Chapter 4 — The Autumn of Wen Ninh

Even if there's a bit of a collision, as long as you obediently coax a few words, I'll just follow the steps and let it go. But this time it's not the same. I understand very well. We can't go back anymore.

“You're determined not to talk to me, right?”

Seeing me silent, Luc Can Hoa clenched his fist and burst out laughing.

"Very good, Wen Ning. Your appetite hasn't increased, but your temper has grown quite a bit."

His hands were on the table, his face was pale. After a long while, he bit his lower lip, his eyes turned red.

“I don't agree.”

"Even if we die, we won't say goodbye."

"At best, it will continue like this. I can't run anywhere anyway."

6

Luc Can Hoa left again. Also good. I can take advantage of this time to pack my things and get on the plane tomorrow. I thought while packing my luggage. The day quickly passed, my belongings were almost finished packing. The things you need to bring are not many, the luggage can be kept as minimal as possible. After showering, I lay on the bed, looking at the dark ceiling. I remember what he said to me in the morning:

“On Ning, can you grow up a bit?”

This isn't the first time he said that. Last month, I took a set of artistic photos and posted them on my personal page. Luc Can Hoa did not click like. But the next day, I saw him liking the cat photo that Trinh Ngu Vi conveniently posted. I'm a bit unhappy:

"You liked her post, why don't you like mine?"

He was stunned for a moment then hugged his stomach and laughed loudly. Laughing until my back arched, tears flowing.

“My good Ninh Ninh, how can you even find out about something as small as a sesame seed to be jealous?”

In my heart, I felt uncomfortable and he made fun of me again.

“Can you stop laughing…”

“Okay, okay, no more laughing.”

He hugged me, gently shaking me back and forth:

"I've only opened my personal page once in eight generations. Whoever's first post appears, click like on that person, I'm too lazy to scroll down."

"Ninh Ninh, jealousy is not that jealous. You have to be more mature, not be so sensitive. Otherwise no one will like you, understand?"

In my heart, I am extremely sad. He called my discomfort into being sensitive. I wanted to refute but couldn't find a reason. Because your explanation really has no loopholes. If I continue to talk, it will become unreasonable and cause trouble. I closed my eyes, not wanting to remember the things that made me unhappy anymore. Suddenly, the phone rang with a notification. A friend just liked my post yesterday. At that time, Luc Can Hoa had not yet returned. I put on a little white dress and took a selfie. My friends all commented on my birthday and complimented me on my beauty. Only one person's comment is missing. I pulled up. Right in front is Trinh Ngu Vi's post. She posted a photo of a scratch on her leg: 【No danger. Luckily there was someone by my side. It seems that someone is not completely useless.】 Luc Can Hoa clicked like. He also left a comment: 【“Someone” was busy in his mouth all night, in the end he could only change the sentence “not completely useless”. Right now "someone" is in a very unhappy mood.] Trinh Ngu Vi replied: 【Ha ha ha. So does "someone" who is unhappy want to come over to my house for a late night dinner? I invite.】 …

7

Early morning. The sunlight shines through the window, extremely dazzling. My eyes were swollen and painful, and I wanted to lie down for a while longer when there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and discovered that the person standing outside was Trinh Ngu Vi.

“Tieu Ninh, good morning.”

She smiled and greeted me.

"Luc Can Hoa isn't here. You're looking in the wrong place."

I turned around to close the door. Unexpectedly, Trinh Ngu Vi quickly stopped him:

“I came to find you.”

“Why are you looking for me?”

“I heard you had an argument with Luc Can Hoa?”

“So what?”

“When I called you the other night, you hung up before I finished speaking…”

Trinh Ngu Vi smiled bitterly:

"I know you're still angry with me. Tieu Ninh, it's all my fault. If you haven't calmed down yet, you can scold me."

"But Luc Can Hoa is innocent, don't make things difficult for your boyfriend because of that."

"The matter between me and Luc Can Hoa, I know how to resolve it. You go home."

My words were still quite polite, but Trinh Ngu Vi had absolutely no intention of stopping. She grabbed my wrist, her eyes filled with self-pity:

"Tieu Ninh, we are also considered friends. Is it okay for you to respect a friend?"

“This has nothing to do with being friends or not.”

"How about I apologize to you one more time? I really can't bear to see you two become like this."

"I don't need your apology. Let go..."

Luc Can Hoa's stubbornness, Trinh Ngu Vi's endless entanglement, all combined almost drove me crazy. I don't understand why Trinh Ngu Vi has to be so soft but persistent in clinging to me. After all, this is between me and Luc Can Hoa. She doesn't need to interfere at all. Besides, I spoke very clearly, and she heard it very clearly. But she still did it on purpose. What is this anyway? Pray on behalf of Luc Can Hoa? What stance does she stand on? What identity? I looked at Trinh Ngu Vi. She is petite, skinny, a little shorter than me, but her personality is much more lively than mine. In front of others, she always appears carefree and open, seemingly able to get along with anyone. But as soon as the corners of her eyes droop, that patient and stubborn look will immediately appear, making others feel like they see her weakness, thereby unconsciously wanting to pity her. She was standing in front of me now. It was obvious that I was the one being pulled by the arm, but she looked like the one suffering the pain. Add to that her small figure, making her even more pitiful. Suddenly, an anger of unknown cause arose in my heart. I really couldn't bear it any longer, so I pushed Trinh Ngu Vi. Unfortunately, at that moment Luc Can Hoa ran over and saw this scene.