Friend …
When writing these words, the boy kept mumbling…
sorry, sorry sir…then he slapped himself in the mouth, sitting there in a daze
He kept thinking that he wouldn’t tell this story.
Now, I already told it.
sit down and think, then have to apologize to him, Mr. Dam, guys
Yes
It started with a thought that had been lingering in my mind for days since the cold day I saw him with his granddaughter.
he is a pervert…haha
he drinks too much alcohol and harms his heart, too much sex and shortens his life
hee hee
enough, everything just fell on him, but he said it was just because of the circumstances…
he just smiled and said so
that day
the day i went to his house and saw my niece’s car
the cold winter solstice day that cut flesh and skin, the day I told you about Miss Hong’s distillery
the night my aunt told me to sleep together… hehe
Then all week she was silent and sad because she remembered her mother’s death anniversary.
it turns out the bird has a nest, the tree has roots
A stream has a source, no matter how far away it is, on the anniversary of her mother’s death, she still silently remembers her.
So my aunt and I had a trip like that, returning to her hometown, a peaceful and beloved village.
That day we returned home, tired from the long journey, but both my aunt and I felt relieved.
aunt is somewhat satisfied.. anger
anger at the rice seller who raped her
I understand about her childhood
so that night…on the bed in the room…the mute girl and her aunt kept laughing out loud every now and then
mute girl is very happy
The language and emotions she and her aunt expressed were still the pen and gentle eyes.
I fell asleep, my legs were sore from cycling all day.
Suddenly in my sleep I remember Mr. Dam
Never mind him
just go there and see it, don’t bother to remember
…….
light wind after school this afternoon
the cold, emotional turmoil of puberty
ah
drove back to Mr. Dam’s house
see if he has anything with anyone,
I don’t know about him, but I’m still curious about him.
oh, front door
There is a postman at the end of the village who parks his bike in front of the door.
really big cardboard box..on the luggage rack
the doors on both sides were closed
how many times did you knock…
Mr. Dam..
silent
oh no…he must be doing it again
The postman said this box is not a home delivery box, the family has to go to the post office to get it, but Mr. Dam is an acquaintance, so today he is on the way so he will deliver it to the house.
I have been knocking on the door for a long time but I still can’t find him.
what box is that bro
Every day he brings back all the traditional Chinese medicine he sells.
yesterday and today these two boxes are clothes
ah…i see
I told you to wait here, I ran to the back gate to see what was going on, then I opened the door.
what am i to you
I am your nephew
yeah hurry up baby, it’s getting dark
I rode my bike along the road, around the edge of the field, to the back gate.
ah ah
I’m probably having sex with someone right now. It was so good that I fell unconscious and fell asleep.
die with you.. today is the niece in law or.. who is this?
It was almost 5pm in the winter, the back garden had some dense bamboo bushes, the sky in the garden seemed to darken
Only the dove’s voice still lazily sang in the cage covered with a cloth.
cooing…cooing when seeing a shadow
There is no bicycle next to the house.
I quietly opened the back door
cold kitchen..
uh…what’s going on?
where are you going
Looking into the room where Mr. Dam was still sleeping, there was a huge pile of blankets.
covered his whole body
a bit shy, what if, under that blanket, he is hugging a niece
Mr. Dam
…..
Oh…oh…his voice is so small, like a cat’s whining next to a pile of ashes in a cold winter kitchen.
I went to turn the quilt.
His whole body was drenched in sweat, he was lying curled up like a boiled shrimp.
sir, what’s wrong with you
He has had a fever for several days now. Why did he come today?
Because…I hesitated
He was feverish and his forehead was covered in sweat, suddenly he burst out laughing.
He coughed hoarsely, his cough sounded hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat…
he patted my head and said
You know..
Damn it, I saw two cans of wine and I understood.
He smiled gently. Carefree, but still had a hint of suffering when he was sick, struggling alone.
Who said…you are greedy?
As soon as I said that, he laughed so hard, coughing violently…
He said he didn’t want that.
I touched his forehead..hot
I suddenly remembered what my grandmother did when I had a fever.
Lie down, don’t cover yourself with the blanket anymore. I’ll get you a hot towel and cover you with it.
I quickly took a wet towel to wipe his neck, then put it on his forehead.
Sir, the postman in front has been calling you for a while now. Come out and sign for the post box.
Oh, come out and sign and receive it. The box of things the priest and his wife sent to that mute girl.
I opened the front door to get the box.
Ask him how he eats and takes his medicine.
This afternoon he has a fever and can’t cook rice.
Grandfather
Now you lie down and rest, I’ll go home and tell grandma to cook porridge for you and bring you cold medicine.
He spoke softly, tiredly, bringing him some bird cages into the house, then carrying the box of things back for the mute girl.
I opened the front door, turned on the lights in the house…then drove away, on it was a box of clothes that the priest and his wife gave me.
Grandma
He has a high fever. He hasn’t eaten or taken any medicine since noon.
my grandmother asked…do you have a high fever?
yes, his forehead is very hot
Mom, please cook porridge, chop the meat, let me pick some perilla leaves and some onions, later the son will bring it to grandpa to eat and then give him medicine.
poor man living alone
he is a kind, loving and considerate person, only sometimes he has a bad temper
but never mind other people’s private matters, my dear.
Yes
I told the priest’s wife to send another box of stuff for the mute lady.
Okay, I’ll bring the porridge over later and ask you to bring it back for her.
Hey, if you come over and my fever doesn’t go away, stay with me. If something happens to me at night, someone will call you.
At times like these I understand, there is still a lot of love here.
Mr. Dam, Mrs. Binh, the other half…they said
lecherous, promiscuous
This half is still weak-hearted and simple people.
His house is strange tonight.
There was no moaning or slurping sound like yesterday.
Only their voices, huffing and puffing…the house was quiet.
I just ladled porridge for him.
Just smiling
Your father…smiling at him
Hee hee
Let him die…who told him to take off his pants in the cold..
He was talking about this sentence…the porridge he was swallowing…
He coughed and threw out.
He hugged me like a soul mate.
that night, that night….
The story he has talked about so far is just a little bit.
just a corner of his life
from that day until now, he and Miss Hong
hee hee
he said. he cheated and cheated to get one that day.
ah…
why did you carry two cans of wine
I told him that day to go up and see if the priest’s wife had sent anything yet…he saw him in the room.
Then I went home and met my aunt. I told her to stop by Ms. Hong’s house to get her a liter of wine.
Miss Hong told me to watch the pot of wine, she will bring the wine up here
I think if you go up…then…he will die
he laughed out loud again
oh my nephew…
good..men must be like that
who pointed to the guy lying in the haystack
haha
Dad, when will you arrange it for me… hehe
Boys must be opened to puberty to circulate blood.
hee hee
I’m weak now, but my grandchildren keep asking…it makes me tired.
hee hee, his lewd laughter again
I don’t know why since that day until now, Ni Hong has been avoiding him…when he brought wine, he immediately left.
called into the house but did not come in
hee hee..
I don’t know
Grandpa, my grandma told me to sleep with you tonight.
hehe..you ate the porridge and woke up…I’ll go home later…bring the box of stuff back so the mute girl can be happy
Mr. Dam takes medicine
I went out to light the fire..
he asked me if I had eaten yet
I brought you porridge in a hurry, you haven’t eaten yet.
then you go home, i’m fine, i’m used to being alone
Dear, at times like these, we see that human love is precious and wealth is impermanent.
I cycled in the quiet night, on the village road covered in darkness.
Day and night, my village still has the scent of rice, flowers, and grilled sticky corn wafting from the houses.
quiet night, wonder what my mute aunt and I are doing at this hour
the box was placed on the floor.
Aunt Tham opened
Aunt Tham exclaimed
oh my gosh so many beautiful things
Try it on later..you’re pregnant and wearing clothes like those on the street is very provocative.