Chapter 10 — The new house code is 123110, I just looked at it and changed the lock

I used to love him. When I had a high fever, he ran out in the middle of the night to buy medicine. The day I went for a prenatal checkup, he clumsily bent down to tie my shoelaces for me. Those things are not fake. But later, he himself made everything dirty.

"I still remember the old friendship."

Luc Hang's eyes suddenly lit up. I continue:

"So I don't post everything online."

"Don't come to my company and make a fuss."

"Not looking for Trinh Le to start a fight."

"And don't let Chi Tu have to listen to others scold his father in the future."

The light in his eyes gradually faded.

"Luc Hang."

"The dignity you saved for me is the last thing I can take away."

The mediator took off his glasses.

"Mr. Luc, please officially answer. Do you agree to divorce or not?"

Luc Hang closed his eyes. A long time later. He just spoke:

"I agree."

As for property, there is nothing worth disputing. The house belongs to me. Chi Tu belongs to me. Luc Hang must pay 3,000 yuan in alimony every month until Chi Tu becomes an adult. The mental damage compensation is 100,000 yuan, paid in 24 installments. As for the other car, I presented the gift documents before transferring it to the name along with the documents my father left behind. Luc Hang immediately fell silent. Finally agreed to coordinate transferring the name back to me. The moment he signed, his hand trembled slightly. I don't look at him. I looked at the last page of the agreement. My name is on the paper. Stroke by stroke. Firm and clear. On November 28, the official verdict was issued. Divorce is allowed. I took the verdict home. Stand in front of the door. Chi Tu is sitting on the carpet playing puzzles. My mother was in the kitchen stewing rib soup. Hearing the door open, she turned around and asked:

"Are you back? Is the trial over yet?"

"That's good."

My mother didn't ask anything else. Just brought the pot of rib soup out of the kitchen, scooped a bowl and placed it in front of me.

"Drink it while it's still hot."

I sat down, took a sip. The soup is very hot. But this time it doesn't burn my throat anymore.

"Thank you mom for buying me this house."

She glared at me.

"What are you thanking me for?"

Chi Tu crawled over, hugged my leg and tried to climb up.

"Mom... mom..."

She has just learned how to call mom. Pronunciation is still unclear. But every call seemed to fall straight into my heart. I picked up the baby.

"Chi Tu, from now on this will be our home."

My mother turned back to the kitchen. I saw her secretly wipe the corner of her eye with her hand. Half a year later. Chi Tu goes to the babysitting class right next to the apartment complex. Every morning at eight o'clock I take my child away. Pick up at four o'clock in the afternoon. After returning to work, I was much busier than I imagined. So busy that sometimes even sad times have to wait in line. Luc Hang still transfers pension money on time every month. The notes section is always:

"Alimony for Chi Tu."

Other than that, there are no other words. It is said that he later moved to another city. Trinh Le also left. Whether they are together or not, I don't know. Don't want to know either. One time, I happened to meet Luc Hang's mother in the supermarket. She stood next to the fresh food counter. Seeing me, she was stunned for a long time. Finally just ask:

"Is Chi Tu still healthy?"

"She's very strong."

"That's good then."

She bowed her head and left. I pushed the cart to continue moving forward. While passing by At the candy counter, I got Chi Tu a small package of dumplings that she liked the most. Life is like that. There are no earth-shattering dramas. No one knelt in the rain and asked for forgiveness. There was also no unexpected grand reunion outcome. Just a woman discovers that her husband has hidden the birth date of their illegitimate child in their door code. Then she finds out the truth. Then change the lock. The door closed. Life continues. One year later. Chi Tu is two years old. She can run across the living room chasing the orange plastic ball. I got promoted. Salary increased by thirty percent. At the end of the year, he also received the title of outstanding employee of the department. My mother said:

"Now I have much more vitality than before."

"Really?"

"When I was still with Luc Hang, I always felt like I was shrinking."

"Now my back is straighter."

I thought for a moment. Maybe because I finally don't need to continue taking care of my self-esteem as a grown man anymore. There is no need to hesitate to maintain the illusion that "he also has the right to decide". There is no need to consider every little thing between his face and your own limits. That evening. After Chi Tu fell asleep, I sat alone on the sofa scrolling through my phone. Accidentally saw a post. The title is: 【My husband used the birth date of his illegitimate child as the password to lock the door, what should I do?】 There are several thousand comments below. Some people say divorce. Some people say to be patient. Some people say to investigate clearly before deciding. Someone also said:

"It's just a code, don't overdo it."

I looked at that sentence and laughed. Is it just a password? For some people, it's just six figures. But to me, those six numbers were a betrayal that every day before entering the house, I had to manually press down. I exited the post. Place the phone on the tea table. Then go to the front door. The door lock screen lights up. Four numbers. It's no one's secret. It's not anyone's personal calculation. Not something someone would sneak into someone else's house to prove their existence. It's just my birthday. Just my door. Just the days that belong to me. I reached down and pressed it.