Chapter 22 — The House Without Me

But the comments say that this is a gallery that Duong Chi personally participated in restoring after returning home.

“This is also the effort of Duong Am.”

He said.

“It's not your Quy Huong story.”

Duong Chi bit her lips tightly.

“But she's gone.”

“Just because she's gone, doesn't mean the things she did belong to you.”

Wei Chengli deleted the video. In the exhibition room, only paintings actually created by Duong Chi remain. There are no keepsakes from my grandmother. There are no pictures of me as a child. There is no fictional Quy Huong story. Those paintings hang on the white, sophisticated, beautiful exhibition wall. But it's terrifyingly empty. Duong Chi stood in the middle of the painting room she always wanted, realizing for the first time that, leaving my life, she didn't have much to show. * Over here, Chu Tu Bach's phone calls continuously. I didn't hear a single call. The car entered the underground tunnel of the train station. Uncle Luong sat next to me, holding a wooden box containing an ink cartridge.

“Are you really not listening?”

“Didn't listen.”

“He might give chase.”

“Then just let him chase.”

The car stopped. As soon as I opened the car door, I suddenly heard a shrill sound of brakes behind me. Chu Tu Bach stepped down from the car. He didn't even wear a jacket, just a black shirt worn during the opening ceremony. The tie is askew on one side. A person who always cares about face looks extremely disheveled at this moment.

“Duong Yin!”

He strode after me, grabbing my wrist tightly.

“Where are you going?”

“Hac Son.”

“What I ask is, why didn't you tell me?”

He panted, his eyes suppressing the anger.

“Resign, move house, divorce.”

"You've been preparing for so long, why don't you say a word?"

I pushed his hand away.

“I said it before.”

“When?”

“When you gave the old house to Duong Chi, I asked you, what if you don't agree?”

“You said the carpentry workshop cannot be destroyed.”

“You said the image cannot be used.”

“I said no one can go into the extra room.”

“You said you wouldn't give her the copyright to your life.”

“Over and over again.”

I looked at him.

“I've repeatedly told you that I'm not satisfied.”

"It's because I think that as long as you don't leave immediately, it means you will eventually accept it."

The anger on Chu Tu Bach's face stiffened little by little.

"I didn't know you would divorce because of these things."

“These things?”

“The old house can be returned to you.”

He quickly spoke up.

“Duong Chi's gallery can move, the project can also let me continue to be in charge.”

"You don't want to leave the company, I will tell Wei Thua Le to withdraw."

“I will restore the reading room, and all of Duong Chi's paintings will be moved.”

“There's also the apricot tree.”

“You can find the best gardener to replant.”

He spoke faster and faster. Like always, try to use each compensation to fix the problem at hand.

“Am Am, whatever you want, I can give it to you.”

I listened quietly until the end.

“What you want, I haven't been able to give it for a long time.”

“What?”

“Listening when you say no for the first time.”

He stood there blankly. Train station loudspeakers rang out. The train to Hac Son started checking tickets. Panic finally appeared in Chu Tu Bach's eyes.

“Please don't go.”

“I won't sign the divorce agreement.”

“Then just follow the legal process.”

“Duong Yin!”

His voice was hoarse.

“Our three-year marriage, are you just going to throw it away?”

I looked at him.

“It's not like I threw it away.”

"It's me who personally gave it to others little by little."

“When you give up your reading room, you give something away.”