Chapter 10 — The Cold Voice of the General's Heart

10Co Tu Bac's older brother is truly a "holy man of food + a holy man of sleep". The voice of my heart every day, besides "hungry" and "sleepy", is "mother holding me". As simple as a blank sheet of paper. As for To Nam Bac's younger sister, she is completely different. She is truly a little elf, thinking so much that even I - as a mother - feel inferior. 【Dad is wearing that hot pink shirt today, it's so dazzling.】 【Grandpa and grandpa are fighting to carry me, really childish.】 【This stupid brother, only knows how to eat and sleep, not cute at all.】 【Still the best mom, the most fragrant mom.】 Every day when I hear my daughter say sarcastic words, I get a headache. This kid, what will he do when he grows up? Having read the mind, raising children becomes a series of chaos but also full of joy. I know when the kids are hungry, when they need a diaper change, and when they just want a hug. Saves a lot of trouble for new parents. But at the same time, many funny and sad situations also arise. For example, when Co Dien Thanh tried to kiss his daughter, she hated him in his heart: 【The beard is too stiff! Get away!】 Co Dien Thanh immediately looked at me, his face hurt: "Wife, doesn't your daughter like me?" I had to try not to laugh and comfort myself: "It's nothing, it's just... not used to it yet." Or, when Co Tu Bac cried because he didn't get the last sip of milk, in his heart he thought: 【Huh, I'm crying on purpose! Cry loudly to make your mother love you! Next time, mom will leave a larger portion for me!】 I immediately picked up the boy and said with a serious face: "Co Tu Bac, don't use miserable tactics!" Co Tu Bac opened his sparkling eyes and looked at me, feeling warm in his heart: 【How did you know?】 Our family of four continues to live in days full of "connected souls" - noisy, bustling, but also filled with warmth. 10. Conclusion - I can hear the whole world, but what I want to hear most is Thoat, whose children have turned three years old. Co Tu Bac grew up into a handsome boy, still retaining his foodie nature. To Nam Bac became more and more agile, becoming a young lady with a mouth as sharp as a knife. Reading my mind, I have now practiced it to the point of proficiency. I can hear the company's employees gossiping, hear the ads on the street, and hear the naive thoughts of my children. It's like I have the whole world in my ears. But that day, I discovered - I could no longer hear Co Dien Thanh. At first, I thought it was because he was too tired, or thinking about something too complicated. But for several days, I realized that his head no longer had the stupid bullets that I was familiar with. The whole world... suddenly became quiet. It was so quiet that I didn't have time to adjust. A panic crept into my heart. Have my superpowers disappeared? I try to listen to my children's hearts - it's still clear. Try listening to the nanny in the house - she can also hear it. But it's only you, I don't hear it. Or... did I do something wrong to make you close your heart to me? Confused speculations, like dark clouds surrounding my head. I started to worry, started to get scared. And at that moment, I understood - it turned out that for a long time, I had depended on his voice so much. I'm used to going there and knowing what he's happy, sad, or thinking. Now that the door is closed, I suddenly feel extremely empty. That night, he returned home, exhausted. He hugged me and kissed me lightly on the forehead as usual: "Wife, I'm home." His voice was very gentle, but in his heart, I didn't hear a single sound. I looked at him, filled with insecurity. "Dien Thanh," I couldn't help but softly ask, "recently... have you had anything to say?" He was stunned: "No, what's wrong?" I bit my lip, not knowing what to say. Why not ask: "Why?"

Can't you hear my heart anymore? My eyes showed confusion, but he seemed to understand. He held my hand, pulled me to sit down, looked deeply into my eyes, and said sincerely: "Nien Niem, three years ago you suddenly heard my heart, at that time we both felt miraculous. These three years, that ability has brought us joy, and has also helped a lot. But at the same time… it caused me to endure a lot of noise and mixed emotions.” I was momentarily stunned. He continued: “You hear every thought — some good, some bad, some pure, some dirty. It all went into your head. I thought… is that fair to you?” He stopped, his eyes softened: "I found many experts, looked up many books, and even asked a few... occult teachers. They say, my strength comes from my love and care for you. So, the first person I heard was you." He smiled slightly, with a bit of liberation in his smile: