Chapter 11 — Secret Explosive Burning of Cow Dung

People in the village are so talkative that if they take two sips of wine, they will talk about anything. They told me my fate was close. Tell my biological parents they don't need me. Tell me that being raised by the Van family is like the ancestral tombs emitting green smoke. I always pretend like I don't care. But pretending for a long time doesn't mean the knife doesn't hurt. I softly asked: "So whose family are you?" My mother didn't say anything right away. On the contrary, Niu Dai Dung in the screen suddenly rushed forward.

“Don't talk!”

This scream of his is equivalent to pinning all eyes on him. Luc Van Da's eyes turned cold.

“Nuu Dai Dung, are you afraid of what your aunt will say?”

Nuu Dai Dung's lips turned white.

“My father is dead.”

“Are you so determined to drag the dead out?”

My mother on the other end of the phone laughed coldly.

“The dead can't speak, but the living have the right to lie forever?”

Bach Nhiem raised his eyes. The string in my heart was finally straightened a bit. I asked: "Mom, what relationship does Niu Vinh Phuc have with me?" On the other end of the line came a very soft, choked cry. Then my mother said: “He is not your father.”

“But that year he knew where my real birth certificate was hidden.”

08 After that sentence fell, the scene was as if someone had lifted another layer of lid. Birth certificate. These four words are heavier than the two words personal life. Because it is no longer a nonsense rumor of the people in the village. It's not like a photo or a letter can make up a story. Tham Kieu sat up straight.

“Auntie, is it okay for you to continue talking?”

My mother didn't answer her. She just called my name.

“Duong Duong, remember well.”

“Parents raise their children because they want to, not because someone gives them a favor.”

“I don't owe anyone.”

My eyes sting. I turned my face away, stubbornly suppressing my bitterness.

“I know.”

My mother sniffled.

“That year when you came to my house, you were only 2 months old.”

“The person who brought the child was not Nguu Vinh Phuc.”

"It's Duong Thuy Phuong."

The cup in Bach Nhiem's hand shook again. This time she couldn't hold it. The bottom of the cup hit the table, making a dry "click" sound. Tham Kieu looked at her.

“Bach Nhiem, do you know Duong Thuy Phuong?”

Bach Nhiem's smile was no longer forced.

“She is my aunt.”

“But she passed away many years ago.”

My mother spoke coldly on the phone.

“She did not have to pass away.”

“She took the money and ran away.”

Bach Nhiem's face changed completely.

“You lie!”

Her voice hissed.

“My aunt is no longer there, what right do you have to defame her?”

My mother didn't pay any attention to her.

"That year, Duong Thuy Phuong took her child to Van's house, said that her biological mother was in trouble, and begged us to take care of her for a few days."

“She also said that when everything goes well, someone will come pick you up.”

“But then, the person who came to pick me up was nowhere to be found.”

"And the person who came was Nguu Vinh Phuc."

My hand holding the phone tightened more and more.

“What did he say?”

“He said my biological parents don't need me anymore.”

“He said Duong Thuy Phuong took money from people and then threw the baby to us.”

"And threatened that if we asked more, it would bring disaster to the whole village."

I laughed coldly.

“He's just the village chief The house is also very spacious.”

Luc Van Da suddenly spoke up.

“He doesn't have to fear that your family will be in trouble.”

“He was afraid that my family would come after him to town.”

I looked towards the screen.

“What do you know?”

Luc Van Da closed the old diary.

“My grandfather used to run paperwork in town a few times on behalf of the village.”

“Before he died, he left behind a bag of cement paper.”

"Inside there are drafts of certifications from Lien Thuy village during those years."

Nuu Dai Dung almost jumped up from his chair.