Chapter 8 — The Farming Diary of Thien Kim Trillion

He remained silent, taking it as an admission. I continued: "As you can see, this is Khao Son Truan, my real home. Now I am a villager, no longer the lady of the Tri family. So... let's break up."

“Oh… just because you became a farmer, do you want to break up with me?”

"That's right. My life plan has changed. I want to stay here, learn how to grow crops, later inherit my family's greenhouses, and then grow them big..."

"But," Tham Van Vu interrupted me, rubbing his chin, "I once planted cacti and let them die. Farming? Is this step... a bit too much?"

Me: “……” Damn, I forgot about this when I agreed to grow strawberries! I can't even raise succulents... but I want to grow strawberries?!

“That… is in the past!” I nervously replied, "It's human, everyone will grow up! I can now recognize more than a dozen types of weeds! I can even read land charts! My dad just gave me a project to plant the 'Snow White Princess' strawberry variety!"

“Strawberries?”

"Then let me invest in a strawberry garden here and invite top experts to be technicians..." He began to calculate.

“No! I want to grow it myself!” I said firmly, "From the nursery stage! Planting it myself!"

He was silent for a few seconds, then asked: "Are... sure?"

“Sure!” Actually… not sure.

We looked at each other, glared at each other, standing on the edge of the field, our styles were completely opposite. Me, wearing work clothes, my face covered in mud; He has a luxurious English-style coat, a handsome face, and even his hair is not messy at all. A young man walking a cow passed by, looked at us, shook his head and sighed. I heard him mutter: "Young people nowadays love each other, but it's like they're preparing to fight..."

“……”

After that, Tham Van Vu thought silently for a long time and then said: "Just at the same time, I am also researching a new topic: how to breed high-quality Bach Tuyet strawberry varieties. Good thing, we can research together."

“No way.” I coldly refused, "We broke up, you don't need to follow me anymore."

“Who said to follow you?” He frowned, his expression even colder than mine, "Since we broke up, we are no longer lovers. I'm just a researcher working on the right topic."

After that, he turned and left. My heart sank, I quickly took two steps forward: "Are you leaving now?" He stopped, turned his head, his face expressionless: "What? Can't you?"

“So… can we still be friends?” I bowed my head and asked.

This question is really embarrassing, who would be friends with their ex? But... you're my first love. First love is always beautiful, moreover, we also broke up peacefully. Can't be friends...?

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Sure enough, he said:

"I've never been friends with my ex."

Sigh, okay. I hesitated a bit, still trying to muster the courage to ask: "So what will our relationship be in the future?" Is the relationship not going back and forth until death? He thought: “Village friend.” I was stunned. Village friends? Then I saw with my own eyes this "friend of Tham village" turned around and walked towards the car, taking out a full set of camping clothes from the back trunk. ??? Why did you bring the tent with you? Then I saw him skillfully set up camp right in the open space near my gate. Incorrect! I woke up, he was clearly prepared before!

"It's done, from now on we will be both village friends and neighbors."

Me: “……” At this time, my mother - Vuong Que Phan heard the movement and poked her head out of the yard: "Nguyet Nguyet, who is it?" I reflexively blocked in front of him: "No one!"

"Wow, this guy looks really handsome! Is that your friend? Why are you setting up a tent at the door? Please come in!"

"Mom! He's not..." I wanted to explain, but didn't know how to explain.

Tham Van Vu stood up, smiled politely: "Hello, I am Nguyet Nguyet's boyfriend, his name is Tham Van Vu." ??? Didn't we just say goodbye!

“Boyfriend?!” My mother's eyes lit up and she ran out of the yard.

"Wow! This boy! The face! The body! Nguyet Nguyet, why didn't you tell me sooner!"

"Mom! We broke up..."

"Where are you going to pitch your tent? Come inside!"

I hadn't finished speaking yet, mother interrupted. She enthusiastically invited: "There's an empty room in the house! It's cold outside, and there are mosquitoes! How can my skin be so smooth!"

“Mom!!!” Don't be fooled by appearances!

Tham Van Vu smiled gently at my mother: "Thank you, but I can still stay in the tent. Nguyet Nguyet is still angry, I don't want to make her more uncomfortable. It's good here." Oh my God! Every sentence is imbued with the smell of "green tea"! Why didn't I notice that he was so thoughtful before? My mother was so moved that she wanted to cry. She turned her head and glared at me: "Look at them! Do you know how to be reasonable? Are you tolerant? Why don't you know how to be reasonable? Quick, invite people into the house!"

“I…” I don't know? I don't know what?! Who is causing trouble!