Chapter 7 — No Longer Waiting For Someone To Remember Me

“After my son got married, everything had to be divided in half.” "The house loan has to be borne by him, living expenses also have to be paid by him, and when he comes home, he still has to look at your face." That sentence made me laugh. “The home loan is paid by both of us.” “Living expenses are also spent by both people.” “Mom said he has to bear it all, so is the amount of money I transfer every month considered air?” Liu Guifen's lips trembled. “The money a woman earns is sooner or later the money in the house.” I asked: “Does ‘in the house’ mean yours and Tran Hao, or does it also include you?” She did not answer. He couldn't see anymore. "You are a descendant, do you have to be so aggressive in forcing people like that?" I took the tissue off the back of my hand. The red stain is still there. "So when the soup shot into my hand, did anyone ask if it hurt or not?" Only then did a few people look towards my hand. Tran Hao's eyes fluctuated. He took a half step forward. “If you were burned, why didn't you say anything?” I looked at him. “You're right there.” He stopped. This statement embarrassed him more than any criticism. The cousin whispered: "Do I need to apply ointment?" I said: “No need.” “Compared with my hand, I want to calculate the amounts clearly first.” As soon as he heard about the bill, Liu Que Phan immediately cried again. "I knew it right away. In this house, I am the one left over." I said: "Mom is not an extra person." She raised her head. I continued: “Mom is very important.” "It's so important that mom missed a bowl of rice, Tran Hao can tell you not to compare." "It's so important that my mother took the money from the joint account, but Tran Hao took it for granted." “It's so important that I called all my relatives over, but you still have to take care of my mother's face first.” Her cries choked. The living room was so silent that only the sound of the clock running could be heard. Her aunt's face was also not natural. She looked at Tran Hao. “Hao Hao, what is the matter of money?” Tran Hao was silent. That silence was enough to tell the problem. Auntie sighed. “It's okay to give money to your mother, but you shouldn't take it from the joint account.” Liu Que Phan suddenly raised his head. “Do you blame me too?” Auntie lowered her voice. "It's not that I blame you. It's just that this doesn't make sense." Luu Que Phan's face immediately turned pale. Perhaps she did not expect her relatives to come, but the situation was not completely in her favor. Tran Hao's face became increasingly gloomy. He suddenly said: "Okay, I will make up for it." I said: “Make up for the joint account.” He gritted his teeth. “I know.” I took out my phone and opened my transaction history. "Start making up for the amounts in the last three months. I will continue to check the amounts before the three months." He suddenly looked at me. “How long are you planning to check?” I said: "Check until there are no more transactions you don't know about." He smiled coldly. “Are you going to turn your family life into an audit?” I looked at him. "Not." “I'm preparing to confirm whether this life is still worth continuing or not.” As soon as the sentence ended, the atmosphere in the living room seemed to instantly freeze. Luu Que Phan grabbed the sofa and sat down. “What do you mean?” I don't answer her. I looked at Tran Hao. “Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, next to the lobby of the Civil Affairs Bureau, there will be a marriage consultation counter.” "I'm coming, let's talk." “If you don't come, I'll go ask about the procedure myself.” Tran Hao's face slowly lost all the blood.
The hallway light outside suddenly turned off. In the house there were only three sets of bowls and chopsticks left on the blindingly white dining table. 09 That evening, the relatives did not stay too long. Before leaving, the aunt called Tran Hao to the door and lowered her voice to say a few words. I didn't hear everything clearly, I only heard one sentence: "Don't really push your wife away." Tran Hao did not answer. Liu Que Phan sat on the sofa, continuously wiping tears from his eyes. Occasionally she looked at me, as if waiting for me to step forward and bow. I'm not passing. I brought the newly purchased bag of rice and the small pot into the bedroom. If I can't use the kitchen temporarily, I won't use it. The next morning, I woke up very early. There were no sounds of pots, pans, or chopsticks outside. After I cleaned up and walked out, the dining table was empty. Tran Hao sat on the sofa, there were dark circles under his eyes. Seeing me carrying my bag, he stood up. “Are you really going today?” I asked: “Are you going?” He was silent for a few seconds. “I have a meeting this morning.” I nodded. “Then I'll go on my own.” He quickly walked over and blocked the door. “Manh Tinh, don't use divorce to scare people.” I looked at him. “Do you think I'm threatening you?” His throat moved. “Just for a few meals?” I laughed. “Up until now I still thought it was just a few meals.” He frowned. “So what else could it be?” I reached for the door handle. “They are two people who both want me to spend money and consider me an outsider.” “When I came home hungry, you asked me to cook for myself.” "As your mother, you only need to cry once, and the whole family will come to judge you." “When my hand was burned, I first looked to see if my mother was feeling sorry for herself or not.” Tran Hao's face slowly stiffened. “It's not like you didn't see it last night.” I said: “Yes, I saw it.” “That's why it's even more scary.”