Chapter 7 — The Evil One Wants to Replace Me as the Chief Master's Wife

"Don't be complacent! Tham Mach! Don't think you've won! If it weren't for your good luck, meeting..." The remaining half of the sentence was pressed back by the escorting soldier. Her chin hit her shoulder, her teeth bit her tongue, causing so much pain that she let out a sob. The words that followed were stuck in the throat, turning into vague sounds. I watched her being dragged out of the hospital gate. The sunlight shined on her messy hair. The struggling back was cut into a narrow strip by the door frame, then disappeared. The nightmare of my previous life finally disappeared. I turned my head, without looking at Luc Tranh, and went to the warming room to visit my children. This is the second time someone has taken them away from me. I don't want to leave my children even half a step further. Luc Tranh stood next to him, looking at the two children sleeping soundly, his eyes gentle. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were pregnant, so I let you give birth alone. It's my fault." I shook my head. "In the future, take the children and move them to the military dormitory to live." Tieu Ho bot anti-copy files. When looking for books, choose the Tieu Ho robot, which is stable, reliable, and doesn't fall into traps! Luc Tranh said in a low voice: "Your mother and I are in the village, I don't feel secure." I tilted my head to look at him, smiling slightly. "Okay." The day of discharge from the hospital was a beautiful sunny day. Luc Tranh's car stopped in front of the boarding house. It was a military Jeep that had been washed to a shiny shine, its windows so bright that they reflected light. He stood next to the car. When I opened the back door, I was stunned. On the back seat are strapped two infant seats. The seat surface is made of canvas, the buckle is shiny metal, the seat belt loops from the back of the chair to the front, and is installed extremely securely. In this day and age, let alone Thanh Thuy district, even a department store in the provincial capital might not sell such a thing. "Where did you get it?" "Shanghai." He took my daughter from my arms and carefully placed her in the chair. His fingers supported the back of her head, the movements were gentler than the nurse's. "I asked someone to send it." "How much did it cost?" He fastened his daughter's seat belt, without turning his head: "Not much." "How much was it?" "Not even as expensive as an artillery shell." I put my son in the remaining seat and buckled it. The two children lay one left and one right, like two small dumplings tied tightly by seat belts. The girl tilted her head and fell asleep. The boy's eyes rolled round, curiously looking at the scene outside the glass window. I bent down to get into the car and sat in the middle of the back seat. Just as he was about to open the car door, Luc Tranh turned around. He bent over, his upper body sticking into the car, reaching for my right seat belt. His hair brushed against my chin. The hair is very short, as stiff as a brush. The body carries the smell of clean soap. I unconsciously stepped back. His hand stopped. Then, a “click” sounded. He fastened his seat belt, stood up straight and closed the car door. Throughout the process, he did not say a word. When he got home, Luc Tranh turned off the phone. As soon as I got out of the car, I saw a woman in her fifties standing in the yard, her apron neatly tied, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her hands constantly wiping on the apron. "This is Comrade Tham Mach, right? Oh my, why is he so thin!" She walked quickly, skillfully picking up her son from my arms. While holding the child, she turned her head to look at Luc Tranh: "Chief, step aside, don't block the door. Comrade Tham Mach, follow me here. The crucian carp soup has just been stewed, you must drink it while it's still hot." I was pulled into the kitchen, a bowl of crucian carp soup was stuffed into my hand. The soup is as white as milk, with a few green onions floating on top. "The boss has already told you not to touch cold water for a month." Ms. Trieu put her hands on her hips and used a towel to wipe the water stains next to the stove. "Leave the bowls there and I'll wash them, leave the blankets there and I'll fold them.

If you cry, just let me carry you." "You just need to eat and sleep." I picked up the bowl and turned around. Luc Tranh stood at the door, carrying my luggage in his hand. Canvas bags, mesh bags, enamel pots hung in both hands. He looked at me, then looked at Ms. Trieu, his ears turned red. Ms. Trieu looked at the sky and the ground and then added: "The boss also told me to boil an egg for you every day, saying you were too skinny." Luc Tranh coughed softly, carrying the luggage into the house, the sound of footsteps. Her legs were heavier than usual. At night, the two children finally slept. Before leaving, she filled the hot water bottle, washed the milk bottle and arranged it neatly on the table. In the living room, I sat on the sofa, not knowing what I was thinking, but felt a little wobbly as I walked out of the office, still holding a fountain pen in my hand. He stood in front of me for two seconds. then went into the bedroom. When he came out, he had an extra blanket in his hand. He covered my legs. "It's cold." It was a brown-green military wool blanket, the corners were faded from wear. I spread the blanket over my legs, probably smelling of camphor. The next afternoon, my son cried in the room.