my friend
I believe someone will ask
Oh
Who is telling this story?
he, him, or him
Hihi
who is it
Because the words written through a story, there are only fields, trees, grass and people with muddy hands and feet, the name of the village sounds unreal.
as some reader said, just like my village
no shimmering colors, no noble flavors
The smell of pig dung wafted out, along the narrow alley.
yet. this afternoon that person said, every day he comes to this page to see what story the writer is telling.
….
I then ..
Just a village boy
Soul
Then just borrow the poem
To speak up..a person
(Love your homeland through every page of a small book)
Hour …
The words that open this page began with a fishing trip.
That day, At was in crisis, he wanted to quit his job and rebelled.
I invited him on Sunday, just the two of us, two lunch boxes, to go to the area with many green lotus ponds.
let your soul follow the rhythm of the waves lapping against the shore of the quiet lotus ponds… wide open view
This area used to be a pig farm, now it is rented by a private company and converted into a fish farming area.
entertainment
The morning sun rose,
green lotus pond area, a few lotus flowers blooming, in the distance a few dugout canoes looming, following the foliage, two girls on the boat wearing conical hats… leisurely picking pink blooming lotus flowers and ripe lotus pods
The scenery of the early morning sunrise is quiet
Pouring a cup of hot coffee, both of them let their souls wander in the tent protruding out to the pond..
The guy was lying there, smoking on the roof of the tent.
I asked
Do you really want to sleep?
He said I was bored with many stories.
I said
So you think I quit my job from a place thousands of kilometers away… the salary is twice as high as here just because, here there is family, friends and above all, when I miss home sometimes I run back to the village…
It said if you think like that then why should I say anything?
I said
so do you have any more stories
Oh, but when I went to your family’s memorial service, I heard your father seemed to be in a bad mood…
it told you then i said
yes there is ..
also my brother’s story
You see, my brother’s family suffered a lot, wandering around for several times, changing visas, earning money to build up… now I feel like he and his wife are cold every night.
all because of the words… money
do you understand
My old man was furious the day after the death anniversary because of his son.
it is the grandson..aluminum ass
but all day hugging the phone playing gems
I don’t know if he ate something bad or played too many gems, his head is ruined.
anniversary. My father asked him to carry the trays and tables, he said
Every year my grandfather sets up a memorial service for his grandfather..so tired.
that’s it
After the death anniversary, my father pointed at his father..
Earn too much money, don’t take care of your children, big house but children don’t know, family customs and traditions will one day die, my child.
or is there something going on between him and his wife…
or
also,
I also heard a little. But never mind.
private story of two people
I said…everyone has their joys and sorrows, we can’t live in their thoughts so how can we understand?
the guy said
then all is the pressure of making a living
damn, if only it were as simple as the old days, I might be happy
I laugh
then said
ever since the old days
then giggle
it said your mother’s grave..you must have had many memories in the past
what
it said people like me
Barking dogs do not bite
you then …
oh well, i don’t care
Then it left the chair and waded along the shore of the lagoon. It probably wanted to wander to the other side where there were some couples.
and many plump ladies are putting on makeup
Take a picture of the countryside scenery to forget the noise of the city
I sat still thinking..
What caught my eyes was a woman with slender shoulders, a fluttering pink bodice, a turban…a black dress.
oh..she is dreaming about
distant times
…
so now..in the warm room
today is winter solstice
.22 solar calendar
the land at the end of the village
the thermometer shows 9 degrees ..
cold and dry during the day
ups and downs unexpectedly
remember the simple things of the past
a time to forget
those days are long gone
now remember
…
That year was a good harvest, but the weather was harsh and cold. Her radio reported that it was snowing in the mountains.
Village
Hometown, many customs, Tet is coming soon
I’ve been mumbling these days.
Miss Hong’s house is haunted
The emotional afternoon from the warm room, her house on the edge of the field
I don’t know how many nights
Who
Voiceover
Dad of the apricot
Come back to bed with the rose
I dare not go over
Just a walk around the village
One morning around 9 o’clock I returned home
Saw her brother’s bike parked in the corner of the yard
On the porch, her brothers were sitting in the sun.
Hello
He nodded happily.
Asked him to visit the mute girl or what?
He said he had some work to do.
Then he read it to the mute girl, then he asked her to sign the power of attorney for him to be the owner of the land to make a red book because his hometown was doing the procedure to seize and change the village land book.
I took the paper and looked at it..then told her to shut up and wait for me to call my aunt over..
Aunt Tham ran over to look at the paper, her eyes were cold.
Philosopher
Do you want me to tear this paper, the mind did not sign anything, do you want to steal its inherited land?
No way, I heard everything from the leader yesterday.
Now you go home and make a paper under her name…or when she gives birth, you can go home and make it. Think of a blood relative.
Otherwise…you better watch out.
I sat and listened, admiring my aunt’s experience.
Suddenly thinking about life
The mute girl has many hardships.
Don’t know
What happens next?
These past few nights, my aunt came over to sleep over…in there the two of them were having a great time.
This afternoon on the way home from school I stopped by Mr. Dam again.
He was sitting and opening the wooden box.
His gift boxes
Hello
He smiled.
Why haven’t you visited him for so long?
I asked
Are you counting gold?
Hehe
No, you don’t have gold.
What a beautiful box!
Ah…that thing of that religious couple.
Condom….that condom
His wife and he came home to use it and left it lying around, so he kept it here.
let me see
hiii
Take it home and see, maybe one day you will use it
quiet afternoon, birds singing in his garden
peaceful scenery
Tu
Yes
how are you doing these days
how are you
do you want it
Hihi
what day do you arrange for
I’m still young.. hehe
yeah, just focus on studying..that’s fine
Everyone has a story about physiology..why think about it?
I kept thinking about the story and what the rose thought when she told the story to him.
the legend of the girl who shaved her pubic hair…to swear
I smiled
Tu
Yes
I’ll go home later and stop by Ms. Hong’s house. Tell her to bring you 20 liters tomorrow.
Yes
quiet afternoon
I visit Miss Hong again
a..brilliant
where is your mother
my mother is sick anh tu
where is mom now
my mother is in that room
I and the little girl went into the room, the blanket she covered tightly.
miss
Mom.. the baby’s voice
she turned over
the young man came to visit
Yes
what’s wrong with you
My mother has been sick for 3 days now, she can’t make wine, Anh Tu.
I touched her forehead, it was burning hot, her face was pale
like the old man who took off his pants on a cold day…
I was soaking in water here the other day…
who said
put the leg out
Hihi
Miss… have you cooked rice yet?
I have rice from noon, you can reheat it later
Okay, let me go home and tell my grandmother to cook porridge, then take her over to massage you.
I cycled home
run across Mrs. Binh’s gate
My grandmother was standing talking, Mrs. Binh kept stuffing some kohlrabi, a handful of herbs and a few ripe tomatoes into her hands.
Sister, please hold it for me… I have nothing to repay you.
I heard Mrs. Binh say
it feels so strange
the same person, the other half is infamous
this half is simple and familiar
Grandma, Miss Hong has a bad cold.
how do you know
I just stopped by Mr. Dam’s house to play. He asked me to go by Ms. Hong’s house and tell her to bring wine up tomorrow for him to soak.
dead…that house has mother and child
Okay, let me get the egg and the coin. Now come over and help me with something for that house.
suffering…having two mother and child
I drove my grandmother back to aunt Hong’s house..
I don’t know what my grandmother owes in this world.
Hihi
but only for a moment
rub balm..treat cold
Her back was black and bruised..pox appeared in patches.
I sat outside with the girl..
my grandmother said…you lie here…
In a flash, the pot of porridge was put on the stove.
Miss Hong sat up,… listless
but looked at me smiling
story back and forth
go home
my grandmother said
Tomorrow morning, I will come take my sister to school, then come back and help her boil two pots of wine.
suffering
I haven’t cooked the pots of wine for 2 days.
skip tomorrow and ruin 2 batches of wine
Tomorrow morning I will come help you
Yes
to that night…
wake up in the middle of the night
suddenly asked
I wonder when he will return to her.