Chapter 24
Chapter 24 — The Street They Live in Nhan Hoi Quan
I brushed the paper scraps from my palm and walked back along Nam Tho Street. When passing by Trieu Binh, the old coal seller was placing a jar of wine in front of the brick. When passing by the boy on West Street, his mother put down a newly sewn cloth tiger. In front of the bricks of Thanh Hoa and Hong Tu, Tien Tu placed two branches of cinnamon flowers. Someone remembers them. There are also people who still hate them. Names carved on the same street, each no longer a sentence about the price paid in someone else's story. Outside the city gate, the team that had returned from a long trip was heading towards the sunset. This time there was no queen hiding from the palace. There were no tyrants coming. Nor should anyone's life give way to their love.