Chapter 7 — Summer Bearing Fruit

20. Looking at the back of the butler leaving, I suddenly remembered the ending in Luc Tinh Da's novel. My heart suddenly tightened, and finally I couldn't help but call back: "Wait... Sorry, I have one more question - I must leave a message to Luc Tinh Da." “No one is worth letting him lose himself and go to a dead end.” "Luc Tinh Da should live for himself, not do foolish things for anyone else." I know. His tragic ending —— being stubborn because of love, is almost an inevitable part of the original work. However, I still can't help but hope. Hopefully he can have a different ending. … After returning home, the housekeeper conveyed what I said verbatim. After hearing this, Luc Tinh Da immediately burst out laughing: "Okay, very good - Ha Boi Qua, you are really good!" “Wish me a happy trip?” “You still tell me to live for myself?” He immediately turned around and commanded in a cold voice: "Book a plane ticket now. I want to go abroad. As she wishes!" 21. When the university entrance exam ended, I jumped straight from the rooftop without hesitation. This was originally my predestined ending. The hot wind felt like a knife cutting through my cheeks, and the feeling of losing gravity swallowed my entire consciousness. The moment the body hit the ground, the internal organs seemed to be broken. The world became hazy, glowing red with the color of blood. Only the memory of Luc Tinh Da is still strangely clear. That teenager... The one who always had a lazy smile on the corner of his lips. The one who had a tragic end in the original work. What a pity. I cannot change the trajectory of your fate. As the last ray of consciousness gradually disappeared, I suddenly secretly hoped for one thing: If in the future you could let go of your attachment to Tham Noan... How nice it would be. Because someone as arrogant and brilliant as Luc Tinh Da, should... have a sparkling future. 22. I return to the real world. Having three million, I promptly cured my mother's illness. I bought a small house. My mother and I finally have a safe place to take refuge. One day, I conveniently opened the novel I once read. Another unexpected discovery - a new side story appeared. It's the male sidekick's grandmother —— Luc Tinh Da. 23. Foreign Affairs My name is Luc Tinh Da. In high school, I met a girl named Ha Boi Qua. I have to say it again and again —— Who would give such a strange name? But she is exactly the type of girl... "different" in every aspect. She was always quiet, quiet, and never explained anything. Even though she was misunderstood or criticized, she just gently lowered her eyes and didn't bother to speak up. Between me and her... There was a short but very sweet time. After an argument, I was angry and didn't actively look for her anymore. Every time I remember the sad look of her bowing her head, my heart softens. But thinking about what she said, I told myself - stop meddling in other people's affairs. ...People don't accept me, so what's the point of sticking around? Until the university exams end. Even though I was still angry with her, I still caught the night flight home immediately. The university entrance exam is over, she must be very relieved and happy right now, right? If I show up in style right now, give her a bouquet of flowers... Maybe them I will make peace with each other. I heard that girls like flowers. So I specially went to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of jasmine flowers. Jasmine blooms all summer long. It also suits her name very well. I held a bouquet of jasmine flowers and waited in front of the exam school gate. Waited forever, until the crowd dispersed, but still no sign of her appeared. I started to feel confused, so I went to ask the teacher. As a result, I heard news like lightning: She did not take the university entrance exam. An intense feeling of unease arose. At that moment, the homeroom teacher called, her voice deep: "Luc Tinh Da... Ha Boi Qua... she... just jumped to her death from the rooftop..." The phone slipped from my hand. The bouquet fell to the ground, white jasmine petals scattered all over the yard. Later, I went to her house alone. The house was empty and strangely cold. In the wardrobe there are only a few school uniforms that have faded from too much washing. On the bookshelf, besides high school textbooks and exercise books, there was nothing else. The more I thought about it, the more I realized something was wrong. I started going around asking about her past. But then I discovered... She seemed to only really exist for three years of high school. Before that— no trace could be found. There is no past. No clue. Her whole life... It seemed like it was just to live all three years of high school, then quietly leave this world without a sound. It's all… so strange. One day, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Tham Noan and her best friend. “That little girl Ha Boi Qua, whatever she said, she admitted everything.” "What a coward! I harm him every day, yet he doesn't dare say a word, ha ha ha ha!" "Even during the exam, I conveniently threw the float at his feet, and he accepted it too! Stupid as ever!" "It's even better if you're dead! If you're dead, no one will know the truth anymore ha ha!" …… As expected. Ha Ha is innocent. I guessed right. But I didn't expect... The person behind everything was Tham Noan. Why? Why doesn't Ha Ha defend herself? If she just opens her mouth to say one sentence... I will definitely stand by her side. That question always lingers in my heart— Like a sharp thorn stuck in me forever. At the age of twenty-five, Tham Noan met a famous businessman named Co Ky. She married into a wealthy family, enjoyed the spring breeze, and lived a wealthy life. News about their wedding of the century covered every newspaper and spread all over the internet. I looked at her radiant, happy face on the screen, but in my mind was only the image of Ha Ha. If it weren't for Tham Noan... Ha Ha's high school would have been bright, happy, and full of sunshine. I feel unfair for her. Therefore, I swear to myself— I must make Tham Noan pay. She must be forced to kneel in front of Ha Ha's grave, admit her guilt, and sincerely repent. It was that belief that supported me to continue living, helping me get through every long night without seeing light. It was also during those final dark nights that I understood— It turns out, the so-called "trying to live on", is so painful. And that year, Ha Ha also went through everything like that alone? Is it because she was so painful, so lonely... that in the end, she chose to let go? If I hadn't left out of anger that year, if I had let go of my pride to stay with her... Would that—— Would she still be alive? Are not? For a very long time, I was trapped in a bottomless quagmire of regret. At the age of twenty-eight, I finally found a way to confront Co Ky and Tham Noan. But the result is still —— I lost. As expected, I am an idiot. I can't blame Ha Ha for always calling me stupid. Even the simplest of things, I can't do properly. But—— As soon as I had a premonition of impending failure, I prepared a timed video to go out automatically. It contains a recording of Tham Noan's voice admitting that she framed Ha Ha, and all the evidence I worked hard to collect - about the evil things she once did. …… I died very miserably. The moment my consciousness gradually disintegrated, a thought suddenly flashed in my mind: I wonder if after death... I can see Ha Ha again. If I could really meet her again... I wouldn't ask why she didn't explain herself that year. I just want to hug her gently. Just one is fine. I really want to hug her... 24. I quietly stared at the phone screen, unable to recover for a long time. I don't know when, tears fell, wetting the glass. It turns out—— Luc Tinh Da wanted to confront the male and female leads because of me. I gently swiped the screen to refresh it again. But—— That side story page has disappeared. At that moment, a hoarse voice rang out behind me, carrying a bit of choking: "Ha Ha." My whole body stiffened and I slowly turned around—— A familiar figure met my eyes. My vision immediately blurred, tears flowed uncontrollably. “Luc Tinh Da, actually that year you…” “Shh,” he gently interrupted, his voice gentle and broken: “First… give me a hug, okay?” I nodded vigorously, my voice trembling: “Yes.” As we hugged each other tightly, I gently leaned into his ear and whispered: "Actually... my name is Ha Qua. Mom said I gave her this name because summer is the season that bears the most fruit." He bowed his head, hugged me even tighter, his voice was soft and gentle: "Yes, Ha Ha. And this summer... We have also been waiting for a beautiful result."