Chapter 8 — Spring Falling On Red Dress

I looked at him. "I enjoy the fact that she sees me as a benefactor, and also enjoy the fact that you have to give in for that so-called life-saving grace." His face turned white. "Thanh Chi, I admit I was at fault, but she and I have never crossed the limit." In his previous life, he also said he had never crossed the limit. But he devoted all his patience to Bach Tri Duong and all his rigor to me. The status is with me, the favoritism is with her. "Tong Bach Xuyen, do you think that only when hugging each other can be said to be over the limit?" He couldn't answer. Outside the alley, the sound of children chasing and laughing was heard, and they quickly ran away. Tong Bach Xuyen lowered his head to look at the red dress. "From now on, I won't care what you wear anymore." If this sentence had appeared a lifetime earlier, maybe I would have cried. Now I just feel it's too late. "It's not about the dress." "So what's the matter?" "It's that you never considered me a person." Tong Bach Xuyen raised his head. "I don't have it." "You do." I calmly told him each story. "You wore a red dress, I made you stand until it was dark. Bach Tri Duong brought a letter in the middle of the night, you said she had saved you. You bear the resentment, I made you apologize. You canceled the marriage, I said you caused it." story.” “In my eyes, you don't know pain, don't have face, don't have your own path, there are only three words military wife.” Tong Bach Xuyen's fingers slowly tightened. The red dress was grabbed by him until it was wrinkled. "Give me a chance." As soon as those words fell, the people eavesdropping in the yard all took a breath. A person like Song Bach Xuyen who bows his head is rarer than flowers blooming on a snowy day. But I just asked him: "If Bach Tri Duong's matter had not been discovered, would you have given me a chance?" He couldn't answer. "It's not that I knew I was wrong." The wind blew the hem of the red dress up. "I just found out you were really going to leave." Tong Bach Xuyen's eyes were a little red. "Thanh Chi, we've known each other for so many years." "So I saved face for you." I took a step back. "Don't come looking for me anymore." At that moment, Director Vuong of the neighborhood office led someone into the alley. "Is Tang Thanh Chi home?" Finally, my father came out of the house. "Director Vuong, why are you here?" Director Vuong looked at Tong Bach Xuyen and then looked at me. "The district newspaper called the neighborhood, saying they had made an appointment with comrade Tang Thanh Chi to come for an interview this afternoon. Calling the factory, no one answered, so he switched to us." Manh Thu Binh rushed out. "What interview? He didn't. go!" Director Vuong frowned. "Comrade Manh Thu Binh, this is a normal posting appointment for the district newspaper, why don't you let her go?" Manh Thu Binh opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. Dad felt embarrassed. "Go, of course you have to go." Tong Bach Xuyen looked at me with a complicated expression. "I'll take you away." "No need." Behind Director Vuong, a young man riding a large horizontal frame bicycle took off his helmet. "Comrade Tang Thanh Chi, I'm Van Chieu Da of the district newspaper editorial board. I just came to work in the neighborhood, I came to pick you up on the way." Tong Bach Xuyen's eyes immediately turned cold. Van Chieu Da, as if he didn't see it, nodded at me. "I read your article. You write very well." This is the first time in both lives that someone said in front of everyone that I write very well. Manh Thu Binh's face turned pale. In her hand, Tong Bach Xuyen was still holding the red dress. Van Chieu Da looked at the dress. "These are your clothes?" "Yes." He reached out to take them, folded them neatly and placed them on my cloth bag. "You have to keep your own things." Tong Bach Xuyen's hand was empty. 10 The district newspaper editorial board was located next to the old post office. The stairs are so narrow that only one person can pass at a time. Notices are posted on the wall

selected articles, the ink has faded slightly. Van Chieu Da took me to the second floor. "The editor-in-chief is waiting for you." The interview was shorter than I thought. The editor-in-chief's surname is Co, his hair is gray, and he wears an old pair of glasses. He flipped through the issues of the newspaper and my new manuscript and asked three questions. "Why do you write about female workers in the factory?" "They work every day, so someone should write about them." "Why don't you use your real name to submit the article?" "Your family doesn't support it." "Do they support it now?" I looked at the gray and white sky outside the window. "It's not important anymore." Editor-in-Chief Co smiled. "Next week come for a trial, first as a collaborator for the magazine. The salary is not high, You get a lunch, you have to find a place to live yourself." Van Chieu Da added from the side. "In the back yard of the editorial office, there is an empty document room that is leaking air. It's not convenient for the female comrade to live there. I can help you ask for a place to stay in the Women's Union dormitory." "Thank you." As soon as the two words were said, the sound of arguing downstairs suddenly rang out. "I'm looking for Tang Thanh Chi!" It was Manh Thu Binh. She chased me here again. Editor-in-Chief Co frowned. Very quickly, three people crowded up the stairs. Manh Thu Binh, Tang Van Hoa and Bach Tri Duong. Seeing Bach Tri Duong, I was not surprised.