Chapter 5 — My Sister Didn't Want To Get Married, My Parents Immediately Pushed Me Into The Palette

We boarded the horse-drawn carriage and had only half a day left to reach Dao Hoa Thon. Along the road, peach blossoms were blooming everywhere, bustling the whole area. I sat in the car, driving and admiring the view. Luong Tuy An told me that Dao Hoa Village is several times more beautiful than this place.

What does “how many times more” mean? I really can't imagine how beautiful it is.

It wasn't until we set foot in Dao Hoa Thon that we truly understood. If the peach blossoms on the side of the road are just like a small pond, then the peach blossoms in Dao Hoa Thon are a vast, endless sea of lakes. Looking far away, all I see is a vast, boundless sea of pink. The gentle wind blew carrying the faint scent of flowers, the whole sea of flowers swayed with the wind like water waves. No wonder why they named it Dao Hoa Thon. I stood next to the car, stunned by that beautiful scene, and couldn't help but shout:

“So beautiful!!”

I turned my head and saw Luong Tuy An's eyes filled with laughter. He later said that he had come here several times as a child, but because he was busy with his studies, he had not had a chance to return since. If it weren't for wanting to take me out, I'm afraid you still wouldn't have set foot here. The village's accommodation had been arranged well in advance, and the luggage was also neatly arranged by the person who brought it in. After the arrangements were finished, it was already afternoon, and my stomach made an unreasonable gurgling sound again. Luong Tuy An gently asked: "Are you hungry?" Only then did I remember that since arriving there, I was just engrossed in walking around and forgot about breakfast. So I nodded vigorously. Dinner was a table full of dishes related to peach blossoms: steamed fish with peach blossoms, peach blossom cake, peach blossom porridge... I ate until my stomach was full, hugged my stomach and surrendered, unable to move anymore. In the middle of the night, I woke up with a stomach ache. While holding her stomach, she moaned softly, waking up even Luong Tuy An.

“Song Nhi, what's wrong with you?”

“My stomach hurts… it's not comfortable at all.”

I curled up, clutching my stomach and groaning. He quickly put on his coat and turned on the lamp to see how I was doing. Even though we share the same bed and blanket, we still maintain politeness and have never crossed the line.

“Come here, let me rub your belly.”

Because I was in so much pain, I obediently nodded. His hand was a bit cold, so he brought it to his mouth to breathe air, then rubbed his hands to confirm that it was warm before placing it on my stomach. The force was very moderate, just a few moments later, my stomach hurt less. He gently tapped my forehead:

“Next time, no matter how delicious it is, don't eat too much, you hear?”

I knew I was wrong, so I sadly nodded and promised not to dare again in the future. I don't know when I will fall asleep. When I opened my eyes, I saw him sitting by the window reading a book. I jumped up like a spring.

"Are you awake? Did I wake you up?"

He smiled slightly, then called someone in to help me wash my face, comb my hair, and serve him an exquisite breakfast. I have never had anyone serve me like that. At first I was a bit confused, but luckily I had a nanny by my side and I felt somewhat reassured. After the meal, Luong Tuy An said he would take me to the market. The market here is very bustling, with lots of people passing by, the fragrant smell of food from street vendors wafts everywhere - there are baked goods, there are wontons. I clung to his hand, begging for food, otherwise I would definitely get into trouble. Luong Tuy An had no other choice but to tell me to only taste a little, not to eat too much. I immediately nodded firmly. We went to a more deserted street, with only a few small stalls and few passersby. One taste The fortune teller was sitting at the table, his eyes closed, resting his mind. There's nothing to see, we're going back.

“Dude, please stop.”

My legs and Luong Tuy An's both stopped. On this deserted street, who can be called "dude", besides him, who else is there?

"I wonder what's going on, sir?"

The fortune teller still closed his eyes, then suddenly opened his bright eyes:

"You have a bloody omen today, you have to be very careful in everything."

Luong Tuy An pondered for a moment, then softly said "um", Phi Van immediately offered money in gratitude. I muttered: "Anyone can talk nonsense, but he still gives money, I see that he is clearly a charlatan!" Luong Tuy An shook his head and smiled gently:

"It's better to believe something is better than nothing, it doesn't matter, people just make a living."

Phi Van and I glanced at each other — that's okay. On the carriage, we talked and laughed.