Human life…how long does life last?
1 hour, 1 month, 1 year, 20 years, 70 years… cannot be calculated because there is no common denominator.
In life, there are things we must remember and things we must forget.
Well, I’m telling you, everything I’m telling you has its reasons…it started from an unprecedented argument that lasted from year to year between two arch-rivals as if they had to exist in this world in their previous lives…
At and Giap hihi because these two characters make me remember many things in this life..
It started again one afternoon… the guy said that Elon had just implanted a chip into the human brain to control human thoughts because 4.0 and AI technology had developed beyond human thinking…
I was curious to see the two of them starting again.
The bastard said the computer you’re using has 500 GB of memory.. those who play gems have installed several TB, not to mention those who mine bitcoin.. you see, technology changes but your brain’s memory and wrinkles only have so much.. if you want to remember this, you have to forget that..
as talented as the new elon. he implanted a chip to upgrade your brain, if you’re good then do it.. don’t you see?
I typed in some reasonable words… then sent some smiley faces… the two of us worked and thought while continuously typing on the zalo Group… truly worthy opponents… like fighting buffaloes… when they come together, they rub horns… break heads and break foreheads
Fuck it, let the two of them fight to find a winner and a loser, I went out to the balcony to smoke, while I was daydreaming, the guy’s younger brother texted me asking…
do you go to work
I answered yes
I can’t call him.
Is there anything urgent? I’ll go in and ask him to call you back.
It’s not urgent, I just asked if he received the money yet.. ok let me know
Then go to the room and tell him to check and let you know.
Yes, thank you.
Nothing
I texted the girl a few lines, feeling happy.. remembering the argument between the two of them, suddenly thinking.. so that guy sometimes speaks well, people say he is brutal, straight as a horse’s gut, sometimes crazy and crazy.. but he said there are things to remember, things to forget to have a place in this life..
I daydreamed… thinking about Giap, his life was also full of hardships… maybe this year I will discuss with That guy to go back to his hometown once… because of what he said. Although his hometown has changed a lot now, the stilt houses and rice fields are still preserved. Like a cultural feature from the beginning, yet tourists flock to find the wild, pure places without the dust of the city, he said that this life is strange… now people with money go to buy old houses, repair, preserve, find simple gardens where there are a few water jars and coconut shells… because of that, the lotus ponds bloom, the women of the city jostle to take pictures… the rural scene of thatched houses and earthen walls
The guy said…there’s nothing to think about…life is like that, you can go to the artist’s house and see…he restored the countryside scene, ancient houses…but you have to buy a ticket to go in and see it..
Thinking about the younger brother… thinking about our friendship, I think about the day I asked
it said to forget..
Forget what..it said forget sadness and hatred
Remember what it said that you think is the most beautiful and meaningful thing in life
yeah right…what is beautiful…beauty, that’s what the mute girl and the pink girl have in abundance…
Romantic love that lasts until the end of life…hihi, that’s fine, you have plenty to talk about…
vaguely in my mind..looking at the tall treetops, there is my village, the familiar and romantic countryside scenery appears..unconsciously I mumble…
My village is green with bamboo shade, each evening bell ringing, the church bell ringing, life is joyful in the beloved countryside. Areca shade with a boat, a river
But oh well….
The song kept coming back like a kite, like a boat drifting on the river, it brought me back to that morning of the 3rd day of Tet long ago… the day my village held a festival…
After noon, the village festival seemed to become more and more bustling. My footsteps wandered past the cockfighting group, then to the circle to watch the human chess match. On the other side, the drums of the wrestling festival were still beating. The village competition was over, and it was time for the sponsors’ competition. Suddenly, the sound of a loudspeaker, a loudspeaker made of tin, rang out loudly. The referee loudly announced that the biggest wrestling competition of the year, sponsored by the traditional medicine shop Iuu Quang Dam, had officially begun.
Including cash, chicken sticky rice, a can of wine to improve men’s health… I burst out laughing, wow, my husband is playing big this year.
Money, sticky rice and chicken are not strange to me, wine improves health, it makes me laugh, I go back to the village wrestling festival.. looking at the expanding circle, the belt holders, wrestlers are being paired.. squeezing closer to him.. seeing me, he smiles like popcorn. I said, you are hungry, why don’t you go buy some cake to eat.. because you haven’t been home since morning and you will be hungry.
He gave me some new coins..I squeezed in and out, then came back and stood close to him..Looking at the crowd, squeezing in, I thought he was alone, made a lot of money..now he spent it on prizes to entertain people…
Last night he had his own thing, the vase on the other side almost collapsed the roof..he said..young men must be strong to keep women..my nephew will learn to walk in two years and will become a wrestler in the village festival. This year the boys from the next village look so big and strong, maybe his prize will go to the boys from the riverside village..in recent years our village has not produced any big and strong wrestlers.
The festival ended, I returned home with a smile on my grandmother’s face. She said… are you hungry yet? Did the festival have fun? Now help me cook rice and soup to offer on the afternoon of the 3rd day of Tet to send off the ancestors.
Chicken, dried bamboo shoots, round-cut banh chung arranged on a plate… kohlrabi cooked with pork bones, the aroma wafting up… the mute lady looked at me wistfully, my grandmother bent over wearing a four-panel dress, incense sticks praying to ancestors, the afternoon feast on the 3rd day of the lunar new year in my village, every family sent off their ancestors.
The fragrant incense sticks sway, the gentle sunlight and the cool breeze blow across the yard, down at the foot of the hill someone is walking up, ah… my aunt is plump and radiant, her cheeks are rosy and her clothes are so beautiful…
My aunt’s laughter echoed in the corner of the yard, stirring up the atmosphere. I pointed to the altar where she was praying. My aunt said she didn’t know what she was praying for.
My aunt and I walked out into the garden, the old grapefruit tree was budding new buds… up there were a few clusters of flowers swaying, the scent of grapefruit flowers at the beginning of the year was pungent with the scent of the essential oil of the yellow pistil. I picked a few flowers and put them in my aunt’s hair, the mute girl smiled… the remaining flower was put in the mute girl’s hair, she tilted her cheek, her hair fell down… her chest was full, the mute girl had even white teeth like a fairy landing in a deserted garden… the three of us wandered around the garden, our souls swaying…
Quietly holding my hand and smiling gently..wishing you, wishing you beauty forever..
The incense burned out, my grandmother’s voice…
The children came back to carry the offerings to send the elders to the field… the mute girl went first to the yard… I walked closer to my aunt… remembering last night outside Mrs. Binh’s tent
I said…auntie, you’re crazy these days.
What’s up..
Think for yourself…do you often go out with any boys in the village at night?
Oh…you have good hearing…be careful!
Leu leu…genes…
I walked up to the yard where the mute lady had arranged a pair of shoulder poles, one side had fruit on it, the other side had wine, meat, and savory offerings… she gave me a can of rice with some incense sticks… exactly at 4 pm, Aunt Tham smiled and swung the shoulder poles, the mute lady and I followed behind… my grandmother walked and sprinkled salt and rice along the road… when we reached the bamboo bush, my grandmother shouted…
The elders went to the fields. Now the children and grandchildren see them off. Next year, they will invite them home to celebrate Tet.
The meal on the 3rd day of Tet, the day I turned 16 years old..returning home at night..the first chill of the year..absently remembering yesterday…
A night of many emotions..
On the pillow is the notebook the mute girl still uses…green lines, the mute girl wrote………………….
I was thinking silently………………………