Chapter 10 — Praying for Tham Yen Tri Binh A

Tong Truong Uyen opened the letter and read it once, then raised his head to look at her. "Someone said, if you can't marry the person you want, you'd rather be alone until old age." So Lang Yen said, "She can kneel all night for the person in her heart, and I can't even send a letter of separation for that long." "You and I are comrades, not husband and wife. The day we got married, I went to war, I shouldn't continue to disappoint you." Tong Truong Uyen was silent for a beat, took a pre-written letter of separation from the corner, and gave it to her. The two exchanged letters. "One more thing." So Lang Yen clasped the envelope in her hand, looked up at him, "Three years ago, no one in the entire court dared to receive the seal of military command. I am a woman, I cannot lead soldiers, I can only go as a military commander - but the condition is that I must get married first." "Tong Truong Uyen, that day when you lifted your veil, the first thing you said was 'General So, you have suffered a loss'. In fact, the one who suffered was you. You used your reputation as an authority. I will always remember this kindness." Tong Truong Uyen looked at her and shook his head. "You kept three citadels, fought seventeen battles, and the people of Bac Canh even made a memorial for you. If we talk about gratitude, I owe you. Without you, the day Dong Citadel was destroyed, I wouldn't have been able to return." So Lang Yen smiled: "Then we'll still be friends." Tong Truong Uyen hugged her: "Comrade." When she stepped out of the tent, the north wind hit her face, so cold that she shivered, but her heart suddenly felt a little lighter. She held the letter of separation signed by Tong Truong Uyen and strode back. From afar, I saw a person standing in front of my tent. Dressed in moonlight white, still holding the cup of water she poured in her hand. The water was cold, he still carried it. He did not wait in the tent but stood outside the door, not knowing how long he stood. She walked in front of him and held out two divorce envelopes. "I've reconciled. To Uyen has the courage, so do I." So Lang Yen held up the two divorce envelopes in front of him, the north wind blowing the paper made a loud noise. Tham Yen Tri reached out to receive it, bowed his head and looked for a long time. "Yes." He nodded. "'Yes' what 'yeah', can't you say two more words?" So Lang Yen was a little dissatisfied with his attitude. "Very happy." He said. So Lang Yen looked at his face. The mouth spoke happily, but the eye sockets turned red for a moment. Without revealing anything, she turned and opened the curtain and walked in: "The water is cold. Come in, I'll pour you another cup." The oil lamp in the tent was still on. She poured a cup of water and pushed it to his hand, while she sat on the edge of the table, holding a roll of bandage around her finger to play. Tham Yen Tri sat on an old chair and suddenly asked: "When you used to go on patrol, what did you eat in the morning?" So Lang Yen was stunned when asked: "I casually nibble on two pieces of dry food. When in battle, where will I have time to eat breakfast?" The next morning, it was not yet dawn, she opened the curtains to prepare to go on patrol, almost kicking over a box of food placed in front of the door. In the box there was a bowl of porridge still steaming, next to it were two misshapen cakes. She squatted and looked at the bowl of porridge for a long time, then turned around and called into the tent: "Tham Yen Tri! What are you doing here?" Tham Yen Tri walked out from the tent. There was kitchen ash in her hair, her moonlight white sleeve was wet: "Borrow the stove from the kitchen. Try it." So Lang Yen took a sip of porridge, almost burned to death, but still swallowed it. She lowered her head to look at the bowl of porridge - thin, the rice grains were raw, the edges of the toast were charred black. She knew him for thirteen years. He came to pour himself a cup of tea and still felt annoyed. It wasn't yet dawn when he got up and borrowed the kitchen stove to cook breakfast for her. So Lang Yen took a bite of the cake and chewed it very slowly. “Tham Yen Tri, first

Isn't that what you hate the most? You have to call the servant to pour yourself a cup of tea, but now you're going to bake a cake for me?" He didn't answer. She finished the cake, drank all the porridge, wiped her mouth, then stood up, stuffing the empty bowl into his hand. "Tomorrow, don't bake the cake anymore, bake it yourself." Tham Yen Tri received the bowl, the corners of her lips moved slightly. From that day, every morning there was a box of food in front of So Lang Yen's camp. The baked cake went from burnt black to barely visible, porridge. She never complimented him, but she always ate everything. She didn't understand how a person could completely change in just a few short days. He didn't scold her or argue with her anymore. Every day before dawn, he always walked three steps away from her, as if he was afraid of breaking something Why are you suddenly being so nice to me? She didn't dare to hear the answer to that question. On the third day, after returning from camp, she found Tham Yen Tri squatting in front of the cliff, looking at the words she carved, crossing her arms: "Have you seen enough?" I just carved haphazardly, there's nothing worth looking at." "The carving is very beautiful." He said.