Chapter 4 — Love Does Not Pass Inspection

"Look, can you write an explanation, saying that you just because the car was not registered that day, not that you had any opinion on it?" My mother was so angry that she burst out laughing. "Are you here to apologize or are you here to ask for documents?" Luong Duc Vuong quickly said: "Not telling people to lie." "Just writing a nice statement." My father finally opened his mouth. "I only wrote the truth." Luong Duc Vuong's eyes flashed with disappointment. He looked at the van in the yard and said again: "So can I borrow the van? I took Hieu Hieu to the district admission office to ask." The atmosphere was quiet. My younger brother poked his head out from inside the house, smiling coldly. "Isn't that a violation?" Luong Duc Vuong's lips trembled. "Isn't it registered now?" My father picked up the basket of eggs and placed it at his feet. "The car's registration has passed." "Love is not registered yet." "It can't be passed." When Luong Duc Vuong left holding the eggs, Luong Hieu stood in the darkness at the beginning of the alley. His eyes looked at my father as if he wanted to tear him apart. 6Luong Hieu couldn't borrow a car, so he still went to the district. He took the earliest minibus in town, transferring twice. The result is still the same. The admission office's answer is very clear: Missing the health examination will not be allowed to make up the examination. After he returned, he immediately rushed straight to my house. I just took a break that day. My father was fixing water pipes in the yard, my mother was drying clothes, and Tran Tieu Xuyen was inside filling out wishes. Luong Hieu kicked open the half-closed yard door. "Tran Thu Nghia!" My father raised his head. Luong Hieu's eyes were red and scary. "Are you satisfied?" "My military school is completely over." My mother interrupted first. "That's your own business." Luong Hieu pointed at her. "Shut up!" Tran Tieu Xuyen rushed out from the house. "Try pointing at my mother again." Luong Hieu smiled coldly. "What, do you want to hit people?" "Isn't your family's best job at crying, causing chaos, and pretending to be pitiful now?" My father put the wrench on. down. "Luong Hieu, get out." Luong Hieu stared at him. "I'm not going out." "Today I just want to ask you, why don't you take me?" "I know very well that it's an opportunity to change your life." My father said: "My mother's only burial, why don't you let go?" Luong Hieu choked up. Very quickly, he craned his neck again. "It's national policy!" My father nodded. "Policy, I accept it." "Fine, I paid, cremation, I also coordinated." "But using my mother as proof of your progress, is it also policy?" Luong Hieu's face was unsightly. "Don't change the subject." "You guys just don't want me to live well." "Since I was a child, I gave you a few meals, and I thought you could make me bow my head." life.” My mother's face immediately turned white. My father's hand also stopped. Luong Hieu seemed to have finally found a place to vent his anger, speaking faster and faster. "I hate it the most when you guys bring up old stories." "Isn't it just a few meals, a few documents, and a few hitchhikes?" "You country people help with small things and wish they could force others to build stele for you." "In the future, I have to go higher, I can't keep being tied to the same old mindset like you guys." Outside the yard, people were surrounding. No one said anything. My father entered the house and took out a bundle of cloth. That's what my grandmother left behind. Inside there is an old notebook. Grandma doesn't know many words, but she likes to take notes. She is afraid that she will forget her gratitude when she gets old, and she is also afraid that things sent by others will not be returned. My father turned it over. The voice was very low. "Luong Hieu was eight years old, winter solstice, came to the house to eat, left two meatballs." "Luong Hieu was ten years old, had a fever, Thu Nghia took her to the medical station at night, the drug bill was three hundred and four." "Luong Hieu was thirteen years old, bought a uniform, my family spent two hundred." "Luong Hieu in his senior year, the document fee was one thousand six, using the coffin money to make up for it." Luong Hieu's face became redder and redder. "I'll keep these things for you." What?” “Waited until today

insult you?" My father raised his head to look at him. "My mother kept these things because she was afraid of owing someone else." "Not to collect debt." My mother's tears fell. "At the time of her death, she still mentioned, if Hieu Hieu could get into military school, it would be great." Luong Hieu gritted his teeth. "Don't make me nauseous." These four words are worse than all the previous words. My father felt like someone had slapped him in the face. Luong Hieu looked at us, laughed. "See." "You guys are exactly like this." "Helping others creates a sense of superiority. If others don't appreciate you, you will collapse." My father slowly closed the book. "From today onwards." "The Luong family's water pipes, I don't fix." "The Luong family's fields, I don't look after them." "Luong Duc Vuong is sick, don't call me to drive." "Whether you can go out or not has nothing to do with my house." Luong Duc Vuong just said. often ran over, heard this sentence, his face turned pale. "Thu Nghia!" My father did not look at him. Luong Hieu laughed coldly. "Who cares?" As soon as he finished speaking, someone called out from the village: "Luong Duc Vuong! Your barn collapsed, hitting the goat!" Luong Duc Vuong instinctively looked towards my father. In the past, when something like this happened, Tran Thu Nghia was definitely the first person to run over. This time, my father gave me the cloth bundle. "Thanh Ninh, keep it safe."