Chapter 8 — Let go at the right time, life will bloom

Beard grows all over the chin. Bloodshot eyes. Hair as messy as a crow's nest. Saw me coming in. He was stunned for a few seconds. Then the corners of his lips curled up into a self-mocking smile.

"The old lady has arrived."

I calmly replied:

"I came to get some things."

"Let's go in five minutes."

I don't look at him. Go straight into the spare bedroom. Open the cabinet. Take out a box. Inside are several diplomas. Along with some old photos. Ha Canh Tham staggered and followed.

"Niem So..."

"Why..."

"Can't you give me one more chance?"

I didn't raise my head.

"Ha Canh Tham."

"You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk."

He grabbed the door frame. Hoarse voice.

"I'm more alert than ever."

"I know I'm wrong."

"I really know it's wrong."

"Dinh Vy..."

"That woman looks exactly like a snake."

"You're wrapped up in her."

I held the box in my hand. Coldly replied:

"That..."

"It doesn't concern me anymore."

"Why is it unrelated?"

He smiled bitterly.

"You are my wife..."

"...Ah no."

"It's my ex-wife."

"Whatever it is."

"We've also been together for four years."

"Are there really no feelings left?"

I hugged the box. Slowly turn around. Look straight at him.

"Ha Canh Tham."

"When I spent nearly 2,000,000 yuan to prolong your mother's life..."

"So I'm in Sanya."

"Buy a necklace for another woman."

"Tell me..."

"Finally."

"Someone who deserves to keep feelings."

"It's me..."

"Or you?"

Ha Canh Tham choked. Can't say a word. I walked out the door.

"Key."

"I put it on the tea table."

"This place..."

"It has nothing to do with me anymore."

He quickly chased after two steps. Unexpectedly, I tripped on the doorstep. Staggered and almost fell.

"Really..."

"No regrets?"

I stood outside in the hallway. Turn your back to him. The voice was as light as the wind.

"The only thing I regret..."

"For not leaving you sooner."

The elevator door opens. I walked in. The moment the door closed. I saw Ha Canh Tham leaning against the door frame. Slowly squat down. Hold your head with both hands. The elevator... Going down. As for my heart... It feels like it's flying up again. Much more relieved. Thirty-fifth day after divorce. I went to see the office building that Chu Nghien Bach introduced. Located in the creative park south of the city. Surrounded by design and cultural media companies. The working atmosphere is very suitable. Office area is not large. About eighty square meters. There are two separate working rooms. An open work area. Natural light is extremely beautiful. What makes me most satisfied is... The monthly rent is only 6,000 yuan. I signed the contract on the spot. On the way back. I called Manh Tuyet.

"I'm about to quit my job."

Manh Tuyet was silent for two seconds.

"Have you finally decided?"

"Studio space has been finalized."

"Renovations will start next month."

"Are you recruiting people?"

"Do you want to come over?"

"Still have to ask."

"I've been at this crappy company for four years."

"Just waiting for the day you open your own company."

"Lack of operators, right?"

I laughed.

"Wait until I finish building the frame."

"You come."

"Remember to equip me with a good laptop."

"Dream."

We both laughed. Then hung up. I drove past a coastal road. The sun is gradually sinking into the water. The sunset gilded the entire ocean. Sparkling to the heart's content. I remember the photo of Ha Canh Tham and Dinh Vy's backs under the sunset. How strange. I don't feel pain anymore. It's like... All that happened a lifetime ago. After the studio started repairs. Every day I'm so busy that my feet don't touch the ground. Complete handover procedures to quit your job. Run to the studio again to monitor the construction progress. Chu Nghien Bach helped me register to establish a company. Company name... I chose it myself. So Bach Design. It is the word So in the name Tham Niem So. It's a blank piece of paper. It's starting over from scratch. No one knows. That word Bach... is also the word Bach in the name Chu Nghien Bach. The day I heard it, I read that name. He paused for a moment. Then just smile. Besides that sentence. Don't say another word. But he helps me more and more. From business registration. Build a system to protect intellectual property rights. Contact the unit that tests formaldehyde concentrations after interior finishing. He silently arranged it all. Manh Tuyet secretly pulled me aside.

"Your senior..."

"Don't like you?"

I laughed.

"Don't guess."

"He's a lawyer."

"Helping friends is normal."

Manh Tuyet pouted.

"A lawyer helps you."

"No one has enough free time to choose the color of your curtains."