Chapter 6 — The Light Outside The Door

I know. But so what? Late is late. 3 p.m. I received an SMS in the hospital room. From an unknown number. The content was only one line: "Nhuoc Diem, it's me. I changed my number. Can we meet and talk for a while?"——Not Co Dien Chu's style. He won't say anything like "Can we meet and talk?" Before I could answer, Khuong Nhiem saw from behind. "Don't answer." He said, "Let's see who it is." Five minutes later, the same phone number sent another message: "I'm Tran Man Ninh. Want to talk to you about Dien Chu's business. Do you have time?" Khuong Nhiem: "..." Me: "..." We looked at each other. Khuong Nhiem's expression translates to: What is this hateful girl doing here? I put down the phone. "No answer." "Yes. Don't pay any attention to her." But in my heart I had a vague premonition - This matter will not end so simply. * 【Chapter 6】 After being discharged from the hospital, I returned to my small apartment. Life returns to the same rhythm as after the divorce —— painting, eating, taking medicine on time. But Co Dien Chu's "attack" still did not stop. First day. The doorbell rang. Shipper delivered a box of organic vegetables and stomach-boosting tea packets. Orderer: Co Dien Chu. I did not save the phone number, but the delivery address and recipient information are clearly written. I accept. Lazy to return. Day three. The doorbell rang again. Standing outside the door was a person. It's Co Dien Chu. Black coat, gray scarf, carrying a thermal briefcase in hand. The late November wind was very cold, the tip of his nose was slightly red. "I'm cooking soup." I leaned against the door frame and looked at him. “Do you know how to cook soup?” “…Lam Tu taught.” I almost burst out laughing, but tried to hold back. “Leave it at the door.” “Nhuoc Diem——” “Leave it at the door, Co Dien Chu.” He looked at me. His eyes looked like a big dog whose tail had just been stepped on. But he didn't force it. Put the cages down on the doormat. "Tomorrow I'll come pick up the cages." He turned and walked away. Go to the corner of the stairs and stop for a moment. Don't turn around. Keep walking. I carried my bag of cages into the house. Open the lid —— Stewed pork rib soup with yam. The ingredients were chopped unevenly, the yam was a bit crushed, but the stewed ribs were tender enough. Score 6/10 for workmanship. I drank two bowls. Thursday. You come again. This time I had a bouquet of flowers in my hand. I don't open the door. The way a wooden door says: "I'm busy meeting a deadline." He stood outside the door silently for a few seconds. Then I heard rustling. Flowers are placed in front of the door. The sound of footsteps fades away. I waited five minutes before opening the door. White lisianthus flowers, exactly like the bouquet at the hospital. Under the bouquet, press a sticky note. It was his handwriting, written very strongly: "I will wait." Three words. I looked for a long time. Then bring the flowers into the house. The note was stuck in the book "The Little Prince" that he didn't know I had taken away.——Wait, I left that book at your house, I didn't take it away. So this is another book? I turned the cover page. It's a newly purchased book. The lining page is blank, nothing at all. …This man, when did he become like this? Saturday. Khuong Nhiem invited me to eat hot pot. Halfway through eating, he suddenly put down his chopsticks, his expression serious. "Nhuoc Diem." "Yes?" "Co Dien Chu asked someone to find me." My hand that was picking up the beef book stopped. "Say what?" "Say... I wanted to help you. Tell him to give him a chance to meet and talk." "What do you say?" Khuong Nhiem sneered. “I threw a cup of coffee straight into his assistant's face.”“…”