saw me. The woman immediately raised her voice:

“You are his mother, right?”

“Your son beat my son like this!”

“Tell me how to solve it?”

I didn't pay attention to her. Go straight in front of Niem An. Squat down. Look at the wound on your child's face. Then softly asked:

“Why are you fighting?”