Chapter 3 — The Person Who Was Blocked By Me Now Wants To Start Over From The Beginning

8 I just wanted to run away from the scene. But there is no escape. Obviously, Tri Tu and I broke up a long time ago. But when he coldly blurted out: "You mean... In the house I bought, let a strange man sit on my favorite sofa, using the fruit knife we chose together at the supermarket to peel oranges for you to eat?" I still feel sweat pouring down my forehead from him. My best friend initially wanted to speak up to defend me, but after hearing that sentence, he also fell silent. Only later did he try to regain his composure, trying to boldly say one sentence: "Well... although Song Song didn't do that, so what?! If you're not a man, what right do you have to speak up?!" After that, my best friend, without saying a word, dragged Tieu Tri and ran away, leaving me standing bewildered in the lonely wind, facing Tri Tu's eyes. He was already frowning, but now he frowned even tighter. "Impossible?" I turned my head to avoid it, my fingers began to scratch my palm uneasily. Tri Tu glanced at my guilty eyes and immediately understood everything. He was so angry that he burst out laughing, an unbelievable laugh: "Le Song Song! You went out... to spread rumors about me like that?!" I turned my eyes left and right, not daring to look into his eyes. Facing his X-ray-like scrutiny, I could only stiffen my neck and argue: "Who's telling the truth?! You won't let me touch it or let me sleep. If it's not possible then what's the point?" Tri Tu said nothing. His deep black eyes stared at me, not blinking once. After a long time, he spoke, his voice lowered: "Song Song... Don't you know? Women who dare to provoke men about... that matter, will be punished." Before I could react, he - who was standing at the door - suddenly strode closer to me. He bowed his head, his lips almost close to my ear, deliberately lowering his voice: "Otherwise... you'll be bullied until you cry." His hot breath blew into my ear, beat by beat, making my entire spine tremble like an electric shock. I instinctively backed away - my legs softened and I sat down on the sofa. Before he could even sit up to defend himself, Tri Tu was already pressing down. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a solid body. As soon as he pressed against me, he blocked all the light in front of me. I quickly raised my hand against his chest, not letting him get closer: "What are you doing?!" He tilted his head, his warm lips gently brushing my forehead: "What do you think I'm doing?" I immediately widened my eyes because I felt something... rising alarmingly. “Tri Tu!” Even though I protested on the outside, inside my heart my heart was actually pounding. Because Tri Tu has never treated me like that before. I was even a little… looking forward. Just as Tri Tu's face was getting closer and closer to me. I closed my eyes tightly. Immediately I felt a light bite on my ear. Opening his eyes again—— Tri Tu was seriously sitting next to him, neat and dignified, his back straight, his face expressionless. Not brothers. (And you still haven't "can't".) What is this? Don't even give me a kiss? Am I not at all attracted to him? I'm really mad. I jumped up immediately, grabbed his shirt and pulled him out the door: "Get out!" Although Tri Tu still doesn't understand what happened, he is tall much stronger than me, easily resisting my strength, standing as firmly as a pillar in the middle of the door. "What are you doing, Le Song Song? This is my house." Oh ho. Are you bringing up this article now? Who begged me to move in before and told me this house would forever be my little home? I stared at him: "Okay, your house is terrible, isn't it? Then I'll go! Can I go yet?!" Angrily, he pushed his hand away and turned around to go into the room to pack his things. But as soon as I took a step, my hand was held tightly by him. I want to get rid of it, but I can't get rid of it. Turning around, I saw Tri Tu pursed his lips and looked at me, his eyes deep. “I didn't mean that.” – he said. I laughed coldly: "So what do you mean?" He was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice: "I just want you to be happy." I waved my hand again: "Don't bother me, I'm happy." As soon as my words ended, a faint, broken look appeared in Tri Tu's eyes. He looked at me silently for a long time, then suddenly let go, his voice gentle and a little trembling: "Then... I'll go. Song Song, don't be angry anymore, okay?" The last sentence has a slightly vibrating final sound, making it almost heartbreaking to listen to. I looked at him and saw that his eyes were slightly red, and his face looked both sad and pitiful. He bowed his head, glanced at the gift bags lying on the ground, his eyes lowered: "These things... if you don't like them, you can just throw them away." Having said that, he looked at me one more time, then gently turned around, closed the door and left. The sound of the door lock rang coldly. I was a bit stunned. The room became empty again, only a few gift bags from Tri Tu remained, gathered in the corner of the closet. I suddenly felt an uncomfortable feeling in my heart that was hard to name. What is it? Are you really gone? Why don't we argue a few more questions? Isn't he usually very clever with his mouth? I tried to get rid of the strange feeling in my heart, sat down and opened the other bags to take a look. At first, I thought it was just some "straight guy" cosmetic items like he always chooses. The result —— were all newly released designer items, exactly the type I liked a few days ago. Looking more closely, a small card fell out. On it were some neatly handwritten words, next to which were some cute doodle drawings: Hello, I am a happy police officer. I hope you will cooperate with the investigation — Now I will take away all your sadness! The cutest person in the world is Song Song, don't be angry anymore. I held the card in my hand, sat there stunned, unable to say a word. 9 Actually... if you think carefully, Tri Tu, except for his habit of being too talkative, doesn't seem to have any major faults. It's just that up until now, I've always believed that a love relationship, in addition to spiritual harmony, must also be physically compatible. But with him, I don't feel any desire. Always skeptical — does he really like me? If he truly came to make up, but I suddenly got angry for no reason, then clearly... I lack maturity. I leaned against the window sill, thinking endlessly. Until sunset, the sky gradually darkens. Finally, I made up my mind, took out my phone, and opened the chat window with Tri Tu. But before I could even type, a call came in. On the screen appeared the name —— Tri Tu. I was stunned. Are souls really connected? I tried to suppress my emotions, pretended to be high for half a minute, then nervously pressed the listen button. Conclude result—— On the other end of the line, a strange male voice rang out: "Hello, may I ask if you are a relative of this subscriber? This person is drunk at our place, I really don't know what to do, I wonder if you can come pick me up..." I paused, then immediately said decisively: "Where?" The other party quickly sent the address. Is a small pub nearby. I quickly got ready and took the car to get there. As soon as I entered the door, I immediately saw a familiar back, slumped on the bar counter. The bartender seemed to be still trying to communicate with him. I immediately walked back quickly. The voice of the conversation between the bartender and Tri Tu is also becoming clearer and clearer: "Already called your wife, she will come pick you up soon..." "Which wife?! I don't have a wife! Don't talk nonsense!" "You're drunk, it's the person you saved as 'my wife', she said she'd come..." "You're drunk! She wished I was dead, how could she come pick me up?!" “Calm down a bit…” I stood not far away and suddenly stopped walking. And then—— I clearly heard Tri Tu's drunken voice: "I'm very calm. She kicked me so hard, did she think I couldn't live without her? Did she think I liked her that much? Who did she think she was? A fairy in the sky? But suffocating me? She basically..." I didn't dare to listen anymore. Clutching my hands, I turned around and ran out of the pub, my steps almost out of control. Running to the door, I leaned against the wall, panting loudly. I almost… I almost became a clown. Tri Tu is right. No one is irreplaceable. At this moment... Maybe in his eyes, I'm just an unreasonable, stubborn, and talkative woman. Why do I have to... bring humiliation on myself?