Chapter 9 — My Tattooed Dad

"So skinny." "...So what?" "Can't carry things. What will I do when I move house in the future?" "Dad, now I have a moving company." "Huh." After the boyfriend walked out, Pho Nghien suddenly said: "Boy." "Yes!" The boyfriend immediately stood up like a spring. "My daughter has suffered a lot since she was a child." The boyfriend was stunned and then seriously nodded. "Uncle Pho, I know." "If you still let her suffer." a little more suffering..." He didn't finish the next part. But the look in her boyfriend's eyes was enough to express everything. The boyfriend's throat moved up and down. "I won't do that, Uncle Pho." "I will treat her well." Pho Nghien stared at him for five seconds. Then nodded. "If you go out, bring him home early. After ten o'clock, I will call you." "Yes!" That night, I sent my boyfriend out. He let out a long sigh, as if he had just returned from a battlefield alive. "Your father is so scary." "He's actually a very good person." "I know." He gently squeezed my hand. "The way he looks at you... I'm this old but I've never seen a father look at a daughter like that." I smiled. "He's not your biological father." "I know." My boyfriend said. "But he's even closer than my biological father."【Chapter 13】 Twenty-six years old. I'm married. On the wedding day, Pho Nghien wore a dark blue suit. The tie was tied by Hua Thanh. He himself did not know how to tie. Before, he only wore T-shirts and jackets. This is the most solemn time I have ever seen him. In front of his chest he wore a white flower. Fifty-eight years old. Hair has turned white. But the back is still straight. Shoulders are still broad. Standing there, he was still like a wall that made people feel secure. At the wedding, there is a ritual where the father gives his daughter's hand to the groom. When the music sounded, he held my hand and slowly walked towards me from the other end of the red sky. Walking very slowly. Much slower than usual. I secretly looked at him. He looked straight ahead, his chin tense, his lips pressed into a line. The pharynx moves once. Then moved again. When I was halfway there, he suddenly squeezed my arm. Use very strong force. Like the strength of my hand when I grabbed the hem of his shirt sixteen years ago. I saw his eyes turn red. But he did not let his tears fall. When he arrived in front of the stage, the groom stood there, holding out his hand. Pho Nghien stopped. He glanced at the groom. Look at me again. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. But can't say. Finally, he let go. Put my hand in the groom's hand. The moment he turned around, I saw a tear slide down his face. Just one drop. He quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand. When he returned to his seat, Hua Thanh gave him a tissue. He did not accept. But he snorted again. After that, the wedding witness asked if he had anything to say to the newlywed couple. He stood up. Cleared his throat. "I'm not educated, I can't say nice things." The whole hall was quiet. "Sixteen years ago, late one night, a little girl as big as a hand grabbed my clothes tightly, refusing to let go." "At that time I thought, just babysitting for someone for a while, no big deal." He paused for a moment. "The result is that you look once, look like you for the rest of your life." Laughter rang out. Someone was wiping tears. "When she was little, she didn't like to talk, but now she talks more than me." "When she was little, she was afraid of the dark, now... still afraid of the dark." I stood on the stage, crying and laughing at the same time. "I don't have any skills, just give her a place to live and a meal." "After that, it's up to her to try." "It has nothing to do with me." Hua Thanh quietly muttered under the stage: "Again, again." then..." Pho Nghien took a deep breath. Looking towards my groom. “Boy

kid." The groom stood at attention. "Yes!" "There are three scars on the back of her neck." The whole hall was quiet. "That was left by someone else." "If you give her another wound..." "No matter on the body or in the heart." "No matter how old I live, I will come find you." "Understood?" The groom's eyes also turned red. "I understand." "Uncle Pho, I swear." Pho Nghien nodded. Then sat down. Seconds later, he cried. Not the kind of tears that stained his suit. Hua Thanh, sitting next to him, gave him a pack of tissues. He wiped his eyes with sand. "General Manager, we're in the house." "General Manager, Shut up." I didn't care. I picked up the microphone. "I also want to say a few words." Everyone looked at me. "Before I was six years old, I always felt like I was the most redundant person in the world." "No one wanted me." "Then there was a fool who tricked my mother into 'helping babysit for a while'..." "And then babysat me for twenty years." "The first bowl of porridge he cooked for me was very salty, because he Mistaking sugar for salt.”