Chapter 13 — I Wrote My Name In Jinghua

I thought for a long time.

“Maybe I'll lose longer.”

“But I hope…”

“I will still keep the evidence.”

“I will still go find someone to ask for help.”

“Still will not sign that false admission form.”

Another student asked:

“Do you still hate Zhou Qian Qian?”

“I used to hate.”

“What now?”

“Now I would rather spend time with the living.”

“Hatred does not help patients stop bleeding.”

"Nor do we help the person who was cheated get their name back."

“But evidence, rules and action do.”

The sharing session ended. There was a girl chasing me out. She gave me an application for a grade review. Saying that his sister's wishes were also unusual.

“I don't know who to look for.”

I received the paper. Take her to the student support center. Then call Diep Tri Thu. On the other end of the line, she immediately scolded:

“Again?”

“Okay, take a photo of the documents and send them to me.”

I laughed. The glass at the end of the hallway reflects my shadow. White blouse. Work card. There was also my mother's fountain pen in my pocket. They once hung a student card around my neck that said "741 points". I want me to forever remember that humiliation. And now— There is also a series of numbers on my business card. Is the doctor's practice code. The number is not wrong. The name is not wrong either. When I entered the support center— The girl was still crying. I gave her a piece of paper.

“Write the timeline clearly first.”

“Deal with each problem one by one.”

After being released from prison, Chu Thien Thien came to the hospital to look for me. She stood in the examination hall. Wear a normal jacket. In his hand, he clutched a brown paper bag. The security guard asked me if I needed to chase her away. I looked at the line of patients lining up.

“Let her wait until I get off work.”

Late in the evening— Chu Qian Qian sat on a bench in the hospital. The whole person was much quieter than that year.

“Jiang Kien Nguyet…”

“I didn't come to ask for your forgiveness.”

I didn't reply. She gave me the paper bag.

“Before my mother died…”

“She cleaned the old house and found another piece of paper.”

“I know I'm not in a position to keep it.”

The piece of paper is very small. Only half a line of text remains.

“If you're tired... then raise your head and look at the moon.”

It's my brother's handwriting. I carefully placed the piece of paper in the iron box. Chu Thien Thien looked at my movements. The rim of the eye gradually turns red.

“Before, I always thought…”

“If only my dad can get the best for me…”

“Then of course I should have it.”

“Later in there…”

“Trieu Niem's father once wrote me a letter.”

“He didn't scold me.”

“Before his daughter jumped down…”

“Have you ever begged others like you?”

Having said this, she fell silent.

“How do you answer?”

“I don't have the face to answer.”

The loudspeaker in the hall called my name. The patient's family is looking for him. I stood up. Chu Thien Thien also stood up.

“Jiang Kien Nguyet…”

“Will you hate me for the rest of your life?”

I looked at her.

“I won't spend my whole life on you.”

“But the things you did…”

“Will always follow you.”

“I didn't force you to bring it.”

“But you left it behind.”

Chu Thien Thien nodded slightly. Walking alone into the dark night. I didn't see her off. The nurse came running.

“Doctor Giang!”

“The emergency room needs you!”

I locked the iron box in the closet. Put on your mask. Then walk quickly back emergency room side. Many people have asked me— What did those three letters from home actually say? My father wrote that the mountain road at the rescue scene was very difficult to navigate. Wrote that what he was most afraid of was me trying to act strong and then skipping meals. My mother wrote that the hospital lights were always on until midnight. She wrote that she hoped that one day I would stand in a brighter place. My brother wrote that the wind at the border is very strong. Writes that he learned how to sew buttons for his teammates. Write that every time the moon rises... He will remember the little girl who crawled on the window sill waiting for him to come home. They never asked me to become a great person. They never expected me to become a great person. Leaving me with only the most normal expectations. Eat well. Study well. Just keep moving forward. The most hateful thing about Chu Hoai Dan and those people... It's not just that they took away my admission. It's about trampling those normal expectations— And then forcing me to admit that it was my fault. But I never admitted it. So many years later, during Qingming period— I brought new letters to the cemetery. Diep Tri Thu. Chung Ninh. Trieu Duc Hai. All come. Trieu Duc Hai placed his daughter's little rabbit in front of the tombstone. He said softly:

“Nien Niem now has many younger brothers and sisters…”

“Supported by her education fund.”

Diep Tri Thu put down the bouquet of flowers.

“Uncle, aunt, brother…”

“Everyone can rest assured.”

“Kien Nguyet is very fierce now.”

“No one dares to bully him anymore.”

I looked at her helplessly.

“Don't say nonsense in front of my parents.”