Friend…
Maybe I also have moments and thoughts like you because we all have a childhood past, no one is born to become an adult right away.
There is a saying that no one is born knowing everything…who said this, I don’t know, but because it’s true, people keep repeating it, saying it over and over again becomes a habit, listening to it so much that it seeps into my thoughts, I don’t know when.
Back then… when studying history, they said that in 1912 there was a huge shipwreck that killed thousands of people… and from this shipwreck, the world had to think, set up maritime rules, regulations on maritime transport, rescue, life saving… etc.
It wasn’t until 2000 that the movie TITANICH was released that filmmakers recreated a historical event through the seventh art… songs, movie scenes, the love story of the actor dicapero… so many details, so many film awards… there was an event that I always remember when watching it over and over again… the respected captain of that sinking ship gave an order. Women and children were put into the lifeboats first, then men, whoever disobeyed the order was shot… and when that ship was about to sink, he went into the captain’s room, closed the door, and sank with the ship… he left for posterity many things to think about behavior… forever honored and praised…
War also has rules…killing women and children is a crime.
too rambling
But…I’m sure you guys also have this feeling…women, girls, giving birth to children…don’t know since when they became objects for us men to protect…someone said that soldiers go to war because behind them…are women and children…
I don’t know since when humans have had this kind of consciousness..but the tiktoke guy jokingly said that boys, we men are all for a piece of land, a diagonal piece of land…they say that piece of land, although small, gives us a lot of sweetness, a lot of poetry of life..
I also believe what they say is humorous but partly true..but it’s not all..the biggest, strongest weapon of women to me is the tears they slowly drop down the corners of their eyes..
Once the guy said…in life you must forget sadness and hatred
must remember the most beautiful and gracious things in life and now I have to say..remember the tears of women without crying but still flowing…because sometimes their tears will change the moment that we men cannot overcome..beauty pass, they, even if the ship sinks, are still the ones who get on the lifeboat before the world of men, my friends…
Why, who said men have to humble themselves before the world of women..he said..he pursues women only because of beauty, passion
The second guy said it was because of love in this life…so my story might be long-winded, guys.
The message from Giap’s younger brother asked me if A was working… he started from a remote village in the countryside, Giap said that his hometown only uses education to reach out to the world… but his hometown is not rich, he cannot bring material resources with him to the city, his younger brother went to the city to study, had to worry about food, accommodation, so many things.
The second son was given a piece of land by the old man. I don’t know how lucky he is, but that place is now a school and a factory. He invested in building more than a dozen rooms for rent, collecting money every month. He is cheerful and sociable, but he has no perseverance.
Thinking about the friendship with the guy, he told your younger brother or someone to stay in a free room..just need to collect the monthly rent for me..consider it beneficial for both sides..not too much trouble..so the younger brothers of the guy have a decent place to live..to settle down and start a career.
The guy A said I will always remember your favors… the guy A said why the hell do I remember… as long as you live and argue with me regularly, that’s enough… haha
I kept laughing at this saying.. it turns out that in this life.. arguing has its own thing that makes people addicted..
addicted to arguing, addicted to debate, can’t see each other, can’t argue, miss each other… but strangely, the topic of their arguments keeps bringing my emotions back to the village, where there are only fields and gardens, simple people, still poor life… every day their shoulders still sway with shoulder poles…
bamboo bushes at the gate…the incense sticks have burned out…
My grandmother told me that later on when I make offerings at the end of Tet, I have to carry the offerings and incense sticks to send the ancestors to the fields. I just smiled…my aunt’s face was red, she put her finger on my forehead and said…
remember yet
She stopped and carried the basket of food to the yard. The dishes were arranged on trays. My grandmother told her to stay here and eat with me.
Auntie said…you eat here every year to celebrate Tet, don’t you remember?
yeah..wash your hands and feet..eat dinner at 5 o’clock early
Aunt’s happy laughter, bustling yard corner..
My grandmother said, this child has a lucky star this year..his face is so rosy and bright..this year he will definitely have good luck in love and career..
I don’t know but why this year I’m so carefree, not thinking about anything like every year, uncle
yeah..what’s past is past, life is long..there are many men..
hee hee.. today you said such a cool thing.. you must have been this handsome back then… hee hee
Dad, dad…what are you thinking about again…my grandmother went down to the kitchen to reheat the food, she silently walked around sweeping the yard, I looked out the gate, the handsome figure of Mrs. Binh was cycling in, looking at him I suddenly remembered last night…full breasts, slim thighs, swaying beside the vegetable patch at the beginning of the year, his family had many strange stories, remember the feeling my aunt said was genetic…I thought to myself…angry with life…
Anh Tuan and Aunt Tham sat on the sidewalk..I glanced at..last night in the tent..the promises..I only love you..men say it, play with it, forget it right away..now with Aunt Tham, no matter what, the words are full of honey.
I ran out the gate..the sound of my uncle’s car screeching in..
hello grandpa
where is your aunt
I’m sitting here playing with you, grandpa.
You go tell aunt Tham that there is a guy from her old school who is visiting.
I went up to the yard and whispered in my aunt’s ear..hehe..
who is it aunty…is it him aunty can you give me the secret
hee hee..tu drove him over here..let’s eat…
handsome man has a feeling… jealous… of the girl in my village..
oh.. today there is a good play to watch.. i smiled and rode my bike to my youngest uncle’s house
The meal was served…on a large table in the middle of the house. My grandmother said…the wine for the offering…Tu took it out for the two of you to drink for fun..good wine, village customs, I suddenly remembered Miss Hong..at this time…when will she return…I feel nostalgic, missing her, where is she at this time…with whom?
one two three…the sound of glasses clinking, my aunt’s son and the handsome guy, the roosters glanced at each other, ruffled their feathers, raised their spurs, jumped and kicked…competing to show who was strong, who won or lost…when we got to the field I told my aunt…auntie, these two men must be drunk
leave them alone..let them die..hehe..be good and I’ll reward you..
She silently poured more wine into the bottle…a few drops from the bottom of the glass…she tasted…her face blushed…handsome and absent-minded…her heart is the prettiest today…her cheeks blushed
Aunt Tham pulled her ear…who is the prettiest…say it again..
ah ah..deep, deep..loud laughter..
My aunt’s son said…you and Tu should split these two drinks…I looked at her…my mother glanced sideways…
She said, let him taste it gradually, then he will know how to drink and be able to work in the future.
Anh Tuan, please share another glass with me. The wine Miss Hong cooked was spicy and strong, lightly permeating. I was dizzy. I don’t remember how the first meal of the year, the third day of the year, ended. I rolled onto the bed, feeling drowsy. It was almost nine o’clock. The notebook Miss Nu had tucked into my pillow.
vague text…these nights I have a stomachache…maybe the baby is kicking
wistful… first night of the year, quiet countryside, outside the yard spring rain is falling, this year it rains at night, spring rain on the countryside is sprinkling tiny raindrops like the sky is sifting rice flour
The sound of someone’s slippers was so light..it seemed like the mute lady opened the door, the sound of slippers gradually faded away..I craned my head to look, inside the room door the light was dim..I wonder where aunt Tham is sleeping tonight.
Her silent shadow gently passed through the window..she turned back to look at my bed..feeling absent-minded..strange, who is aunt Tham with at this hour..oh..she must be lost in thought..whispering her secret…to me at this hour
children.. angry..
yeah right..no..because she’s my aunt so she has to…she keeps the family tradition, remember the other day my aunt told me to do it myself..feeling her ass…evenly big, curved, her ass sticking out, her two hands hugging the kitchen pillar, Mr. Dam behind her arched her pubic mound, thrusting hard..the sound of her ass, the sound of her pubic mound colliding, slurping last night..now she’s mute and crying out in pain…I absentmindedly turned over and walked out to the yard, the night sky was quiet..dark, the third night..the first night of the new year was so strange..a feeling was bursting inside me. The 16 year old boy sighed
brushing teeth, washing face… soul comfort, feeling elated… looking back at the other side of the dark house… my grandmother, my mother must be lost in a dream
My grandmother told me to move to the house across from her to sleep because the mute lady only has a few months left. After the baby was born, I was absent-minded. At this hour.. in the room..
Entering the house, I saw the words she said.. She’s been in pain these past few nights, probably the baby kicking..
The door of her room was gently closed, the light shining into the room where I stood divided into two halves, inside and out..inside there was a paradise..the most beautiful thing in the village…yes…my aunt said…you find your own feelings..the girl’s chest yesterday floated lightly in your mind..I tiptoed gently…
Whose voice is that in there…oh, it’s the mute girl’s mumbling voice…
she cried silently..not knowing if it was because of pain or loneliness, the feeling of looking at her tears rolling down the corner of her eyes…on the bed she lay on..
I lifted the mosquito net, her figure was lying on her side, her belly pressed against the blanket… I gently sat on the edge of the bed
Miss…Miss Tam…Do you wear it a lot?
shhh
tears flow from the corner of the eyes…falling through the nose
I curled my legs up and sat up..I leaned back slightly..my arms reached up..touched the corner of her eyelashes..stretched my hips..my arms touched her shoulders..hugged her lightly.