Chapter 5 — Love Does Not Pass Inspection

Then turn around and go back into the house. The yard door closed with Luong Duc Vuong's call. 7The goats of the Luong family did not die. But one leg was broken. Invite someone to carry it, invite a veterinarian to look at it, it costs more than eight hundred. Luong Duc Vuong sat next to the goat barn crying. Luong Hieu stood next to him and played on his phone. Some people couldn't bear to look at it. "Hieu Hieu, please help." Luong Hieu did not lift his head. "I still have to prepare documents to complain." This sentence reached my mother's ears, who was picking vegetables at that time. The vegetable leaves were squeezed to pieces by her. "Do you see?" "The white-eyed wolf did not become one in a day or two." My father sat at the door, not saying a word. I know your soft-heartedness is still not cured. But this time he really didn't go. Three days later, the admissions office called my father's number. My father picked up the phone, his face changed little by little. "Who are you talking about?" "What am I to Luong Hieu?" The phone was on speaker. The teacher's voice on the other side was very polite. "In the document, it is stated that you are the long-term sponsor and the person who committed to transporting classmate Luong Hieu." "He complained that you temporarily refused to fulfill your commitment to take him to the exam, leading to his absence from the medical examination." "We need to verify." The bowl in my mother's hand fell to the ground. My father held the phone, the blue veins on the back of his hand appearing. "I never made a commitment." "Then please provide a written explanation." After the phone hung up, the house was eerily quiet. I immediately went to the village committee. Thieu Minh Le also received a verification coordination dispatch. He showed me the scan. My father's name appears clearly below. There are also red fingerprints next to it. The content of the commitment is even more absurd. "I, Tran Thu Nghia, voluntarily assist Luong Hieu in completing the medical examination at the military school and related items." My father looked at those words, his face frighteningly white. "These are not my words." Outside the door came the sound of a walking stick. Luong Duc Vuong stood there. Clearly he knew he couldn't hide it anymore. "Thu Nghia..." My father looked at him. "You pressed it?" Luong Duc Vuong's lips trembled. "I... I have no choice." "The documents must be fully written." "Hieu Hieu has truly been under your care since he was a child." "It's not fake when you write that you're the sponsor." My mother rushed forward. "The commitment to take you for a medical check-up isn't fake either?" Luong Duc Vuong made an expression as if he were at a funeral. "I'm not." "I just want to let the admissions teacher feel that the child has a manager, not a wild child." My father laughed. "So you sign my name and make fingerprints for me." "And then let your nephew turn around and accuse me of not fulfilling my commitment?" Luong Duc Vuong knelt down. "Thu Nghia, I was wrong." "You help Hieu Hieu." "If the military school really no longer exists, this life is over." My father didn't pay attention. him, turn away. That evening, my father and I arranged the documents. Notice of punishment, recorded call when Luong Hieu asked for a ride, video of him forcing my father to apologize. There's also my grandmother's old notebook. My father wrote the explanation himself. Writing to the end, he stopped for a long time. Then drop one sentence: "Helping does not mean commitment; being soft-hearted does not mean owing him your entire life." The tip of the pen tore the paper. 8 After submitting the documents, the results were available very quickly. Luong Hieu's complaint was rejected. The admissions office determined that part of the documents he submitted contained untrue content. The fact of being absent from the medical examination is clear and does not allow for a make-up examination. The district civilized practice center also took down his nomination for "youth who changes customs". This time, Luong Hieu completely exploded. The day he returned to the village, he stopped Luong Duc Vuong in the yard and scolded him. "Who told you to sign for him?" "You've killed me!" Luong Duc Vuong was scolded until he couldn't raise his head.

Okay. My father heard it in the yard, the hoe in his hand stopped, but still did not go out. In the evening, Luong Hieu arrived. This time he wasn't wearing a white shirt, nor was he holding a phone. The whole body struggled extremely, but the mouth was still stiff. "Tran Thu Nghia, are you satisfied now?" "You've become a laughing stock." My dad was installing a dash cam for the van. He did not turn around. Luong Hieu's voice trembled. "Obviously you can talk about privacy." "Why do you have to submit all the books, recordings, and documents?" My mother coldly said: "When you posted our house online, why didn't you think about talking about privacy?" Luong Hieu looked at her. "I was forced!" I laughed directly. "Who forced you to cut and paste the video?" "Who forced you to write my father as a committed person?" Luong Hieu suddenly turned his head. "You guys don't understand at all." "Since I was a child, I didn't understand." With my parents backing me, everyone looks down on me." "If you weren't a little evil, how could you climb up?" My father finally raised his head. "Climbing up high isn't about stepping on someone else's death." Luong Hieu's face stiffened. His eyes suddenly turned red. "I just don't want to be oppressed by your family's favor for the rest of my life." "People in the village mentioned me and said I relied on the Tran family." "I've had enough!" My mother's voice trembled. "If you don't want to owe money, then pay it."