Chapter 9 — Three Years in the Institute of Succeeding

Sometimes I woke up in the middle of the night, she was still touching my knee. The traces left behind by three years cannot immediately disappear just because the hospital door has opened. But she started calling her own name. That's enough. After the spring sacrifice ceremony ended, Ta Kinh Xuyen walked back with me along the long street. Someone on the side of the road recognized me. They didn't kneel, just nodded at me. I also nodded in response. When he reached the front door of the Co Palace, Ta Kinh Xuyen suddenly stopped walking. "Co Minh Lan." "Um?" "Yesterday my grandmother asked me when I was going to open my mouth." "What did I say when I opened my mouth?" Rarely did he hesitate. After a while, he spoke up: "I want to spend the next days with you." I looked at him. "Have you thought about it carefully?" "I've thought about it for two lifetimes." I laughed. His ears were a little red, but his face still remained calm. "You can think slowly." I won't let him wait. "Okay." Ta Kinh Xuyen was stunned. "You agree?" "What if not?" I pushed open the door of the Co residence. The older sister was standing in front of the Western courtyard, fighting over the last meat bun with her great-grandmother. The great-grandmother saw us, her eyes stopped on Ta Kinh Xuyen's face. "Say?" Ta Kinh Xuyen nodded. "You agree." The great-grandmother happily gave the dumpling to her sister. Sister took it, took a bite and said inaudibly: "Congratulations." I looked at her. That guy also looked at me. We all remember that icy lake. In my previous life, she asked me where I was based. Now we can finally answer. No one is born to stand on a high platform. No one is forced to use suffering in exchange for the love of others. Whether a person can live this life well or not depends ultimately on whether he or she is willing to open his or her eyes, admit that he or she has gone down the wrong path, and then step out on his or her own. It took three years. Her great-grandmother passed away more than twenty years ago. I also died once. Fortunately, in this life we have all walked out of that hospital door. There are no gods outside the door. Only spring. Run out of.