Chapter 5 — My Own Spring

"Is Luc Sanh here?" Pho Nghien Tu's voice was hoarse. "Where did she go?" "Do you still have the face to ask where she went?" On Dich immediately got angry, reaching out to push him out. "Pho Nghien Tu, do you still have the face to come find her?" "That year she had a miscarriage, where were you?" "When she signed alone in the operating room, where were you?" "When she had a high fever, she went for an IV drip alone, called I gave you more than ten phone calls but no one answered, where are you? followed the army, letting another woman write down memories in the notebook she hand-made for him. Even when he came home to teach her how to read the map, he only taught it conveniently." On Dich's eyes turned red. "Luc Sanh's heart did not become cold in just one day, but was gradually chilled by you for five years." "Now that she's gone, are you satisfied?" Pho Nghien Tu stood in place, the blood in his body seemed to freeze. He opened his mouth, his voice dry: "Miscarriage... She never told me." "Told you?" "When did she have the chance to speak?" On Dich sneered. "That day she waited for him outside the barracks gate for four hours, so cold that her whole body was shaking, yet as soon as he received a phone call from Tham Chi Dao, she left, leaving her alone in the cold wind." "Halfway there, the baby was gone. She called me, It wasn't until the next day that he replied with the word 'busy'." "She was afraid it would affect my training, afraid that I would get distracted, so she had to bear it all alone. As a result, I turned around and took Tham Chi Dao to training to 'relieve me'." "Pho Nghia Tu, if only I had a little conscience, I wouldn't have let her suffer so much self-pity." "And that application form to join the army." On Dich looked at him and said word by word: "I think it's because Why did she suddenly change?" "When she took it out from my pillow, her whole body was shaking uncontrollably." "She wanted to join the army for five years, hoping to be a little closer to you, but you had already reserved that spot for another woman." "Pho Nghien Tu, ask yourself, do you consider her your wife?" Pho Nghien Tu staggered and had to hold on to the wall to stand steady. His mind was confused, countless details appeared at once. Every time he returned, the light in Luc Sanh's eyes dimmed a little. Every time he mentioned Tham Chi Dao, the smile at the corner of her lips faded a little. And that whole day, when she avoided his arms, put her hands on his chest and calmly said "I'm tired". Turns out it wasn't anger, but rather she had accumulated enough disappointment and was about to leave. He always thought she would stay where she was, waiting for him, thinking that no matter how far he went, when he turned back she would still be there. But he forgot that people's hearts will also grow cold. If you wait too long, you won't want to wait anymore. "Where did she go?" Fu Yanci's voice carried a pleading tone. "Wen Di, I know I was wrong. Please tell me where she is. I will go find her, I will apologize to her. I will never be like that again in the future." "It's late." On Dich shook his head, his voice full of fatigue. "Fu Yanci, there is no such thing in this world." "I regret it." "Before leaving, Luc Sanh said she didn't want to wait anymore, she wanted to live for herself once." "Don't look for her anymore, let her go." Having said that, On Dich closed the door, leaving Pho Nghien Tu alone standing in the middle of the empty hallway. Older brother

Returning home in dismay, he found a notebook covered in a thin layer of dust in the deepest drawer of the guest room. That is Luc Sanh's handwriting, elegant and neat, starting from the day they got married. From the joy of the newlywed day to the loneliness of being alone in an empty room, from the joy of knowing that I was pregnant to the despair of losing the baby, to the deathly silence after discovering the truth. Each sentence and each word was like a blunt knife, slowly cutting into Pho Nghien Tu's heart. The last page had only one sentence: "From now on, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, no need to meet again." Pho Nghien Tu held the notebook, sat on the cold floor, crying like a child for the first time. He remembered the day of his marriage, Luc Sanh wore a white wedding dress, looked at him with sparkling eyes and said: "Pho Nghien Tu, from now on I will be with you." At that time, he felt that having such a gentle, understanding wife was his destiny. But he himself lost that blessing. He began to frantically search for Luc Sanh. He used all the connections he could use, checked bus tickets, checked residence information, but Luc Sanh seemed to have evaporated from the world, leaving no trace. He knew she was intentionally avoiding him. Once she is determined to leave, she will not let him find her easily.