Chapter 1 — Straight or curved, it's still with you

While taking her for a walk, I met a handsome guy. Unable to help myself, I glanced a few more times. She glanced at me, immediately understood, then said: "Wait here." The seventy-year-old woman resolutely turned around and walked straight towards the young man. A moment later, my phone rang. From the other end of the line came a low, magnetic male voice: "Hello, your grandmother is lost, where are you? I came to find you." 1 I was frozen in place for a long time by her "manipulation". I always knew that my old lady had an open personality, but I didn't expect... to be this open. "...Do you hear me? I brought him to find you." Another low, magnetic male voice rang out in my ear. I suddenly woke up and quickly replied: "I heard, I'm at the pavilion in the middle of the lake." "YES." The short syllable fell, then the other side hung up. Waiting a while, a tall figure appeared in the sunset, walking towards me step by step. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, paradoxically long legs, making even the simplest black outfit look extremely beautiful on him. I couldn't help but peeked a few more times. My grandmother held that handsome guy's hand and smiled kindly: "Tieu Chu, thank you for taking the trouble to take me home. Let's go, let's go to my house for dinner." "Thank you, but there's no need, my grandmother is still waiting." The two of them talked while walking towards me. Coming closer, I heard my grandmother ask him in surprise: "... My old friend... Thanh Anh, is that your grandmother?" Chu Nghien Tham smiled and nodded. “… So, in fact, my Kha Kha is three years older than you.” She grabbed my hand, then turned to talk to him. As soon as these words were uttered, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became quiet. Chu Nghien Tham slightly raised his eyebrows, followed her words, tilted his head to look at me. At a close distance, his tall, straight figure and his handsome, tough facial features gave me a feeling of intense shock. Our eyes met, and the person who felt guilty was me and immediately dodged in another direction. Faced with such captivating beauty, in my heart there is only the Party and the People. But if you think about it carefully... Men are also people. On behalf of my grandmother and the People, I would like to thank you. His eyes stayed on me for a few seconds, the corners of his lips curled slightly: "Nothing, sister." 2 I don't know if it was my illusion, but it seemed like he deliberately emphasized the word "sister". At this time, on the other side of the bridge, an old lady was waving at my grandmother, her voice full of emotion: "Quy Huong, long time no see!" Quy Huong is my grandmother's name. The two old ladies met again after a long time and chatted excitedly, never ending their words. So Grandma Chu enthusiastically pulled us together: "It's been a while since we talked, let's go eat, let this kid take care of us." “Boy”… refers to that top-notch big guy? I was just about to refuse, but he stepped forward, looked down at me, the corners of his lips raised, half smiling and half not: "Sister, let's go." Perhaps because of that way of addressing her, or perhaps because of Chu Nghien Tham's expression, Grandma Chu seemed to see a glimmer of hope. She squeezed my hand, pulled me up a few steps, then leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Kha Kha, you are all young people, there are many suitable things to talk about. Please advise him to help me, it's okay for two men to be together." I widened my eyes and followed reflexively asked again: "Who?" Grandma Chu angrily pointed at the man walking next to my grandmother behind: "Who else, it's him! Bringing her boyfriend back, almost made this old lady angry." Really stimulating. It's truly too stimulating. As a beauty fan like me, it's rare to meet a guy who fits my style so well... the result is curvy. My heart is half cold. “Sister, what are you thinking?” Chu Nghien Tham raised his hand and waved it in front of me, then immediately bent down, blocking his flawlessly handsome face from my view. So handsome… little brother… no, little sister. Suddenly I understood the feeling of helplessness that ancient eunuchs felt when walking around the castle. Seeing my eyes gradually fade, he frowned slightly: "Nothing?" Then he opened the passenger door for me: "Please." There was a very clean scent in the car, no perfume, no cigarette smell. The two old ladies were already sitting in the back row, holding hands and chatting happily. The narrow space seems to be divided into two parts. The background was filled with the chirping laughter of the ladies. As for the front... it was strangely quiet. Chu Nghien Tham turned on bluetooth and prepared to turn on the music. He tilted his head and asked me what song I wanted to listen to. Under his attentive gaze, I slowly uttered the song's name: "Luong Luong". 3 We went to a private restaurant. Very famous. Also very expensive. As soon as I sat down, Grandma Chu immediately placed the menu in front of me, enthusiastically: "Kha Kha, if there's anything you like here, just order it, order it all, absolutely don't be polite." I was still shaken by the news just now, to the point where the food that was normally so delicious was no longer pleasing to look at. But not wanting to betray her enthusiasm, I still chose two dishes that my grandmother likes to eat. Only then did he give the menu back to Chu Nghien Tham. It was clear that he was a regular customer here. After understanding each person's preferences and taboos, he immediately ordered some of the restaurant's famous specialties. My grandmother looked at him with appreciative eyes, even giving me a look - this guy is not bad. It's really not bad. Among boys, this type of person is definitely extremely expensive. It's such a pity... "Sister, what are you sighing about?" He said the word "sister" so smoothly that it somehow sounded right to my ears. He poured seven servings of tea, then gently pushed the cup towards me. "Thank." "Nothing." I picked up the tea cup and took a sip, but my eyes stopped on his hand that was gently tapping the ironwood table. The finger bones are clear, clean white and elongated, with pinkish buds at the joints. Truly a magical dish for those who love hands. Chu Nghien Tham caught my gaze, the corner of his lips curled even deeper, raised his hand in front of my face, deliberately prolonged his voice and asked: "Is it beautiful?" “You… you.” I raised my head and met his half-smiling, half-teasing eyes. I was sure he was deliberately teasing me. I was still planning on forming my words to counterattack, when the food was brought up. The waiter took turns getting between me and him to put each dish on the table. The tense atmosphere from before immediately died down. I quickly swallowed back what I just said, "no taste". Because just looking at these dishes makes people salivate. The craving for food appeared, I temporarily threw it to the back of my head. In the end, the meal was eaten with great satisfaction under Grandma Chu's enthusiasm. After dinner, I used Chu Nghien Tham's phone number to make WeChat friends with him. In the middle of the crowd, he turned his head, the corner of his lips curled into a smile that was half provocative, half affirming. That look clearly seemed to be saying - see, I knew right away you would add me. He agreed to the invitation. Although he does have the qualifications to be narcissistic, he also has the capital to be confident. But for some reason, I feel uncomfortable no matter how I look at it. Immediately, I sent a text message: 【Split the meal in half.】 Chu Nghien Tham finished paying and walked straight to my side. Under the warm light, his face with stereoscopic features stands out even more. Especially when he lowered his eyes, just looking intently at one person, those eyes were so passionate that... even a dog looked at them and was moved. Of course, I don't mean to scold myself for being a dog. He stepped forward and pressed down on the gesture I was preparing to transfer. “Sister, keep it, next time you can invite me to dinner.” Grandma Chu also noticed, quickly pulled my hand and said: "I told you, let this kid take the bag today, don't go back on your word." Having said this to this point, I had no choice but to take the phone back. Afterwards, Grandma Chu asked him to take us home, but I did not agree. One meal is enough to consider crossing the line. On the way home, my grandmother smiled and asked me how Chu Nghien Tham was. “It's okay, it would be better if he wasn't curvy.” My grandmother didn't understand what "curvy" and "straight" meant. In her perception: "If it's bent, can't you straighten it?" Such a powerful statement that I... was speechless.