Chapter 3 — Light Age 17

I can't help but say, your craftsmanship is really quite good, just smelling it makes me crave it. I took a big piece, ate it and gave him a thumbs up. After a while, I hugged the bowl, looking at Giang Tu with red eyes: "Giang Tu, why does the noodles you make have the taste of my mother? I miss my mother so much..." Seeing my red eyes, Giang Tu was a bit flustered, stammering: "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." I looked at him for a long time - he's so good, why are he so good. Her bangs obediently drooped down, covering her beautiful eyebrows and eyes; That head that can solve countless difficult math problems is so stupid that all it can do is say sorry. I remember clearly, when I was young, Bui Chau was clearly a beautiful but arrogant swan. It seems like these past years, life has been really difficult for you. I tilted my head to look at him: "You will definitely succeed." “Huh?” Giang Tu blinked: "What?" I won't say any more. Until now, I have never met anyone like Giang Tu - clearly one foot is standing in the mud, yet the whole person is still clean and pure. He is also very good, even though he only has time to study every day in class, he still continuously holds the number one position in the entire grade for many years in a row. Therefore, the temporary loss of aura makes no sense. I believe that Giang Tu will definitely succeed, no matter what he does. 6 On weekends, I don't look for Giang Tu anymore. I got itchy so I went to a racing club - since I came to Giang Thanh until now, I haven't been able to touch it once. Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the club's door, it was blocked. “Girl, we are closed today, no customers, sorry.” I pointed to the sign outside: "It clearly says you can enter today." “Ah, that was due to our staff's negligence.” I was a bit uninterested, it was very difficult to find a place with a fairly high level. Since I was a child, I liked riding buffalos, later I liked riding cars, and then came into contact with racing. Old Lam once sent me abroad to study for several months. Later, I couldn't stand being there, so he took me home. When I was fifteen years old, he fraudulently gave me a bag of documents. When I opened it, I saw that it was a contract to transfer the rights to use dozens of acres of land in the hills east of the city - spacious terrain, with a natural slope, exactly the type of racetrack that I had been talking about for half a year. As I was about to step out, a gust of wind blew from my side. A familiar handsome face stopped in front of me, his voice carrying a bit of happy surprise: "Is that you?" I looked at him for a moment before remembering - it was the guy from that night. “Do you know how to race?” He curled the corners of his beautiful peach blossom eyes, as if he had just discovered something interesting. I nodded calmly: "I know, unfortunately I can't drive today." He waved his hand, and the manager who was arguing with me earlier immediately nodded and left. He turned to me: "Let's have a race? I've never seen girls play this sport." "Let's just get acquainted. From now on, you'll always be welcome when you come to the club." I shrugged my shoulders, faced with this provocative invitation, I happily accepted. When the green light turned on, the two cars almost simultaneously rushed off the starting line. From the corner of my eye, I saw that his car, right at the first turn, showed great precision in choosing the route. He did not choose the usual route "outside - inside - outside", but pressed close to the center of the corner to cut across, the rear of the car swept up the lane. Blurry smoke right in front of my car. You can tell by looking that you have undergone professional training, and the time is not short. I smiled slightly and suddenly turned the steering wheel hard — unfortunately, compared to me... it's still a bit worse. When the red flag at the finish line fell, I could no longer see the opponent's car. 7 When I arrived at Giang Tu's stall, I didn't know where he was beaten, the corner of his mouth was bleeding. I heard a long time ago that before he died, Giang Tu's father left behind a huge gambling debt. These creditors will occasionally come to your house. If they don't get the money, they will stay there to eat, drink, and sleep for a few days. Sometimes he even ran to school, right in front of many people, forcing him to pay his debt. Because it was a debt incurred by his father's gambling, Giang Tu himself had no obligation to pay it. That's why they often used intimidation, threats, and harassment to coerce him. As soon as the scar-faced guy in the group of creditors saw me, he sneered softly: "Oh, you have a girlfriend? I guess you must have spent your money elsewhere, otherwise why couldn't you even take out five thousand yuan?" He was just about to grab Giang Tu, but as quickly as lightning, I raised my foot and kicked him straight into his dangerous spot. Even though I look slim, since I was little, Mr. Lam was afraid that I was in danger, so he forced me to learn taekwondo. Don't look at me like a dry stick, my fists are all muscles. I reached out and clamped his wrist tightly, his scarred face cried out in pain, "Ah!", I wanted to withdraw my hand but couldn't move. “You rotten woman…” “The police are about to arrive, you can continue cursing if you want.” On the way here, I called the police. Sure enough, in the next second, sirens rang out from far away. The creditors immediately dispersed, only the scarred man was held tightly by me, unable to escape. When I left the police station, it was already midnight. Over the past few years, Giang Tu has paid a lot, the remaining balance is thirty-five thousand, both principal and interest. For the sake of long-term peace, I silently pay it off for you. “Does it still hurt?” I pointed at his cheek - his once white face was now marked with five red, swollen fingerprints. Giang Tu shook his head, stopped halfway and looked up at the night sky. I also looked up, his voice rang in my ears. “Tell me—” He held out his hand, opening his palm: “The moonlight is so bright and beautiful, why does it shine on me?” I raised my head to look at the moon, spread my arms happily and said: "Oh that's true, I just realized it now. Indeed, the full moon is only 16 full, today the moon is so big and round, it looks just like a moon cake. Giang Tu, do you want to eat cake? I'm hungry." Giang Tu kept looking at me, hearing that he smiled slightly and nodded. That night, we didn't eat cake. Finally... still eating "premium" fried noodles made by Giang Tu! 8 The next day, when I started school, I still came to class earlier than usual. While no one was paying attention, I bowed my head and took the breakfast my aunt had prepared out of my bag. Just as I was about to put it on Giang Tu's table, a pair of beautiful, long hands flashed before my eyes, directly taking my breakfast. I looked at my empty hand, raised my head, and was about to get angry when I saw a handsome, sophisticated face. “Is that you?” I looked at him in surprise. “Steal my sandwich for what?” The smile on Bui Chau's lips stopped because of choking, then a bit of warmth flashed in her eyes: "Lam Uyen, have you forgotten me? I'm Bui Chau." I looked at him in surprise: "Oh, your name is also Bui Chau?” He reached out and gently tapped the top of my head: "When I was six years old, you pecked my butt with a chicken head, have you forgotten?" At this point, I realized something was wrong. “You… are you Bui Chau?” I glanced at Giang Tu's table. “So… so he is…?” “Giang Tu, who?” Bui Chau looked at me with a matter-of-fact expression and seemed confused as to why I had mistaken him: "Do you really think he is me?" I pulled out the paper with the address that I kept close to me, pointed at it and asked: "But... I've already found it, there's no one there anymore." At that time, I was just looking around, but someone pointed out to me that Bui Chau was that guy, so I didn't think much about it. Furthermore, I didn't originally come to force a wedding, passing the entrance exam to a good university is the most important thing. With a level far superior to Giang Tu's Thanh Hoa - Bac Dai, following him I can at least pass 985 or 211. So I think it doesn't matter if my fiance is or not, if I can't find it then that's it. Furthermore, Giang Tu is also very handsome, but that beauty is not the same as the person in front of him. Bui Chau's beauty seems to be drawn from splendor, every line exudes nobility and arrogance. The beauty of Giang Tu brings with it resilience - seemingly about to collapse, but still standing firm and unshakable. “Who gave you this wrong address… But—” He bent down and pretended to be angry: “Lin Uyen, can you see clearly now? I am your fiance, Bui Chau has had a marriage contract with you since childhood. I don't know who seduced you and made you think of Giang Tu as me." I scratched my head: "Sorry—" More and more people entered the classroom, many people saw Bui Chau. “Eh, hasn't Bui Chau transferred to another class, why is he back now?” Bui Chau stood up straight and handed me the sandwich: "It's okay, I'll come pick you up after school. Grandpa always wants to see you." That night, he transferred five hundred thousand to Co Tieu Nhien, telling him to stay abroad as long as possible. I raised my head and saw that Giang Tu had already entered the classroom. One hand held the strap of the bag, his back was slightly hunched, he stood quietly in place, his eyes stopped on my face, the bright spots in those black eyes shattered. Giang Tu... heard everything.