Chapter 3 — If There's One Day Left to Love

This one sentence made my eyes widen: "What?" I pointed at myself, then pointed at him: "Me? Me and you?" Lam Da's eyes slightly averted: "Yes." I blurted out: "But I don't like flower boys. Besides being handsome and having money, I don't see any other advantages in you..." My mouth was faster than my brain. If I accidentally spoke the truth, I immediately covered my mouth with my hand. Lam Da immediately "broke his defense line": "Something that has no other advantages besides appearance and money! Isn't that my greatest advantage?!" He angrily left, forgetting his jacket. The cold wind rushed in from the open door. I rubbed my arms, walked over, closed the door and locked it. It started snowing outside again. I decided to take a hot bath to warm my body. In the bathroom, hot water poured down, steam rising. I stood under the shower, closed my eyes, and Lam Da's words suddenly rang out in my head: "You broke up with him... because of money?" It's... but not really. 7 Lang Dieu and I can reluctantly be considered childhood sweethearts. When I was thirteen years old, my family went bankrupt and the whole family moved into a dilapidated apartment complex. A happy, peaceful family fell apart overnight. My father still dreamed of reviving his business, running around borrowing money. The few remaining assets were wiped out, and the money invested was eventually lost. Even though her family situation was deteriorating, my mother still refused to give up her "rich lady" persona. As long as someone cleverly deceives her, she swipes her card and buys a bunch of useless things. Parents who were once open and loving towards each other quickly turned into a resentful couple. There are arguments in the house every day, sometimes bringing up old stories, sometimes blaming each other. I didn't even have money to pay for the class fund, so the teacher called me to the office to talk. I called my mother and begged my mother to transfer 222 yuan to the class fund. Everyone in the office heard her scolding me loudly over the phone. Before I could recover, someone ran to tell me the news. There were several people blocking me outside the school gate. They were all my father's creditors, and everyone had a very unfriendly look on their faces. From then on, I was famous throughout school. In this small place, everyone knows that I am the daughter of a "debt defaulter". Throughout my middle school years, even into high school, I was always isolated or bullied. Having no friends, no one to play with, my academic achievements plummeted miserably. When I got home, what awaited me was not the sound of arguing but the sound of women crying. Over time, when arguing became meaningless, they turned me into a place to vent their anger. At that time, my biggest dream was to quickly grow up and escape this family. Ironically, in the area there is also an "unlucky person" like me. Lang Dieu is on the third floor, a "stepchild" whose mother remarried. It is said that his mother and stepfather are the type of "broken mirror made whole", first love reunited. The man brings two children, the woman brings one, and then after marriage gives birth to another child. {Read full at Van Ha Tuong page} Too many children, not enough money to raise them, so give the wife's stepchild to someone else. It says "giving", but actually it means receiving money from people. Lang Dieu was "sold" three times, but each time he secretly returned after a while. The first time Lang Dieu escaped, his mother hid him, not allowing his adoptive parents to come and take him away again. Everyone thinks they have a "conscience "awakened", but waiting for everything to calm down, this family found another "kind" house. So Lang Dieu was sold a second time, the following year, he ran back by himself. The road back home was arduous, but luckily he was lucky, a couple helped him. They took him home, then returned to visit some time later. Coincidentally, as soon as he arrived, he saw the scene of Lang Dieu about to be "sold" again. It is said that at that time, he hugged his leg tightly. mother, crying sadly, begged her not to take her away. But she held her youngest son in her arms, wiped her tears, said she was miserable, then kicked him out, urging him to quickly go home with his "new parents" who were university lecturers and had been married for many years but had no children. From the neighbors' gossip, they knew about Lang Dieu's situation on the spot Instead, he directly took Lang Dieu away. He thought that from then on, his stepfather took the whole family back to his hometown to pay homage to his ancestors. On the way back, they had a serious car accident - his stepfather and two children died on the spot, Lang Dieu's mother had both legs amputated from the thigh down, and the youngest brother was lucky to survive After being adopted, Lang Dieu's mother immediately thought that she still had a son who was living happily. So she dragged her disabled body along, took her youngest son who was acting like a devil, and sat in front of Lang Dieu's adoptive parents' house every day, crying, begging them to return their son to her. In addition, Lang Dieu's household registration had never moved. My house is on the sixth floor, Lang Dieu's house is on the third floor. Every time I pass by his house, I often hear his mother scolding or grumbling. Lang Dieu is always silent, his long bangs cover his gloomy eyes. He goes to the same school as me, has no friends, is always alone. The random "symphony" of this entire apartment complex. Everyone who passed by us stayed far away, as if afraid of catching some scary virus. The only thing that made Lang Dieu luckier than me was that he was a rare "seed" in the school, so no one dared to bully him. Being neighbors and classmates for many years, Lang Dieu and I had never talked to each other until the university entrance exam At the end of the exam, I was so miserable that I only had enough points to get into a third-rate college in a remote area. My father looked at the transcript, slapped me and told me that I didn't need to study anymore. He found a "well-off family" - the son of a factory owner - and took me to see him, preparing to get married. That guy was as fat as a pig, and his food was all over the floor. Just because he couldn't eat the food he liked, he got angry on the spot. He stomped his feet and called his mother, crying loudly. His parents coaxed him and laughed, explaining that their child was "a bit childish". often. They also said that if he and I were compatible and got married, they would give us 260,000 yuan in bride price, a house and a car. Just hearing those numbers made my parents go crazy. They locked me in the house, confiscated all means of communication, controlled my actions, and did not let me step out. It is clear that he is determined to push through this marriage. I was detained for half a month, so I pretended to be obedient to lower their guard. While they were socializing and getting drunk that night, I secretly took money and documents from the house, waited until midnight when everyone was asleep, then opened the door and ran out. When going down the stairs, my steps were light and my heart trembled with each beat. I'm just afraid they will suddenly wake up and find me and drag me back. Down to the third floor, the next door opened. I paused for a few seconds, standing still on the stairs. He wore a simple backpack, glanced at me, then looked warily towards his house. Lang Dieu raised his index finger and put it to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. Then, he gently closed the door and quickly walked out. It was after four in the morning, he went first, I followed. At the intersection, I couldn't help but ask: "Where are you going?" Under the streetlight, Lang Dieu stopped and turned around. “Escape,” he said. “Le Kien Tinh, do you want to come along?” “Le Kien Tinh, let's talk.” After I got out of the shower, I saw two missed calls on my phone, both from the same person - Lang Dieu. As soon as I unlocked the screen, a new message appeared: Lang Dieu: I'm at your door. You're back again? What else do you want to do? Is it possible that there are still some cruel sentences that haven't been said yet, so I deliberately came here to finish them?