Chapter 6 — My Own Spring

During this time, Tham Chi Dao often came to look for him, each time bringing home-cooked soup, gently and thoughtfully being by his side. But Pho Nghien Tu looked at her and felt more and more uncomfortable. Before, he thought she was simple and understanding, but now thinking back, many things were too coincidental. For example, every time Luc Sanh is angry with him, Tham Chi Dao can always "smartly" appear, suffering a little self-pity, making him feel even more that Luc Sanh does not understand the situation. For example, every time he wanted to be nice to Luc Sanh, Tham Chi Dao always had something small happen to call him away. There is also the application form to join the other army. That year, Tham Chi Dao said she wanted to experience life in the army, softly begged him to fill in her name, saying it was only temporary and would not let Luc Sanh know. At that time, he didn't think much so he agreed. Until one time, he returned to the dormitory to get documents, standing outside the door he heard Tham Chi Dao call his friend, with a proud tone. "What are you afraid of? My brother saved his life, he is responsible for me for the rest of his life." "Luc Sanh?" "What is she? Just a yellow-faced woman at home living like a widow. There is no her in Mr. Nghien Tu's heart at all." "Wait a little longer, I will "That year she had a miscarriage?" "What a coincidence, isn't it? I called Mr. Nghien Tu on purpose." "Who said she insisted on waiting outside the barracks gate? Being so cold that she lost her child was also because she was useless, who can blame her?" Deputy Nghien Tu stood outside the door, her whole body cold. When he pushed the door open and walked in, Tham Chi Dao was so scared that his face turned white and his phone fell to the ground. "Brother Nghien Tu, listen to my explanation. It's not what you think." "That's enough." Pho Nghien Tu's voice was as cold as ice. "That year Tham Phong saved me out of friendship. I'm grateful to him and willing to take care of his family." "But that doesn't mean you can use his name to arbitrarily hurt others. plan for my family." "Over the years, the amount of money you gave me and the things you helped me arrange are enough for me not to be ashamed of Tham Phong." "From today, I will no longer care about you." "I have contacted you for a job in the South, the salary is quite good. You should go tomorrow." "From now on, don't appear in front of me again." Tham Chi Dao panicked, cried and tried to pull his hand but he pushed it away. "Brother Nghien Tu, I'm wrong." Then, I won't dare anymore. Don't chase me away." "If my brother knows..." "If my brother knows that I used his sacrifice as a card to do bad things, then he will be truly heartbroken." Pho Nghien Tu looked at her, without any warmth in his eyes. "You take care of yourself." Tham Chi Dao looked at his determined face, knowing there was no way to save him, so he could only cry and pack up his things to leave. Before leaving, she was still unwilling and said resentfully: "Luc Sanh left because she deserved it!" "Even if you chase me away, she won't come back!" Pho Nghien Tu paid no attention to her. He knew Tham Chi Dao was right, Luc Sanh would not return easily. But even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, he still had to find her. When Luc Sanh arrived at Dung Thanh, it was right at the end of spring. Bougainvillea blooms brightly throughout the city, covering old walls and domed buildings. She rented a one-story house with a small yard in the old town. In the yard there is a perennial magnolia tree, every time the wind blows, the petals fall all over the ground. The house is not big, only one bedroom, one living room and a small room, just enough to be an office. It took her half a month to clean up the house and paint the walls

ivory white, erect a bamboo fence around the small yard, plant roses and jasmine, and place a small rattan table and two chairs. Wen Dich once visited her. As soon as she entered the door, her eyes lit up and said: "Luc Sanh, this place of yours is truly like a fairyland." Luc Sanh smiled and made flower tea for her. After leaving the Northwest, her complexion was much better. The face is a little fuller, there is light in the eyes, no longer haggard and tired like before. She opened a small craft workshop on the street at the beginning of the alley, making fabric bags, leather goods and small embroidered items. She is inherently skillful. In the past, when she had nothing to do at home, she often made these items. It's just that at that time, she only had Pho Nghien Tu in her heart, most of the items she made were for him. Now, she can finally do the things she loves. The craft workshop is called “No Return”. On Dich criticized the name for being too pessimistic, but Luc Sanh felt it was very suitable. No return, no more waiting for anyone to return, no return to the past. Business gradually improved. Many tourists and local girls like the items she makes, saying they carry the gentle, warm feeling of everyday life. She knows the sister who runs the flower shop next door and the owner of the cafe opposite.