Chapter 6 — The Ten Year Lie

It's not like no one knows. It's that everyone feels that my downfall is not as important as your reputation. Luc Tram Chu took a step forward. "At that time I really couldn't stand it." "Every day I wanted to die." To Hoai Nghien punched him in the face. Luc Tram Chu fell onto the edge of the bed, the corners of his lips immediately split. Dao Niem Tu shouted. "Don't hit Uncle Luc!" Tuong Nguyet Cam rushed forward and scratched To Hoai Nghien. The hospital room was completely chaotic. The nurse called security. But I only looked at Luc Tram Chu. He stood up with his hands on the bed's edge, not fighting back, tears finally falling. "Van Khe, I was wrong." "That day I didn't want Tue Tue to die." "Nem Tu called me dad, my mind was blank." "I thought I could still turn around and hold Tue Tue." "I really thought there was still time." Every word was like gouging meat. I finally understood what he said in the private room. The water is not strong, he can save both of them. It's not because he can't be saved. It's because he let go first. "Why does she call me dad?" My voice was so light it was scary. Dao Niem Tu's crying stopped. Tuong Nguyet Cam's expression completely changed. Luc Tram Chu closed his eyes. "When I was little, she called me randomly." I looked at Dao Niem Tu. The fifteen year old girl huddled on the bed, tears on her face not yet dry. She knows how to cry and knows when to cry. But at that moment, what flashed in her eyes was not fear. It's resentment. I remember the past ten years, every time I saw her, she always had that innocent, obedient look. Aunt To, don't be sad. Aunt To, Tue Tue will bless you. Aunt To, Uncle Luc said seeing you alive, he felt Tue Tue was also still alive. My stomach rolled. Chau Que Lan suddenly took out an old photo from the double compartment in the iron box. The photo is a bit damp and the corners are yellow. It is a parent-child activity of kindergarten. Luc Tram Chu squatted halfway, holding Tue Tue with his left hand, supporting Dao Niem Tu with his right hand. On the back of the photo was a line of words written in crooked crayon. "Dad Luc took me to play in the water." I raised my head to look at Luc Tram Chu. His whole body seemed to be drained of strength. Tuong Nguyet Cam suddenly grabbed the photo and tore it in half. "Can something a child haphazardly written be used as evidence?" The photo piece fell to the ground. To Hoai Nghien bent down to pick it up. Outside the hallway, the security guard came running and the hospital room door was pushed open. Amid the chaos, Dao Niem Tu suddenly pulled out the needle and got out of bed barefoot. The little girl rushed to Luc Tram Chu's side, hugging his arm tightly. "Dad, don't leave me." This call was colder than the flood ten years ago. 7. Luc Tram Chu's face completely collapsed when he called for his father. His first reaction was not to push away. Instead, he put his hand on Dao Niem Tu's shoulder. I looked at his hand. His knuckles are long and slender, and his palms have callouses left by many years of rescue. These hands have saved more than hundreds of lives. I also let go of Tue Tue's hand. "Let go of the girl." I said. Luc Tram Chu felt burned and suddenly withdrew his hand. Dao Niem Tu did not expect it, staggered a step, crying even harder. "Dad, I'm scared." Tuong Nguyet Cam rushed to hug her daughter. "Nem Tu, don't be afraid, mom is here." Chau Que Lan stood next to her, her face full of guilt. "Van Khe, I should have said it sooner." I held the red hairpin, my palm was painfully cracked. "It's not too late to say it now." Luc Tram Chu raised his head, a little hope flashed in his eyes. "Van Khe, I will make it up to you." "You can do whatever you want me to do." "I went to Tue Tue's grave and knelt down, returning all the honor of rescuing, from now on I would never see them again." These words were too late. It was so late that Tue Tue had been lying in the cold underground sewer waiting for ten years. "I want the truth." Luc Tram Chu's throat moved. "The truth is that for a moment you made the wrong choice." "Not yet."

enough." I stared at him. "Why does Dao Niem Tu call you dad?" Tuong Nguyet Cam immediately said: "Because she hasn't had a father since she was little, whoever treats her well will call her." To Hoai Nghien coldly asked: "Then why doesn't she call me dad?" Tuong Nguyet Cam was speechless, her face turned pale. Dao Niem Tu bowed her head, sobbing. "Mom said, Uncle Luc likes it." That's what I call you." Luc Tram Chu suddenly looked at the girl. "Nien Tu!" The girl shrank back. "You're not wrong." "When I was little, you bought me a school bag, bought hairpins, and even took me to the swimming pool." "You said calling me Uncle Luc sounds too strange." In the hospital room, there was silence. Finally, the panic on Tuong Nguyet Cam's face could not be hidden. I looked at her. "When did you two start?" Luc Tram Chu quickly said: "There was no start." "Van Khe, you never touched her." Tuong Nguyet Cam's face became even more ugly. "Luc Tram Chu!" This call had both hatred and self-pity. To Hoai Nghien immediately understood. "You hung her there?" Luc Tram Chu closed his eyes. "No." Tuong Nguyet Cam suddenly laughed. "Why are you pretending to be innocent now?" "That year." You quarreled with To Van Khe, sat in front of my shop in the middle of the night drinking wine, who said she only cried every day, the house was like a tomb?