Chapter 7 — Khuong Niem woke up dreaming

"Of course, I've heard a bit about you selling your life for the company these past few years. It's been hard!" The expression on her face was like being hit hard with a hammer. Her pupils suddenly constricted, her lips trembled slightly, as if the words "it's been hard" made her more uncomfortable than any insult. She said nothing more, stood up and staggered away. From then on, To Duong no longer looked for me. 14 Under my meticulous training, Nhiem Nhiem was accepted by Berklee Academy of Music ahead of schedule. The day she received her acceptance letter, she hugged me and cried for a long time, saying mom, I can finally go to Golden Hall to play the piano for you. Before the turning point of house prices going down appeared, I sold three real estate properties in my name one after another, seemingly enjoying the benefits of the times. Holding that large sum of money in my hand, my heart is steadier than ever. At Nhiem Nhiem's first public performance at Berklee, I brought my parents to see her. The plane landed, as soon as I opened my phone, messages from my friends jumped in. Just a few simple words left me stunned for a long time. "Tham Duat and To Duong are dead." I stared at the screen, not moving for a long time. My friend said, after the divorce, Tham Duat was depressed for a very long time. Later, To Duong sought him out, not sure if it was because he wanted to come back or to ask for money. In short, after the two met, they broke up in unhappiness. To Duong's pre-cancerous damage was ultimately unstoppable and turned into cancer. On the day her illness was confirmed, she made an appointment to meet Tham Duat one last time. No one knows what she was thinking at that time. They only know that the car drove off the road around the mountain and fell down the cliff. By the time the rescue team found them, the two people were no longer breathing. She used the most brutal method to end the relationship between them. I sighed softly, put the phone in my pocket. "Mom! Grandpa, grandma!" Nhiem Nhiem ran from afar, her whole body like a happy little bird jumping into my arms. Her parents rubbed Nhiem Nhiem's face, saying she was skinny, she was skinny, she had to eat more. I stood behind them, looking at the figure of my daughter holding her grandparents' arm as she danced forward, suddenly feeling that all those years of patience and calculation were like a distant old dream. Old stories cannot be traced. I quickly followed, hugged Nhiem Nhiem's shoulder, smiled and asked her what she wanted to eat tonight. Warm sunlight spreads over your shoulders, the road ahead is wide and bright. (End of full text)