Chapter 7 — Spring Never Ends

There was a time when she was so noble and superior that she only knew how to use "ignorance" to oppress me. In my heart, I was very calm, even feeling foolish. "On what basis should I save?" My voice was so calm that there was not a single ripple. "Don't you all just need enough things to make a good family?" "Didn't you say that my appearance has ruined the happiness of your family of four?" "If I am the redundant destroyer, what right do I have to intervene?" Ha's mother was stiffly blocked by me using her own words from the past. throat. Her whole body trembled, her lips moved, but she could not utter a single syllable. "Tieu Du..." Luc Ky staggered out of the darkness. He shook his hands, took out from his chest a small blue fan wrapped in more than a dozen layers of transparent tape. "I found it." Luc Ky's voice was hoarse as if he had swallowed a piece of glass. "I stayed up for three nights, little by little, taping it together." "Du Du, look at it, it's still usable." "I know it's wrong..." "Like this fan, as long as we put effort into fixing it, it can still be the same as before, right?" "You." Go back, I don't need anything anymore, I just need you..." I looked at the fan full of cracks, unbearably ugly, and smiled softly. "Okay." "Try to turn it on, see if it can be the same as before." Luc Ky's eyes suddenly lit up. He trembled and pressed the switch. The fan blades are stuck in the gaps glued together and cannot rotate no matter what. One second. Two seconds. Psst… A burning smell rose up in my nose. Black smoke spewed out from the rear of the engine. Right after that, a short-circuited electric current suddenly spread to Luc Ky's finger. "Ah!" Luc Ky cried out in pain, his hand shaking. The fan fell onto the cement road. The already fragile shell shattered again. "The thing is broken, barely patched together, the inside is also rotten." "Not only can it not cool, but it will also burn people." I took a step back, completely out of their sight range. I turned around, took Doan Canh Xuyen's arm. "Mr. Luc, Mrs. Ha." "My summer has already ended." "In the future, please don't come and make me nauseous." Doan Canh Xuyen covered me, turned around and got into the car. With a "bang", the car door closed. The wind and rain outside and those three homeless dogs were completely separated from the outside. After the car door closed, Ha's mother vented all her resentment on Ha Thu Man. "It's all your fault!" "If it weren't for you insisting on that air conditioner, if it weren't for you insisting on plagiarism, how could T. Tu Hang be in jail?" "How could our house turn into like this!" Ha Thu Man was knocked down into the mud. "It was me who favored you!" "It was me who taught you that you can rob him of anything!" "Now that something has happened, I blame you." you?!” “Damn you old lady, go away!” Mother and daughter fought in the rain. Luc Ky knelt beside him, looking at the pile of burnt black plastic powder on the ground. The stomach felt a severe pain. He suddenly bent down, "gagged" and vomited a mouthful of sour water mixed with blood and rainwater. That mouthful of blood just happened to fall onto the broken pieces of the fan. On this rainy night without anyone's mercy, they finally had to pay the price. 10Second year working at Tinh Quang Design. I once won the New Designer of the Year award in a national interior design competition. During this process, Doan Canh Xuyen has always been my strongest support team. During a business flight, the plane encountered turbulence. He held my hand, which was white with tension. That large, warm hand conveyed more than just strength. But also the feeling of security because it is considered the "first choice". Something that I have never felt in the past twenty-two years. August, when summer is at its brightest. The home city once again issued a warning

red because of extreme temperatures. The ground temperature is as high as fifty degrees. Ha's mother pulled a woven bag and walked past the electronics store. The glass door opened and closed, cold air pouring out. She stood at the door, looking at rows of brand new air conditioners. Tears mixed with the black mud on his face flowed down. Right at the end of that street, Luc Ky fell into a deep alley filled with stinking garbage. His stomach was bleeding profusely, his vital signs were quickly disappearing. In the last moment when his consciousness was hazy, he felt like he was dreaming a very beautiful dream. In the dream, he returned to that west-facing room. The air conditioner temperature is a comfortable twenty-six degrees. Ha Thu Du sat in front of the desk, turned her head and smiled brightly at him. He used all his strength to reach out, wanting to catch her. But what the fingertips touched was just a giant rat munching on trash. In despair and intense pain, he swallowed his last breath. At the same time. At Van Thanh Opera House, the Designer of the Year award ceremony is taking place. The spotlight is like a river of stars pouring down. I wore an ivory white evening gown that was both sharp and soft, and walked up to the podium to receive the award. Holding the heavy glass trophy in my hand, I looked down at the stands. In the middle of the first row, Doan Canh Xuyen wore a high-quality tailored black suit. He looked at me, his eyes filled with undisguised pride.