Chapter 7 — The Future Without Thanh Mai

"Auntie, uncle, just forget about the past. Don't come here anymore." "An An..." Quy's mother still wanted to say something. "I'm tired." I interrupted her: "Auntie and uncle, thank you for always taking care of me." "To be honest, there are times when I really consider myself a member of the Quy family." "But there are things that are wrong and wrong." "There's no way to save them anymore." Closing the door, I leaned against the door, listening. I heard sobbing and sighing vaguely outside. The sound of footsteps gradually went away. Dad's eyes turned red and he patted my shoulder: "You have to bear the pain." I shook my head. No more resentment. Really.10Autumn in Bac Thanh comes very quickly. I pulled my suitcase and stood under the dormitory, looking up at the school where I had worked hard to pass the exam. Two months after enrolling, life passed simply but extremely richly. Drawing room, dining room, library, three places form a straight line. I met new friends. They don't know my past, they just feel that I'm a quiet girl who works hard at painting. Until one time when I was out eating, I heard a few male students of Tsinghua University talking. "Hey, do you know Quy Trach? He's a top student at the Academy of Economics and Management." "I know, what's wrong? I heard he dropped out of school." "Before, there was a girl who ran to their school to cause trouble, saying that Quy Trach loved two people at the same time, toying with her feelings." "It seems that the girl's name is Phan Nhat Oanh, and she used to study at the affiliated school." "The story." The noise was so loud that the school had to intervene. Quy Trach couldn't stay any longer so he had to go home." My hand holding the chopsticks stopped, I bowed my head and took a bite of rice. The rice is a bit hard and gets stuck in the throat. But I didn't cough, nor did I raise my head. Just calmly sat and listened. "It's worth it. I heard that girl thought she could take the entrance exam to the Central Academy of Fine Arts to be with him, but ended up failing. She was mentally depressed so she ran to find him to settle the matter." "Tsk, this Quy Trach is also really good. Having such a good childhood friend but not needing it, in the end, things turned out like this."I put down my chopsticks and moved on to talk about other things with my friends at the table. After that, I overheard the maid in the house saying that Quy's family was extremely chaotic. Quy's father was sent to a remote branch, and Quy's mother cried every day. As for Quy Trach, it is said that he locked himself in his room and refused to see anyone. When I heard that news, I just calmly bowed my head, without the slightest wavering in my heart. Time is the best medicine. It made me understand that no one is irreplaceable, nor is there anything that cannot be overcome. During a painting exhibition in early spring, my work was selected for display. At the opening ceremony, I wore a simple long black dress and stood in front of my painting. In the painting is a ruined area, but above the ruined walls, a green bud grows. A teacher came to compliment me, saying they saw life in the painting. I smiled but didn't explain. Actually, that's just my mood one day when I woke up and realized I was still alive. After the exhibition ended, I received a text message from an unfamiliar phone number. There was only one sentence: 【An An, I regret it, really.】 I looked at that number for a few seconds, then slid my finger, deleted the message and blocked the number. The movements are so proficient that there is no need to think. Stepping out of the exhibition room, the sunlight outside was just beautiful. I put on headphones, inside a little-known folk song that I thought was a secret between the two of us. But this time, when I heard that melody, what I thought of was no longer a person's profile

somehow. Eighteen years of being together like a shadow has made me gradually like him. As for now, I have a lot of futures that have nothing to do with him. I will learn to slowly stop liking him. Run out of