Chapter 2 — Love Does Not Pass Inspection

Grandma's ashes were supposed to be placed in a public cemetery in town. Now the van cannot be used, my father can only carry the ashes box in the passenger car. The mountain road is bumpy. He used his coat to cover the box layer after layer, as if he was afraid that his grandmother would get cold. That night, Luong Hieu posted a long post again. "I persevered in changing bad customs, facing the backlash of familiar society." "There are acquaintances who put love above rules." "Even though I lost the opportunity to enter military school, I don't regret standing up." Below, a bunch of people praised him. "The future soldier has courage." "Young people like that are the hope." "Support denouncing bad customs." I stared at the screen, my fingertips cold. He talks about rules, but when he needs a car, he talks about gratitude. He said progress, using my grandmother's grave as a document. He said future. But his future depends on why he has to step on my house? On the third day, Luong Hieu brought two people there. One person holds a phone gimbal, the other person wears a microphone. It is said that the local media filmed "a model of young people changing customs". Without saying a word, they rushed into my house, the lens scanned the white cloth in front of my door that had not yet been removed. My mother rushed out to block it. "Don't film!" The cameraman frowned. "Auntie, we are doing active propaganda." My mother's voice trembled. "Is my mother-in-law's funeral for you to propagate?" Luong Hieu faintly opened her mouth. "Auntie, the more you are like that, the more it proves that old notions are deeply rooted." Having finished speaking, he turned around to look at the camera, his back straight, as if about to go on stage to receive an award. "This is it." My family took revenge on me after I reported the illegal burial." 4 My younger brother rushed out from the house. "Luong Hieu, try turning my house around again!" Luong Hieu immediately pointed the phone at him. "Tran Tieu Xuyen, don't get excited." "If you really act, I will definitely report to the police." "Your parents have already committed a violation, do you also want to leave a stain?" I pulled my younger brother back hard. "Come in." "Don't let him control you." I Take out your phone and quietly open the recording. He walked up to my father, pointed the lens. "Uncle Tran, as long as you say one sentence in front of the camera that you should not refuse to drive me, I will not seek compensation." My father looked at the lens, his voice was hoarse. "I'm not lying." "Are you sure you want to destroy me?" My father said: "The person who ruined me is not me." "It's you who bet on the bus ticket, health check, future, all on the one person you just hurt." injured." Luong Hieu was afraid that this part would be filmed, so he raised his hand to block the media's lens. The young man holding the gimbal was stunned. "Classmate Luong, can this part be filmed?" Luong Hieu turned his head to glare at him. "Don't use this part first." I laughed coldly. "Isn't that positive propaganda?" Luong Hieu looked at me. "Tran Thanh Ninh, you're a public service window employee, you'd better pay attention to what you say." "Your family has already affected the unit, right?" My heart suddenly sank. He knows. He didn't just want to force my father to apologize. He also wanted to drag my work underwater. Luong Duc Vuong came from behind. "Thu Nghia, please be a little softer." "If Hieu Hieu has a chance to make up for it in the future, this one sentence from you can be of great help." My mother's eyes were red. "Does my mother-in-law still have a chance to be buried again?" Luong Duc Vuong's lips trembled, and then he was so embarrassed that he became angry. "He's also gone, are you still holding on and not letting go?" As soon as this sentence fell, my mother raised her hand and slapped her. A chirping sound rang out. Luong Duc Vuong covered his face, not daring to believe it. "You beat an old person?" Luong Hieu's eyes lit up and he immediately raised the phone. "It's dialed." My mother's face immediately turned pale. I rushed to block her face. "It was he who insulted the deceased

first." Luong Hieu laughed coldly. "Go to court and tell the evidence." "Your mother took action, this is the truth." My father took a step forward, covering my mother behind. "If you want compensation, I will compensate." My mother cried and called: "Thu Nghia!" Luong Hieu laughed. "Uncle Tran, isn't it good so early?" "Openly apologize, compensate you for your losses, you can not prosecute me." My younger brother was so angry that he was trembling. I kept it. The media people began to step back. Perhaps they realized that this was not a "progressive youth story" as they thought. When Thieu Minh Le came, the scene was chaotic. As soon as he saw the slap mark on Luong Duc Vuong's face, his head hurt like a hammer. "Go to the police station." In the police station, Luong Hieu sat up straight and showed his anger. I just want them to admit their mistake." "They buried me underground because I denounced them, not only refused to take me for a medical examination, but now they also beat my grandfather." Police surnamed Ha. He asked my mother: "Why did he attack?" My mother's lips turned white. "He said my mother-in-law also passed away." Luong Duc Vuong immediately shouted: "Am I wrong? Nguoi von di da mat roi!I hold it tight. Canh sat Ha go ban.