Chapter 10 — Spring Falling On Red Dress

"Sister, I'm not asking for your forgiveness. I just want to ask what do I need to bring to register for evening classes?" In her previous life, Tang Van Hoa later married an accountant in a factory. Life after marriage was not favorable, she returned to her mother's house several times crying. Manh Thu Binh advised her to be patient, saying that all women are like that. Perhaps the evil of many people is not born to grow into a poisonous tree, but just because no one tells them that they can still choose a different lifestyle. "Household registration book, introduction letter and two photos." Tang Van Hoa raised her head. "Are you willing to tell me?" "The road there, whether to go or not is up to you." She nodded forcefully. "I will pay you for the money and things you owe me." "If your mother owes you money, let her You have to pay for what you took." Tang Van Hoa's face turned red. "Okay." As soon as she left, Tong Bach Xuyen came from the newspaper office gate. He wasn't wearing a military helmet, his hair was blown by the wind, and his whole body was less sharp than before. "Can I tell you a few words?" "Say it." He looked at me, it seemed like he had a lot to say but didn't know where to start. "Bach Tri Duong has been sent to the rural medical station. About the mountain, I will write down a report and hand over the real situation to the organization." "That is the right thing to do." "Your father's side, I will also come and explain. It's me." I'm sorry, it's not that I'm arbitrary." "No need." Tong Bach Xuyen smiled bitterly. "Now I don't want to accept even this bit of justice." "I can't accept it." His throat moved. "Thanh Chi, these past two days I've been thinking. Before, I thought that military people had to know the big picture. But I turned understanding into a rope, tying you up, tying up my mother too." "Your mother understood things earlier than you." His eyes were dark. again. "Last night, she scolded me all night. She said my father passed away early. She was afraid that others would say I was not well-educated, so she always controlled me very strictly. Later, I used that strictness on my younger brother." There was some sincerity in these words. But the wound will not close by itself just because a reason is given too late. "Tong Bach Xuyen, in the future you will meet someone willing to live with you." He quickly raised his head. "I don't want to meet anyone else." "That's your business." "Thanh Chi." His voice was bitter. "Can I still pursue you?" Outside the backyard door, Van Chieu Da, holding a stack of old newspapers, suddenly stopped walking. Tong Bach Xuyen also saw him, his eyebrows and eyes turned cold for a moment. But very quickly, he seemed to remember something, trying to force down his coldness. "I don't want to force you." "Then don't pursue." He was stunned. "What I owe you is not pursuit but not bothering." The old newspaper husband in Van Chieu Da's arms made a slight rustling sound. Tong Bach Xuyen stood in the wind, his eyes gradually turning red. "Okay." When that word was said, it was like half of his strength was taken away. When he turned to leave, his back was still straight. When he reached the gate, Tong's mother suddenly appeared. In her hand she carried a cloth bag. "Thanh Chi." I quickly came to help her. "Auntie, why did you come?" She stuffed the cloth bag into my hand. Inside was a red dress that had been patched up, along with a pair of newly stitched cotton shoes. "The kiss is canceled, the things should be returned to you. The shoes were made by aunt, not considered a bride price from the Song family. If you don't like it, just wear it." Tears fell from her eyes. "Bach Xuyen is sorry to you, but I really love you." "I know." Tong's mother wiped the corner of her eyes. "In the future, live well. Don't torment yourself for anyone. I'm exhausted.” Those words seemed to come from my grave in my previous life. I hugged her. Her body smelled of soapberry and charcoal. "You also have to live well." Not far away, Tong Bach Xuyen stopped walking. He didn't turn around. Mom

Tong left my arms and turned around to chase his son. The mother and daughter, one in front and the other in the back, walked out of the editorial office gate. The red dress lay still in the cloth bag. Van Chieu Da walked over and placed a stack of old newspapers on the stone table. "The file room has been cleaned. The window is broken, I will find someone to fix it this afternoon." I nodded. "Sorry." He looked at the wound on my face. "In front of the editorial office there is a state-owned restaurant, the egg noodles there are quite delicious. Editor-in-Chief Co said he would invite his new colleague's first meal." My stomach didn't know how to listen and suddenly growled. Van Chieu Da tilted his head and smiled, not looking any further. "Let's go, comrade Tang Thanh Chi." 12 Half a month later, the first reportage with my signature was published in the newspaper. The title is “Red dress and gray cotton shirt”. The article does not mention Tong Bach Xuyen, nor does it mention Bach Tri Duong. I write about female workers at the Dieu Que Tran textile factory. After getting married, her husband's family criticized her for dressing too brightly and forced her to wear old cotton shirts to work. Later, she won first prize in the factory's technical competition. The day she received the award, she wore the red shirt she made herself. The day the newspaper was sent to the factory, the propaganda board was filled with people. Manh Thu Binh also came.