Chapter 7 — My Own Spring

In their free time, everyone will sit and chat, share delicious food, and the days will pass peacefully and completely. Occasionally, on quiet late nights, she also remembered the Northwest desert, missed the wind outside the barracks gate, missed that figure in military uniform. But there were no longer any ripples in her heart, as if remembering an old dream from a long time ago. The dream has awakened, she should continue to move forward. She went to see the sea. On the weekend, she took the bus to the beach alone, took off her shoes and stepped on the sand, the sea water poured over her ankles, bringing with it a cool feeling. In the distance, the sky and sea connect into a clear blue patch. She stood in the wind and suddenly burst into laughter. It turns out the sea is so beautiful. In the past, she always thought she should come here with Pho Nghien Tu, but now she discovered that looking at the sea alone is also great. Pho Nghien Tu searched for eight months. For eight months, he went through many cities, asked many people, like a disoriented fly. He searched everywhere Luc Sanh could go, her hometown, the city she used to study in, and the places she had mentioned before that she wanted to go, but there was no trace of her. Until one time, Wen Dich posted a photo to her friends circle, a photo taken when she went to Dung Thanh to travel. In the photo, there is a fabric bag in the back, the needle and thread is exactly the same as what Luc Sanh made. Pho Nghien Tu stared at the photo all night, and the next day immediately bought a plane ticket to Dung Thanh. He searched the old streets of Dung Thanh for three days, searching each alley one by one, finally seeing a craft workshop called "No Return" at the beginning of an alley covered with bougainvillea. The glass doors are wiped clean, and inside are displayed all kinds of handicrafts. Sunlight shines through the glass and falls on the floor, bringing with it a warm feeling. Luc Sanh was sitting by the window, bowing his head sewing a bag. Sunlight fell on the top of her head, covering her hair with a gentle golden fringe. She was a little plumper than before, her face was rosy, her expression attentive, and the corners of her lips still had a faint smile. Pho Nghien Tu stood outside the door, his legs felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move. He didn't dare step in, afraid of disturbing her, and even more afraid of seeing the coldness and distance in her eyes. He stood outside the door like that for a long time. It wasn't until the sun set that Luc Sanh stood up, packed his things, and raised his head to see him. The moment their four eyes looked at each other, Luc Sanh's hand paused, but quickly returned to calm. She put down the things in her hand, walked to open the door, her tone was calm as if she was greeting a normal guest. "Hello, what do you want to see?" It was as if the two of them had never known each other. Pho Nghien Tu's throat immediately choked. He looked at her face that was both familiar and strange, thousands of words choked in his chest, and in the end he could only utter one sentence: "Sanh Sanh." Luc Sanh's expression did not change, she leaned over to let him go. "Come inside and sit." She poured him a cup of warm water, placed it in front of him, then sat down on the chair opposite, silently looking at him, waiting for him to speak. Pho Nghien Tu looked at her calm eyes, feeling pain in his heart as if he had been cut by a knife. Before, every time she looked at him, there was starlight in her eyes and love. But now there is only a calm lake surface, unable to raise even a single ripple. "Sanh Sanh, I'm sorry." He opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse. "I know I was wrong. It was all my fault before, I took you lightly, hurt you, I'm sorry." "The matter of Tham Chi Dao, I have resolved it. From now on she will not appear in front of us again." "That army registration form was because of my confusion. I

Don't fill in her name." "As for the baby..." He couldn't continue, his eyes were red. "I'm sorry for you, sorry for our child." "Sanh Sanh, can you come back with me?" He looked at her, his eyes full of pleading. "From now on I will listen to you everything. Wherever you want to go, I will go with you. You want to follow the army, we will follow the army. If you don't want to be in the army, I'll be discharged." "Let's start from the beginning, okay?" Luc Sanh quietly listened to him, raised his glass of water and took a sip before slowly speaking. "Pho Nghien Tu, there's no need." "I'm living very well now." She looked at him, her voice very light but extremely determined. "Before, I always revolved around you, considered your life as everything, waiting for the day you returned, waiting for your care, waiting for a future. obscure nothingness." "But now I have discovered that I can live very well alone." "For the past five years, I have waited and tried. I don't regret it." "But what's done is done. A dead heart cannot be revived." "You don't need to apologize, nor do you need to make up for it." "We happily met and calmly parted ways. I have signed a divorce agreement. When you have time, let's go through the procedures." "I won't sign." Pho Nghien Tu immediately raised his head. "Luc Sanh, I'm not getting a divorce."