Chapter 1 — Tham Linh

When I went to pick up the divorce certificate, I couldn't find a parking space so I arrived two minutes late. Giang Tri angrily scolded me: "Every time, I don't know how to plan ahead, how many times have I told you? Can I do anything well in the future?" "Enough!" I retorted. "Today is the last day we are husband and wife, don't let me hate you to the extreme!" I rarely use such a cold tone to talk to Giang Tri. He was stunned for a moment and then fell silent. Everything is progressing very smoothly. When the divorce certificate was in hand, I didn't want to stay another second. He quickly followed: "Let's have a farewell meal." "Stop it, Giang Tri." I put on my sunglasses, turned my face to the other side: "Stop pretending, go with my girlfriend, I just saw her car." Having said that, I didn't pay attention to Giang Tri's unnatural expression and went straight. From the rearview mirror, I saw their silhouettes gradually disappear. I breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to enter a new life. My best friend said he wanted to invite me to dinner to celebrate. As soon as I sat down at the hot pot restaurant, I received a call from the hospital, saying that Giang Tri had been in a car accident and told me to come immediately. My best friend snatched my phone: "If you're divorced, why don't you go?" Actually, she didn't say I wouldn't go either. Now Jiang Tri and I have no relationship, his life or death of course has nothing to do with me. So I put my phone aside, happily eating hot pot. But halfway through eating, Giang Tri's own phone also called. "Hello, wife, why haven't you come yet? I had a car accident..." The voice was a bit choked up, showing resentment. "Giang Tri, don't be nervous, we're divorced." "If you've had an accident, look for Chau Dao, you can't find me anymore." Having finished speaking, I was about to hang up, when from the other end of the line came the scream of Chau Dao, Giang's third person. Tri: "Tham Linh! Is this your plot? Now Mr. Giang only remembers you, not me anymore, you are satisfied!" While I was still trying to understand her words, I heard a series of sounds like a struggle. Giang Tri shouted: "Give me back the phone! Who are you? Why should I miss you?" Then, he turned to me in a gentle voice: "Wife, let's not pay attention to her. There is a problem with this person. From now on, she has been insisting that she is my girlfriend. I love you like this, how can there be another woman?" I was on speakerphone, so my best friend heard everything. "Is this real or are you playing a trick? Are you miserable?" I shook my head: "I don't know, but maybe I have to go there once." When I arrived at the hospital, Giang Tri and Chau Dao were both there. Giang Tri sat with his arms crossed, his eyes full of caution, staring at Chau Dao, his eyes filled with disgust. As for Chau Dao, her eyes were swollen, she bit her lower lip, both unwilling and angry. I entered the hospital room, both of them looked at me at the same time. Giang Tri's eyes lit up: "Wife, I'm here!" He shouted and jumped out of bed and ran to me. Two lines of tears flowed down Chau Dao's cheeks. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and stomped her feet. I leaned forward to avoid it. Giang Tri rushed forward and missed, almost falling down, but he wasn't angry, just obediently and lovingly looking at me, barefoot walking on the cold ground. The doctor told me that Giang Tri had been in a car accident and his head was hit. "Because of the strong impact on his head, Giang Tri lost part of his memory," the doctor said. Chau Dao heard that, stared at me and the doctor suspiciously, muttering: "Why did my memory lose the part related to me?" My close friend, not bothering to hold back, immediately said: "Haven't you heard of it? People often choose to remember only what they want to remember, what not."

If you want to remember, you will forget." Chau Dao was speechless, unable to argue, turning to Giang Tri in the hope of finding some support. But all she received from him was a look of disgust, like seeing something dirty. "When will he recover?" Chau Dao asked. The doctor shook his head and sighed: "It's hard to say. If he stays in a familiar environment longer, he might quickly remember." Hearing that, I turned to look at Chau Dao: "Do you hear me clearly?" If you want him to remember quickly, then try harder, don't bother me anymore." I was about to turn around, but my hand was pulled back. It was Giang Tri. He looked straight at me with deep eyes: "Wife, do you really not care about me anymore?" His eyes sparkled, filled with warmth and confusion. I pulled out my hand, took out the divorce certificate from my pocket: "This certificate is still hot, we are really divorced. Don't call me wife anymore." "Then give me one more chance." Giang Tri tried to hold my hand again, his eyes full of hope: "Amnesia is probably the second chance that God gives you. I only know that past and present, the only person I love is you. Tham Linh, we can start from the beginning." Giang Tri's emotional confession made Chau Dao so angry that he left. And I felt like I was listening to some crazy joke, laughing non-stop. Faced with my best friend's surprised and questioning eyes, I nodded slightly: "Okay, want to start again? So first of all, remember what you did." Giang Tri, besides losing his memory, was not seriously injured. After three days in the hospital, he returned home. As soon as he entered the door, Giang Tri closed his eyes and lay on the sofa, sighing: "It's so comfortable!" "I'm still the most comfortable at home." Giang Tri sighed and said. I glanced at him coldly and then turned to go into the bedroom. Seeing that I hadn't gone out for a while, he walked in and said he wanted to help. Seeing me packing my things, he opened the closet, looked for a long time, then frowned in annoyance: "Why are they all your things?" Don't have your things?” “I moved out to live with Chau Dao a long time ago.” I spoke calmly, as if telling someone else's story. The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds, then Giang Tri reached out his hand to pull me: "Okay, don't be busy anymore. Can we go out to watch a movie or eat hot pot? I remember you like hot pot the most." I looked up at his sincere eyes, pursed my lips and nodded: "But are you sure you want to eat hot pot? I have a stomachache and can't eat spicy food. Moreover, you also said that hot pot is not clean." What I said surprised Giang Tri, he couldn't believe his ears: "You definitely said that. And said a lot of other words that hurt me. If you don't believe it, you can review the surveillance camera in the house, maybe it will help you recover your memory." The atmosphere suddenly became tense, Giang Tri looked confusedly at the camera hanging on the wall, looking like he was thinking about something. I don't know at what stage Giang Tri's mind is currently storing the memories. When we were still in love, he definitely wouldn't have said those words. He just quietly endured a stomach ache all night after eating a bowl of spicy noodles with me. But after After getting married, Giang Tri became more and more demanding. I couldn't determine when he had changed - maybe when he became more and more successful, or maybe since he met Chau Dao. In the deserted movie theater, we sat in the last row, holding a box of popcorn. I stared at the box of popcorn in my hand, my mind blank. My voice was cold, looking at Giang Tri: “The last time we went to the movies was a year ago. At that time I offered to buy a box of popcorn,

But he used the excuse of wasting money and not being good for his health to refuse. Even just because of a box of popcorn, he scolded me until the movie started." Giang Tri was bewildered for a moment, then tried to justify: "Linh Linh, eating too much is really not good for your health." "But you bought it for Chau Dao." Giang Tri was choked, his mouth opened but he couldn't say a word. I raised my hand and pointed to the double seat in the corner of the theater: "Do you remember that place?" Giang Tri slowly turned his head, looked intently for a moment and then shook it. head turned to look at me.