Chapter 1 — Return To The Mountains And Forests

The day I had a miscarriage and suffered severe blood loss, my parents ran to the hospital in heavy rain but met with a traffic accident on the road. I lay on the operating table, using my bloody hand to sign the surgery notification form for them. The baby couldn't be saved, and my parents couldn't save it either. The person I kept calling but didn't answer posted an extremely excited congratulatory post on my friends circle. 【Congratulations Ngoan Ngoan, worked hard all night, finally become a mother.】 I weakly clicked like, and he immediately sent me a WeChat message. There were only two words: "Delete." I sent him the hospital locator. "Go to the hospital, I have something to tell you in person." "I have something important to do, I can't come! When I go to the doctor, call my parents to come with me, they have nothing to do anyway." "The important thing you said was delivering her dog?" "Why did my mother turn into a bitch?" "A woman is so jealous? Can you even be jealous of a dog?" I didn't have the strength to argue with him. If he doesn't come, then just talk to my lawyer. …… After taking care of the funeral arrangements for my parents, it was evening the next day. I dragged my tired body to open the door and enter the house. The house, which was once neat and tidy, is now unbearably messy. Huo Tu Nian was bowing his head looking for something, but the objects in his hand were casually thrown to the floor. It's like he's used to it and is sure that no matter how messy he is, there will always be someone to clean it up for him. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he didn't bother to raise his head, his voice carrying some dissatisfaction. "Where did you go all day on the weekend? Even at lunch I had to order food from outside." I was stunned. It turns out he didn't come home last night. For the past two years, he's always been like that. The light in Manh Uyen Uyen's apartment was broken, so in the middle of the night he could get up and run to help her fix it. But he forgot to lock the door properly, causing a drunk guy to mistakenly walk in, scaring me so much that I had nightmares for a whole month. Manh Uyen Uyen's dog is about to give birth, he can also refuse to go to the medical examination with me. He even asked for leave a week in advance to be with her, even though that was originally the job of a veterinarian. Not receiving an answer, Hoc Tu Nien finally looked at me, a look of surprise in his eyes. "Your face is so pale, is the baby hurting you again?" I took a step back, avoiding his hand that was about to touch my stomach, calmly asked: "I called you seventy-six times yesterday, why didn't you answer the phone?" Hoo Tu Nien's hand still stopped in mid-air. Hearing that, he immediately frowned. "Tang Le, are you questioning me?" "I and Uyen Uyen are childhood sweethearts. Ngoan Ngoan is not like the other animals in her store, it's a dog she raised with her since childhood, her feelings are very deep." "Ngoan Ngoan is about to give birth, Uyen Uyen is worried and wants to die, I have to help deliver the baby. In such a vital moment, I marry Where is the time to listen to your meaningless phone calls? That accident was extremely cruel. Dad had just been taken to the hospital and had no vital signs. Although my mother was taken to the emergency surgery room, her injuries were both serious and complicated. Hoac Tu Nian's colleague said that perhaps only if he performed the surgery himself, could mother have a glimmer of hope of survival. He said he didn't have time

He answered my phone call, but right after I liked the post, he immediately called me and ordered me to unlike it. Just because she was afraid that Manh Uyen Uyen would think too much. "Are we really just childhood sweethearts?" "But Hoac Tu Nien, I saw you kiss her." Right at the restaurant where he proposed to me, the sitting position was exactly the same as that year. In my panic, I didn't see the motorbike coming quickly. Even though the opponent braked in time, the little life that had just turned three months old in my belly was finally gone. A look of panic flashed through Hoac Tu Nian's normally calm eyes. "Uyen Uyen was too worried about Ngoan Ngoan, so I took her out to relieve herself. She drank a little more, so..." His attitude softened a bit. "Okay, don't mention this again. Next time I go for a prenatal check-up, I will definitely go with you." That's it again. Use a clumsy excuse to ignore me, then give me a little sweetness, as if nothing ever happened. But Hoac Tu Nien, from now on, you never need to go to the doctor with me again. "No need, let's divorce." Hoac Tu Nien was stunned, then became angry from embarrassment. "Tang Le, do people like you who come from a career as reporters like to make small matters into big ones? You said it was just an unexpected incident, do you need to take it so seriously?" "And now I'm just a A logistics worker doing odd jobs at a television station, nearly thirty years old, pregnant. Besides me, who else would marry you?" "For this family, I'm so busy that my feet don't touch the ground in the hospital every day, not to come home and see you causing trouble with me!" He angrily walked out. As he passed by the door, he suddenly saw a corner of a document exposed in my pocket. The four words "Death Certificate" are extremely clear and eye-catching. Hoc Tu Nien turned his head in doubt. "Who passed away?" Just as Hoc Tu Nien was about to pull out the document to see clearly, the phone suddenly rang. Manh Uyen Uyen's voice was choked and helpless. "Mr. Tu Nien, it seems like a puppy choked on milk. There are still customers in the store, I really can't handle it." "It won't die, will it? I'm so scared..." Hoac Tu Nien's face immediately filled with tension. "Don't cry, I'll be there right away." Having said that, he quickly left without turning back. Even in his office, which he never allowed me to enter, he forgot to lock the door. As if possessed by a ghost, I walked inside, but the item at the foot of the desk made my eyes sting. That year, I was the most promising young reporter on the station, assigned to interview the old director. But the old man had an arrogant and cold personality and flatly refused to let me in. After many days of continuous overtime, I had low blood sugar and fainted in the flower garden. Huo Si Nian was the one who saved me. He said the old dean was stubborn and would never change what he had decided. I bowed my head in disappointment. In the next second, an orange candy was stuffed into his mouth. Huo Tu Nian blinked at me playfully. "But I admire people who are serious about their work. So, please interview me." Later I learned that he was the youngest medical professor in the city. I don't know how many people wanted to interview this handsome genius in the medical world but couldn't. I was the only one he broke the rules for. Thanks to that, Hoac Tu Nien and I also got to know each other. After that, we both became increasingly busy. Huo Tu Nian looked at me awkwardly. "A Le, I know that becoming a top reporter is your ideal."

Elderly people in the house cannot be left without anyone to take care of them. Can I quit my job? I guarantee that I will treat you well for the rest of my life." I also knew that becoming the best doctor was his ideal. So, I compromised. I didn't quit my job, but asked to be transferred to the more leisurely logistics department. At least that way, I could still be close to the job I loved. During many sleepless nights, I sat under the light, stroking my reporter's card. Every time Huo Si Nien saw it, he felt extremely guilty, repeatedly promising. promised that he would treat me well. But now, the reporter card that I cherished so much was used as a table leg. I used Manh Uyen Uyen's birthday to open his safe. On top was a very thick kraft paper bag. Inside were all kinds of photos of the two of them hugging, kissing, and walking on the beach Store decoration and many other things. Even though he lost money every month, he was still willing to spend money to compensate her. The words on the cover of the folder were in Hoac Tu Nien's handwriting. "I am always willing to overcome all obstacles for your ideals." I stared at that sentence for a long time. The image of me taking care of my parents, washing clothes, cooking and cleaning the house for him for a long time appeared in my mind Old colleague was full of enthusiasm, working day and night to prepare interview drafts. I suddenly burst out laughing. It turned out that he also knew how to protect other people's ideals. After taking pictures of all the things and putting them back in their place, I finally made a decision. "Hello, Ms. Vuong, I heard that the station is recruiting people to be war correspondents, so far no one has signed up." "If you don't mind, I'm ready to go." Ms. Vuong was surprised, then happy. said: “Very good. That year, when you asked to transfer to the logistics department, I felt very sorry. This opportunity is extremely rare, it may be a bit dangerous, but after returning, your background will be completely different." "Prepare well, leave in a few days." Hanging up the phone, I started packing my luggage. In this house, there is nothing left that makes me nostalgic. Only the last sweater my mother knitted for me before she passed away is the one I want to take away. When I was a child, my mother also knitted me a lot of clothes. Later when I grew up, my mother knitted me again. As I get older, my eyes are no longer as good as before. I didn't want my mother to work hard, so I didn't let her knit anymore. After I got pregnant, I suddenly became very afraid of the cold. Mom secretly knitted me a sweater again because she stayed up late. She still calmly waved her hand. "The knitting is warm, the wool is also good, I chose it myself." "I love the child in my belly, I also love my daughter." But now, that sweater has disappeared. Remembering the scene when I got home, I was just about to call Hoac Tu Nien to ask when I saw Manh Uyen Uyen post a post on my friends circle. "Hehe, I just said the newborns were afraid of the cold, someone immediately brought the sweater~" "Thank you on behalf of the children~ Of course, this mother's skills in renovating clothes are not average." It turns out that Hoac Tu Nien came to her place to celebrate the puppies' birthday. In the photo, the two of them pressed their heads together, each holding three puppies in their arms, and I immediately realized that the "dog clothes" on the puppies were cut from the sweater my mother knitted for me.