Chapter 6 — Love Does Not Pass Inspection

Luong Hieu's lips moved, unable to say anything. At this time, Luong Duc Vuong chased after him. He rushed in front of my father. "Thu Nghia, please help one last time." "You called the admissions office and said you didn't pursue documents." "Hieu Hieu is still young, don't let this matter be recorded." My father looked at the old man kneeling on the ground. In the past, if Luong Duc Vuong was like that, my father would definitely help him up. Not this time. "Uncle Duc Vuong." "I didn't hurt him." "But I also didn't fake it for him." Luong Duc Vuong cried and said: "You respect your mother's love for Hieu Hieu back then." My father's eyes immediately turned red. "Don't mention my mother." "You guys are not worthy." Luong Hieu's face turned pale. "Tran Thu Nghia, don't be too much." My father stood up. "The one who is too much is you." "You denounce, I accept." "You said I buried you." Storing it in the ground is a violation, I also admit it." "But you turned my mother's grave around for others to see, cutting my family's cries into a stepping stone for your future." "Luong Hieu, you don't deserve it." Luong Hieu's lips turned white. Outside, no one said anything. A long time later, he said in a low voice: "I just want to win." My father said: "I lost very cleanly." Luong Hieu turned and left. The back is no longer straight. But I know, he doesn't really regret it completely. For the first time, he discovered that the Tran family would no longer support him. Luong Duc Vuong fell ill half a month later. Because of excessive anger, he fell again. The village health station told me to take him to the town hospital. Luong Hieu went from house to house to borrow a car. No one wants. It's not that no one loves Luong Duc Vuong. It's that everyone is afraid of Luong Hieu. I'm afraid to help him, one day he will interrupt the chat, write documents, post videos, take photos. In the end, it was still Thieu Minh Le who drove the village committee's car. That night, Luong Hieu stood in front of my house. It was cold, he was wearing thin clothes, his lips were blue from the cold. "Uncle Tran." My father was chopping firewood in the yard. The ax stopped in mid-air. Luong Hieu's voice became a lot lower. "Your grandfather is in the hospital, you have to pay a deposit." My mother came out of the house. "You came to borrow money?" Luong Hieu's face turned red. "I will pay." Tran Tieu Xuyen leaned against the door frame. "What do you get in return?" "Take your progress speech?" Luong Hieu clenched his fist, then let it go. "Tran Tieu Xuyen, I won't argue today." "So you say it." My younger brother stared at him. "Sister I was suspended from work, my mother was scolded, my father had his signature forged, your grandfather scolded my grandmother, who also passed away." "Where do you say you went wrong?" Luong Hieu's eye sockets turned red. He was silent for a long time. "I shouldn't cut and paste the video." "What else?" "Shouldn't report the car." "What else?" "Don't write Uncle Tran in the document." My father raised his eyes. "What else?" Luong Hieu's throat moved. "I shouldn't film... Mrs. Tran's grave." My mother turned away, her shoulders shaking very strongly. My father put down the ax, went into the house and took out an envelope. Inside is five hundred yuan. My mother panicked. "Thu Nghia!" My father did not look at her. He went to the door and placed the money on the threshold. "This money is not for you to borrow." Luong Hieu was stunned. My father said: "When I was young, your grandfather used to help my father fix the roof." "My mother always remembers." "This five hundred is the last payment on behalf of my parents." "From today onwards, the two families have settled." Luong Hieu's face immediately turned pale. "Uncle Tran..." My father interrupted him. "Don't call me that." Luong Hieu seemed to be frozen. My father's voice was very calm. "The day you denounced, the relationship was broken." "The day you turned to my mother's grave, even the roots were broken." "Now take the money, don't step into my door from now on." Luong Hieu's tears fell. "You were really wrong." My dad looked at him. "If you're wrong, go pay it back." "Don't come and ask for forgiveness." When the yard door closed, Luong Hieu was still standing outside. From

Through the door, I saw him bend down to pick up the money. At that moment, he was finally no longer like a standard military school student, puffing out his chest and talking about principles. It's like a child realizing for the first time that he has no way to go. Before winter, there is a meeting in the village. Thieu Minh Le held a megaphone, talked about funeral reform, and also talked about online fabrications. The words were very straightforward. "Burials against regulations must be rectified." "But no one is allowed to use the name of a whistleblower to secretly film funerals or cut and paste videos to guide public opinion." "Talking about policy does not mean there is no humanity." It was very quiet in the yard. Luong Hieu did not come. Luong Duc Vuong sat in the last row, bowing his head, as if he had aged ten years. My father also went. He sat in the corner, clutching his grandmother's cemetery bill. After the meeting, he took the initiative to find Thieu Minh Le. "In the future, if any family in the village takes care of the funeral, announce the policy clearly in advance." "Don't let the elderly have to turn around, and don't let the living make mistakes." Thieu Minh Le patted his shoulder. "Thu Nghia, in your heart, it's not easy to overcome this threshold."My father did not say that he had passed. He just looked towards the back mountain. The ancestors' graves are there. Grandma can't stay. This is the pain he cannot swallow all his life.