The Women's Counterattack
Episodes 13
Van Ne had a very long dream.
It must have been because of the recent cold that made him feel uneasy, or maybe because the atmosphere in the car was so warm that he rarely dreamed of his mother, Tu Le was still alive.
At that time, cars, houses, everything that could be sold out. Van Lien Phi borrowed money from a friend, then rented an apartment in the old area.
The layout includes the bedroom and living room, the area is so small that if there are two people standing in the bathroom, it is impossible to rotate horizontally or vertically. There are no balconies, no kitchens, only sofas and tables in the living room.
A simple kitchen is located in the hallway. While cooking rice, the atmosphere was crowded and noisy, the entire house was filled with the smell of oil and smoke.
Even under the scorching summer sun, the room was dark and damp, with a musty smell everywhere.
That year, Van Ne was eleven years old.
She moved away from the lavishly decorated mansion, without her own room and a beautiful princess dress, leaving behind the dance classes she had always attended.
Van Ne was forced to grow up in one night.
He went to school alone, without his parents dropping him off. He learned how to wash clothes and cook. Every Saturday afternoon, she would follow her mother for a long bus ride from the old neighborhood to a hospital affiliated with the Medical University for chemotherapy and dialysis.
It was too long for an eleven-year-old girl like her. In the summer, in a car without AC, Tu Le would take out a small fan to fan it gently along the way.
In winter, Van Ne would lean on his mother's lap, hold her thick needle-shaped hand, tell her trivia at school, and then slowly fall asleep.
There were times when she suddenly woke up, looked out the window, then asked her mother where she was going.
On the stretch of the road there was sunlight, there were rows of green trees. Outside the window, there was a cyclist passing by, beside a gentle and patient mother.
Although it was difficult, Van Ne never complained a word.
...
When he woke up from his dream, the voice was still ringing in his ears. Van Ne looked out the window, every street, pedestrian, and tree line, for a moment he thought he was still dreaming.
As usual as a child, she muttered, "Mom... Where are we going?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Van Ne was completely awake. The streets at that time were not like the old streets that he went through many years ago, his mother immediately left him.
But there was still a familiar answer: "Just passing through Xuan Dai street station, the next stop is Du Phong Flower Market."
Van Ne froze, raising his head, his clear black and white eyes widened. He is still drowning in the chaos between the past and reality.
Ly Thanh Dam turned off the phone and tilted his head to look at it, his voice much clearer than before: "What's up?"
"No." Van Ne shook his head, closed his eyes, and tried to suppress those raging memories. But perhaps because her illness made people sensitive and weak, she still could not resist the urge to cry.
The mask can cover the breathing and the ups and downs of the nose when sobbing, but it cannot cover the pink eyes and the pain that is bubbling in them.
Ly Thanh Dam asked nothing.
It wasn't that he didn't hear her mutter when he woke up, not that he didn't notice her irregular breathing, not that he didn't see those red eyes.
But he still didn't ask anything.
Everyone in the world is basically curious, but there are some things that are personal and past that cannot be easily picked up. The stories were buried by blood and tears, often attached to bone marrow. If it was pulled out, it was like tearing a scar that seemed to be completely healed.
Suffering will not wear off over time. It will always be in a certain corner, will be swallowed up by dust and darkness, but it will never be lost.
Ly Thanh Dam just follows Van Ne from the car.
The sunset in late autumn was also quite gloomy, with every cold wind passing by. The old quarter had only a few high-rise buildings, the old residential buildings were so dilapidated that moss was all over the walls. Small leaflets were plastered all over the street at the end of the alley. Dust-covered antenna cable line.
These days, even the sky is gray.
After Van Ne got out of the car, a familiar atmosphere immediately hit his face. He pulled his mask, his tone returning to normal: "Are you not going to look for a classmate?"
Ly Thanh Dam also lowered his mask, revealing his white eyes and red lips, and casually replied, "I'm hungry."
"..." - ".Van Ne still remembered that he owed her a meal earlier, he thought it was better to choose a date than to meet a date, so he said: "Let me invite you to dinner, what do you want to eat ?"
He did not seem picky and replied, "Supp up."
Van Ne took him to a small restaurant, mainly selling typical food in Lu Thanh. It feels harmonious, not too salty or too spicy or greasy.
There were quite a few people in the store, most of them were workers at a nearby construction site.
The landlady told the two of them to go to the second floor, sitting by the window could see a tall building being built in the distance. The sunset was red like a little blood He stopped, yelled, trying to give off the last rays of sunlight.
Ly Thanh rarely shows up when going to places like this. He sat down, looking left and right.
Van Ne brought him a set of dishes, rinsed them with hot water once and said: "You do, look what you want to do."
Ly Thanh said: "Yes", after taking it and looking at it, finally pointing to the word "Chicken pan*", asking: "What is this?"
"It's fried chicken in an iron skillet, accompanied by potatoes and celery, around the pan there will be a bread wheel."
(* Fried chicken :)
He looked interested, smiled and said: "Here I am."
"OK." Van Ne answered the hostess, who had just climbed upstairs to order my food. Not to forget the chicken dish, he also ordered an additional serving of cucumber and two servings of rice.
The owner repeated it again and asked: "Do you want the chicken pot to be spicy?"
Van Neap: "No need, boiled soy sauce is c."
"Okay, good enough tonight, you might have to wait a while." My mistress is downstairs.
There's a seat on the ship. Ly Thanh looked around, the hot teahouse asked: "Senior."
"YES?"
"Have you been working late at night lately?"
Van Ne answered the phone: "I work almost every day of the week, Monday to Friday."
Ly Thanh nodded, palms up and entered the cup. He closed his eyes, not knowing what to think, Van Ne did not ask much. Wait for n when n c is taken out, greet the rice, and then do not speak again.
Peaceful and satisfying food.
By the time the two of them left the bar, it was already dark. Old to n environments, light flooded everywhere, in contrast to the appearance of daylight.
Ly Thanh on the corner of the street, the mask hanging inside, his body sinking on the screen: "You go first, I'll be right back."
Van Ne nodded, followed his shadow at the bus terminal, then turned around and returned to the subdivision.
On the other hand, Ly Thanh received a phone call from Tng Du. He got out of the car and took a taxi.
Today she is actually dating, dinner is wanted by outsiders.
There will be no rice.
You need to get off the bus.
Tuong Du's apartment was a birthday present from my father, not far from Tam Trung. It consists of a living room and two bedrooms, some of which he transforms into a playroom.
At this moment, the two of them were playing a game and chatting.
Jiang Yu said: "Some vocational schools have been arranged. I haven't heard anything near me either, surely he didn't show any affection today?"
"Generation." After the event, Ly Thanh had no news at the vocational school, but he saw nothing.
Another event happened unexpectedly, then he thought back, although usually some people in and out of the alley, but there were also people at random. Sometimes they think it's okay to be a household in an alley.
But Ly Thanh still didn't want to take the risk. At least this time, he couldn't act arbitrarily before.
...
On Sunday, Van Ne rested at home, feeling colder, just the last few minutes and breath was left. On Monday, Phuong Mieu returned from the training camp and crawled to the table to sleep.
She participated in the school biology exam group. If he can easily apply directly, then next year will not be a school anymore.
Class 12, everyone is fighting for the future.
Van Ne looked at everyone's dream board at the back of the class, there was a school with a name they wanted to go to, and someone with a name they wanted to meet. Only the seat is empty.
The future is about tng.
Van hn does not see his own future, he just wants to finish each step well in the present, his device is just learning and feeling.
Phuong Mieu heard him sitting, out of habit, taking out a box of cow's milk from the desk drawer: "Master Luu told you yes?"
"Sp from ri." Van Ne looked at his needy face and asked: "When will your training end? When are you going to take the exam?"
"February." Phuong Mieu said: "There is one more training before the exam, and then the exam."
"Do you believe that?"
"Of course Ri." Phuong Mieu raised an eyebrow: "Trang did not look closely to see who I am."
Van Ne laughed, the appeal of the cow milk hotel still m.
Class 12 didn't change me. After entering ng, aticoid block 12 is used c back, every week, after iization also does not return to class.
Tyre 2 can heat up to the top end of each week. Van Ne and Phuong Mieu inside me ran 800m for the warm-up.
"I volunteer, tht y, I volunteer without this detail." Phuong Mieu sighed: "Right now, I feel that the class prefers to listen to Master Luu's words."
Van Ne was also much more skilled, speaking and not breathing at the same time: "Does the class have keys?"
"There's key. The Key to Saving Weapon Image. He's a representative of the gym class, should not interfere with discipline because of personal matters, chum."
"..."
After finishing the 800m boot screen. All the girlfriends gasped. Teachers teach each other strength outside the field.
Uong Binh Noi: "I'm watching, Moi Chay has 800m DJA this time, I saw Biet Binh Thuong but I disagree with Van Dong. If I continue like this, I am skeptical when I ask DJE Nghi Truong to let me join Chay Giua. learn."
ng just words, ** battle is shorter than sighing.
"Your long, that's how you are."
"Being human must look after one child after seeing you again*."
(*Advanced sentence means that it must be responded to too strictly, if we meet again, time for me, bph l.)
The whole class laughed. Uong Binh said that just by talking, it won't make things difficult for people anymore.False sub-classes, I can get some tools that can work with people.
"You can play whatever you want, but don't come to class and don't get out of the yard. If I start, they will run. Did y'all?"
Under the underlying years Three replied: "Clear."
You have many sons. Although they are usually busy with school, they share a passion that is difficult to talk about with the ball, both flood and straight walking silhouette.
Van Ne and Phuong Mieu shine badminton. The art class representative ran from afar, looking very active: "Want to meet me, our class has already fought with class 11."
"Little lackey." Phuong Mieu asked me: "Why are 11th graders so rowdy now? Dare to meet 12?"
"No no." Ton Nguyet Le heaved a sigh of relief: "This is not the eyes of each other, this is poetry, shadow. Luu Hao Vu called us to cheer."
Phuong Mieu put down the frame he had just spewed out and pressed down: "Wait for what else, just want me."
Instead of watching frenzied, Van Ne prefers to find a corner to sit. But he refused Phuong Mieu's activation, being dragged onto a football field.
The match you caught.
Shadows often occur randomly like this, teachers can educate from different classes to have fun and hold hands.
One person surrounded the field, including male and female dancers.
Van Ne and Phuong Mieu entered from the side, standing behind the girls in the classroom to clearly see the picture in the courtyard. I in the 12th grade had only one male student from the 2nd group, the remaining three students from the other group.
Left me 11.
His eyes were lonely, and his face was confused and bloody with a strange enthusiasm.
Whistle ringing.
Rubber balls fell to the floor in their respective rhythms, there were male friends throwing the ball, cheers around the field. Girls can't define their hearts.
The first half ended quickly. Luu Hao Vu and the others left the field, sweating profusely, after receiving water from the female companion, they laughed happily.
Van Ne didn't seem to blend in with them, he wasn't cheering or active.
He left me, and when he looked through the 11th grade episode, he stopped.
The boy and I pulled from the bottom up. He lit a match, put on his jacket, filmed his friends and then threw his jacket at his classmates.
The female friends around saw her in the ring, but they did not see the cheers.
He took the neckband I threw with one hand, and when he raised his hand, a jacket flew up, revealing his waist.
The screams are getting louder.
He is not at risk but cancer is in his wrist, some drooping hair, skeleton and penumbra area.
Van Ne certainly didn't want me.