Chapter 3 — Through Two Worlds Sending A Hug

7 The car slowly rolled away, Pho Chi Duong and I stood on the side of the road, glaring. Right before he was about to explode, I raised my hand to fix the tangled curls: "Kid, chasing girls isn't like this." Pho Chi Duong's face immediately turned red: "What nonsense are you talking about?" "Oh? Don't like her? Then why do you deflate someone's car tire?" – I paused for a moment, suddenly awakening – "Ah, so you hate her. Then I'll warn her to stay away from you later, don't let her bother you." Pho Chi Duong shouted loudly: "Are you sick!" I looked at it, half smiling and half not. Perhaps a private matter in his heart was guessed by a hateful person like me, so he lost all face and turned around and left in anger. I slowly followed: "If you like someone, you have to use it properly. The way you use the name of liking to cause trouble and hurt people, only pushes them further away." Pho Chi Duong's footsteps slowed down, but did not stop. I ignored it and continued: "Let me guess, at school you also pulled her hair, pretended to accidentally bump into her desk, snatched her school supplies, and..." "SHUT UP!" - Pho Chi Duong suddenly stopped, turned his head and glared at me, but his face was slightly red. Oh, I guess I guessed right. “Tch, no more talking.” – I shrugged – “At first I was going to show you how to properly pursue girls.” I shook my head and went around it first. An Nhiem helped me observe behind: "It's rubbing the ground with its feet. Looking over here, scratching its head again... Aah ah, it's running after me!" Huh, I've been struggling in society for more than ten years, can't I still handle you? I snorted and laughed softly, then boarded the bus next to me. Turned around and said to Pho Chi Duong behind him: "Hurry up! We'll take the bus home tonight!" Perhaps it was the first time riding a bus, he seemed very curious, looking east and west. Finally, pretend to be absent-minded and say: "Hey, you didn't finish talking just now. I hate people who talk half-way the most." This arrogant thing... is also so adorable. I didn't tease anymore and said seriously: "If you like someone, you don't have to use bullying to attract attention. Let yourself become special in her heart in another way." Pho Chi Duong listened very attentively: "What else?" “Play it straight.” - I patted his shoulder - "In this young age, 'direct attack' is unbeatable." “As long as you are sincere, she will feel it.” 8 When we got home, the driver had just returned. Pho Chi Duong stepped forward and asked: "Have you brought her home yet?" The driver smiled: "I personally saw her enter the house." "OH." Pho Chi Duong still seemed a bit shy, not wanting to say more, so he turned and went straight back to his room. On the contrary, the butler was a bit surprised: "It seems that Miss Luong and Master are quite compatible." “For now.” – I yawned and walked upstairs. Mainly because in the car, I promised him that I would not stay at the Pho family, let alone be his stepmother. We didn't eat dinner together that night, each of us had our nanny bring rice to our room. My room and Pho Chi Duong's are one floor apart — he's above, I'm below, no one affects the other. In the evening, I was chatting with An Nhiem, listening to her tell some embarrassing stories about Pho Chi Duong when she was a child, which was quite funny. While laughing, soft footsteps were heard outside. I stopped and glanced at An Infected, then stood up and got out of bed. As soon as the footsteps stopped in front of my door, I immediately pulled the door open. Sure enough, Pho Chi Duong was secretly standing there, stunned when he was caught red-handed. I leaned against the door frame: "A few days ago, the person walking back and forth in front of my door was also you, right?" “Tell me, why are you looking for me?” Pho Chi Duong pursed his lips and looked up at me: "You said, is it true that you dreamed about my mother...?" I was a bit surprised: "Do you believe it?" Pho Chi Duong nodded. “To be honest… when I was little, I think I saw her once.” 9 Pho Chi Duong said that when he was ten years old, because he wanted to play, he climbed onto the balcony on the third floor. Startled by the stray cat in the yard, it slipped and fell down. The moment he fell and lost consciousness, he seemed to see his mother - she called his name in panic, telling him not to sleep... "That time I broke a leg, everyone said I was dead, but I believed my mother protected me." He took a deep breath, regained composure, then looked at me: "So... in addition to dreaming about her, can you also see her?" By reflex, I turned to look at An Nhiem. But I heard her voice again: "Don't say it." I stopped. I understand why she is worried. Pho Chi Duong couldn't see it, even if he knew An Nhiem existed, the two wouldn't be able to talk, let alone touch each other, which would only make it more entangled. If Pho Chi Duong sinks deep, it will be very difficult to escape. I shook my head. Pho Chi Duong was a little disappointed, but then smiled lightly, mixed with a bit of comfort: "It's okay, as long as I can dream of her, it's good." “Luong… older sister.” – he seemed a bit embarrassed – “Can you help me with something?” Just saying "sister" alone makes me sure to help! “You say it!” “If next time I dream about your mother... can you tell her... I miss her very much?” This is not good, my eyes are about to tear up. I admit I am sometimes too soft-hearted. Looking at Pho Chi Duong, I also felt more gentle: "Okay, I will text you back for you." Before he left, I called out: "Actually, have you ever thought that your mother wants to see you grow up well, and also wants to see you and your father get along better?" Pho Chi Duong's steps stopped, his voice suddenly became cold: "No way. Even if I die, I will not forgive him." 10 Since Pho Chi Duong was gentle with me, we actually got along quite well. On holidays or holidays, I will take him camping. Or at home, cook a few simple dishes together, while An Nhiem stands next to guide. That time, Pho Chi Duong and I made a small cake together. He was extremely proud, took his phone and took pictures, then sent it to Dao Dao. Standing next to him, he clutched the phone, smiling brightly. I leaned closer: "Today is actually your father's birthday, do you want to take a picture and send it to him?" The smile on Pho Chi Duong's lips immediately froze. “You said the cake you made with me… was made for him?” “Uh… well…” – I was about to explain, but saw Pho Chi Duong pick up the whole cake and throw it hard into the trash – “What are you doing?!” "Hideous." Pho Chi Duong looked at me coldly: "If you are going to do such useless things again, then don't appear in front of me in the future." Even though he's young, he already has the appearance of a boss. I reluctantly raised my hand and surrendered: "No more in the future, please." error." Pho Chi Duong went back upstairs and didn't even eat dinner. I realized that his criticism of Pho Thinh Trieu was deeper than I thought. I shrugged at An Nhiem: "I tried, but you can see the results." An Nhiem looked towards the dark staircase and sighed softly. I felt something was wrong: "If it is said that Pho Chi Duong hates his father because he quarreled with her in the past, leading to her accident, then there is no reason to hate so long and deeply. After all, she died in an accident, not because she was killed by Pho Thinh Trieu. Furthermore, according to her story, she and he loved each other very much, and he was never absent while her son was growing up. So Pho Chi Duong is not at this level." An Nhiem nodded: "I don't understand either."{Read full at Van Ha's love page} I thought: "Maybe it's still related to the real reason why you and Pho Thinh Trieu quarreled that year." But An Nhiem forgot. Just trying to remember will give you a splitting headache. I consoled: “It's okay, I'll think of another way. Who knows, maybe you can get it out of Pho Chi Duong's mouth." Unexpectedly, that opportunity... came very quickly. 11 Pho Thinh Trieu still hasn't returned from his business trip, and I'm so bored at Pho's house that I feel like mold. That morning, the housekeeper quickly ran to find me: "The school owner called and said he was in trouble." … When I arrived at school, Pho Chi Duong had just come out of the medical room. The back of the head is shaved bald, applied medicine and wrapped in a simple bandage. It's just that the school nurse's haircutting skills are a bit bad, making a handsome boy look a bit funny now. And Dao Dao stood next to him, eyes red, giving him a bottle of water: "Thank you, Pho Chi Duong." The teacher recounted that this morning on the way to school, Dao Dao was stopped and bullied by a group of thugs outside the school gate. Just happened to be seen by Pho Chi Duong. His hot temper was unbearable, he rushed "one against six"... and of course he couldn't win. But it shielded Dao Dao, causing all punches to fall on him. As a result, the scene "hero saves beauty" was a complete success. I crossed my arms and stood not far away, looking at the young couple. An Nhiem flew back, her voice still shaking: "I checked, it should be okay, but after all, it's a head injury, you should still go to the hospital for a thorough check-up." "YES." – I nodded, then walked over – “Hey, Pho Chi Duong.” Seeing me, Dao Dao was a little confused and wanted to avoid, but Pho Chi Duong held his hand: "Avoid what? Are you embarrassed to stand next to me?” “Looking at you now, it's really a bit embarrassing.” – I sarcastically said, then removed his hand from the little girl. “Are you Pho Chi Duong's older sister?” Dao Dao bowed her head to me: "I'm sorry, it's because of me that Chi Duong got hurt." An Nhiem flew around the little girl: "Aiya, you're so good, so good." I laughed: “It's okay, this kid has thick skin. It's just that I might have to miss class in the next few days to take a test, so I'll ask Dao to help make up for the missed lessons." Dao Dao glanced slightly at Pho Chi Duong, her face turned red: "No... no problem." …