He was born on a cool, rainy summer day. I don't know who was the one who got pregnant and gave birth to him. From childhood to adulthood, he never thought about it and never wanted to meet the person who "carried" him. When he was born, he met his father. The first to smile at him when he opened his eyes was born.
My name is Lam Bang Du.
Dad and I had given him this name, a name that didn't post too many ideas but was both thoughts on both sides. When he grew up, he asked why he had this name, and everyone answered because it was special. Du is the freedom to roam, the freedom to socialize, not holding the calculation with life, and Bang is the coolness in this summer. Bang Du is an iceberg, drifting to many strange lands, bringing people coolness no matter where it is.
That's the meaning of his name. But he liked it very much, Lam Bang Du, Bang Du.
But that's just the name people call him, normally his papa and daddy often call him is Nhim. A porcupine.
When he was a child, he raised a small hedgehog, very cute, when it ruffled its thorns, its eyes were both scared and fierce, making people feel very funny. He called that hedgehog is Baby Du, considered his brother. However, whether the hedgehog was male or female, he did not know.
Since childhood, there were many people around him, including Master Diep, who was always fierce with his father, but devoted to his father and loved him. Uncle Vuong Minh knows everything, from unconfirmed legends everywhere to the little things in life. There are uncles Hao An, Ky Nam, Thien Lang, Ma Dieu abroad, or closer to Tam Kinh, Quan Tu. There are many others.
Everyone is nice, loves him, makes fun of him when he's angry, and buys lots of presents to make him laugh.
Not only that, but he also has two younger brothers and many other brothers. In his daddy's tape, there are many children, when he is older, he calls him brother, sister, and when he is young, he calls him brother. Everyone lived together, practiced together, went to school together. Daddy and papa are always fair, giving birthday gifts are all things filled with their affection. Or Christmas gifts are also the absolute concern of these two people with these children.
Every year under the brightly decorated pine tree, every morning when people wake up and rush down to the large living room, there is always a pile of gifts lying there. On the gift boxes is a small picture drawn by the papa and wishes written by others together. There is no shortage of people, each person receives a gift of their own, some people hide it and bring it back and open it, and some people open it right away. But the good thing is that those gifts are all the things they want.
Sometimes it's a remote control, sometimes it's a really big bear, sometimes it's just a handkerchief embroidered with a black and white cat, sometimes it's simply the love of everyone, never mind.
Every year, everyone gathers under the tree, opens presents to wish each other good wishes, and then goes out to open a party for all the children to eat. The children ran around, some of them climbed on top of the lion and tiger named Khoai Mon and laughed like a horse and ran around. When he was young, he often went out with his siblings, went here and there, met a lot of people who also knew a lot of things.
When he reached school age, he wore a small bag by his side, inside there were several cartons of milk and some cakes. Papa smiled and held his hand to Kindergarten, that day many children were going to school, some were crying in the sky, and some were afraid to look around with big round eyes. Only 3 years old, there is only him in the family at this age, all of them have grown up to 1st grade and 2nd grade. He stood next to his papa, looking at the strange teacher. She was busy hugging the crying children over there. Frowning, it's noisy.
Before letting him into class, his papa smoothed his hair and smiled: "You can't bully your friends when you go to school. You have to make a lot of friends." After saying that his papa left, he stood looking at his papa still waving at him. The car slowly went away, leaving him alone in this strange place.
Sitting in a far corner, watching the children crying over there. He saw a woman holding a crying kid, and holding another kid in her arms. These two are so similar, look no different. The little girl seemed to hate the one being held in her arms, the little girl quickly crossed her arms, pulled the child who was clinging to the mother, and scolded angrily:
"Why are you crying, who hit you when you go to school?"
Tran Canh Yen was crying, but she was scolded by her sister and cried even harder, she clung to her mother and refused to let go. The mother of two children was also helpless, she used her strength to pull the child who was clinging like glue from her body, threw the pincher to the teacher, and then instructed everything to go straight to the car. The two children stood watching, the crying boy cried and cried until his sister pinched his ear, and then she would shut up.
Nhim sat and played with puzzles, he looked for a far corner away from the craggy games over there, calmly looking at how to play these things. Assembling for a moment, he narrowed his eyes at the chubby figure of someone shuffling closer.
"Wow, you're having fun, let me play with you." Sweet voice the sweetness of a certain child sings up. He looked up at it, a crying boy. I just cried and now I'm laughing. Nhim doesn't care, if you want to play, just play, quietly assemble, and don't look at the other kid anymore.
Canh Yen thinks this friend is so cute, her hair is as white as a cloud, she has never seen anyone like that before. The bowed face is very cute, he can't help but put his hand on his cheek, but this guy is also so fierce, why is he glaring at him. Canh Yen feels very fond of this beautiful friend.
"My name is Canh Yen, what's your name?"
"Hmm." He didn't want to answer but remembered his father's words that he had to make new friends, so he reluctantly continued: "Bang Du."
Canh Yen saw him answer, then she smiled widely, the two children sat together to play jigsaw puzzles. Canh Yen saw that he didn't hate her, so she followed her, wherever he went, she followed, leaving her sister's face behind. And thanks to that, it earned a soulmate in his life.
Life passed very quickly, he and Canh Yen studied together from the age of 3 to 7 years old. Today at school, Canh Yen held another boy's hand and pulled him back to get acquainted. His name is Dinh Tu, the son of a partner with three Canh Yen. Dinh Tu studied very well, was loved by many people in the school, so the pair of best friends has now become a "triple confidant".
Drawing class every Wednesday, each drawing class is very boring, he hates this class. It's not that he's not good at drawing, don't joke his father is a famous painter, he doesn't usually draw but he's good with his hands, he inherited all of them. Nhim draws very well, but they only like to draw machines or cold mechanics. He likes machines, normally he can sit all day to study or read a technical drawing, his dream is to be able to create amazing things that not everyone can think of.
"I heard someone was teaching instead today." One girl said, her eyes were a bit expectant. The other friends who heard that were also looking forward to the door, waiting to see who would teach their class today.
Canh Yen sat next to him, he was not interested in those painted things, on the table, there were a few pieces of the house, the things that it assembled were not finished yet. Holding his chin up with a book about some cool machine, he yawned, thinking if he should pretend to have a stomachache and ask to go to the infirmary to take a nap.
Footsteps came, the door opened, the art teacher entered, followed by his father. Nhim widened his eyes at his father smiling and laughing standing on the podium, he looked down at him, his smile even brighter. The little kids, they didn't expect the substitute to be such a handsome brother, Dinh Tu said in his ear: "Why did your papa come here?"
"How do I know, maybe working overtime to kill time." He had to answer that, but he did not know what his father was going to do.
But Lam Bang didn't do anything, he very leisurely taught some basic things to paint a picture. But in his eyes, he just glided back and forth to fascinate his teacher. Squinting, he hated that teacher, now he hates it even more.
"You have to draw like that." Since when did Lam Bang come to him, he smiled and held his hand to draw the curve to create around the apple. He looked at his papa, stared as if he wanted to say something, then stopped. He seemed to see him like that, so he laughed and said, "What's wrong? Well, papa and daddy will take you guys out to eat later." This word he said to both Canh Yen and Dinh Tu always, reaching out to pat his son's small head and passing another friend.
When it was time to leave, he and his two friends rushed out, but from somewhere an art teacher was standing in the way. He was very young, just graduated from school, looking at him, he was a bit shy and asked:
"Du, Dalee is your brother?"
When the three children heard that, they immediately looked at him, Canh Yen was very funny but held back, Dinh Tu looked at the teacher with pitying eyes that made him not understand anything. Bang Du was disgusted and didn't answer straight away, the teacher who was abandoned by three children was so angry that he stomped his feet, but did not want to miss the opportunity to get acquainted with the beauty, he quickly ran behind.
Outside the big gate, Lam Bang was already waiting, the three children saw him laughing and ran to cling. The four people sitting at the gate laughed and said something very happy, the teachers of this school looked at them at the same time, some people sighed and sighed, some people shook their heads in regret. The art teacher adjusted his clothes, came out, and when he saw him, he smiled seductively and said:
"You taught well today, the kids liked it."
Lam Bang replied with a smile: "Is that so? I also like children very much. Ah yes, you are the main art teacher of these three children, right? Honestly, these three kids don't like that subject very much, I don't mean to criticize, but if you can, don't pay attention to what they draw Canh Yen likes to draw houses, this Dinh Tu likes to draw cars, and my son likes to draw weird machines. If the children don't draw according to the teacher's request, just leave them alone.
His voice is very nice, gentle but not feminine, teachers listen to love. He subconsciously nodded, but soon saw something strange, and asked with wide eyes: "Bang Du is your son?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" After speaking, before the teacher could recover his soul, a car came and the handsome man got down. When Hoang Nguyen saw the three children, he immediately put away his cold face. He leaned down to hug Nhim, kissed Lam Bang's cheek lightly, and said:
"Wait a long time?"
"It's okay, just got out." Lam Bang smiled and reached out to pinch his nose, smiling and guiding the children into the car. Hello, the teacher is standing over there, let's go to lunch together. These children are very disruptive, but he still has enough strength to play with them until midnight, hold all three of them in his lap and sleep until morning.
It was fun, but at this age, he was experiencing grief for the first time.
One evening, my papa said: "Daddy and I went abroad for a few months, you should stay at home. When you give birth, I'll come back to you." Papa said that promised him to come back soon, but he broke his promise. Papa went away for a year, his younger brother was born, and he still hasn't returned. By the time his father went to visit him, I was able to crawl everywhere.
Holding his brother in his arms, he entered that cold room. Papa was sitting on the bed staring blankly outside, he seemed to hear the sound of the saw opening, turning his head to look at him. His eyes were full of surprise, he tilted his head to beat these two children, smiled for a long time, and asked: "What a beautiful child, what is your name?"
It sounded like thunder in his ears, and he stood dead looking at his papa. Stiff, unable to walk, tears unconsciously flowed down, stinging. His papa seemed to be very surprised, he rushed down, his long silver hair flowing down his back like a waterfall, seeing this kid crying, he didn't understand why he was in pain.
Holding the baby in his arms, hot tears flowed into his lap, remaining to the extreme. He didn't know the two children, but they were so familiar. Bang Du, seeing his father hugging him, seemed to have caught a blade of grass to save his life, desperately shouting: "Don't you remember me? I'm a Nhim, it's a Nhim." Saying, he expected his papa to laugh, talking and joking now.
But papa not joking, papa doesn't remember him.
Lam Bang held a half-year-old baby in her arms, this baby had eyes like him, white hair, and a face similar to a person. He suddenly stopped, his complicated but blurry eyes looking into the distance. Nhim has come to this point, can't cry anymore, can't get angry at him. He sat still and looked at him again unconsciously, he knew that his papa had amnesia saying that he was not sad but what was more important was that he wanted his father to quickly remember.
In the evening, he and I had to go back, to get out of the arms of my papa, I cried, squealed, and protested. Lam Bang was surprised, his heart hurt as someone cut him, he wanted to hug the child but the doctor did not let him, he still had to treat and rest, absolutely no time to take care of the baby. Nhim held his younger brother in his arms, he also cried, everyone who hugged him cried. Baby refused to eat, was hungry and tired, until her daddy came home to hug her, baby could hold back a little, drink some milk, and then cry again.
Sitting silently watching his younger brother cry until his eyes swelled, he crouched down and buried his head in his feet, where salty tears came from.
Warm arms wrapped him in his lap, his daddy gently comforted him. Nhim knows that his daddy is also sad and miserable, just like him. Since then, every night, my dad hugged me back and forth, coaxed me to eat, and put me to sleep, until my dad's haggard eyes were also dull.
But fortunately, after time, my papa also remembered, but papa got sick again. He didn't know why his papa was sick, no one knew until he met him.
A stranger, standing looking at papa from the outside, not into the hospital room. When he saw him, he showed a very hateful smile, he said he was his papa's cousin, Mai Khai Vuong. And he told me why papa was sick.
It sounded like death, he didn't believe it. I don't believe my daddy can do that to papa. Madly questioning his daddy, he only needs to be denied, he will believe him to be a liar, but his dad just silently says 'I'm sorry. That's right, it's all because his dad forced papa, and he, he is just a rope that binds his legs.
Unacceptable madness emerges from nowhere, his age of 13-14 is his rebellious age. Opposing his daddy, showing extreme contempt, there were times when he hurt both his daddy and himself. Until one day, he and his daddy got into a fight, had a big argument, he couldn't remember why he was angry, nor did he remember what he said about his daddy. But when he felt his cheeks sting, he looked up, his papa was standing in front of him, the slap was his.
Lam Bang's heart hurt as someone stabbed him in it, he grabbed his shoulder and shouted something. Tears welled up in his eyes again, something he swore he would never let on his papa's face. Standing like a dead man, he saw his papa crying for him like that. Because daddy is wrong, why are you crying? Because he was insolent, why did daddy's tears fall? He spoke loudly as if his ears were ringing, staring blankly, suddenly, as if he couldn't breathe, his daddy quickly hugged his papa away, leaving him standing there.
And then, papa diseases. Papa was angry with both him and his daddy and didn't want to see his face anymore. It took him a lot of effort to get his papa to glance at him, then makeup with daddy, promising himself not to bring it up again.
He knew, in his heart at that time, daddy is the only papa.
Maybe people say this is the most disgusting love, how he loves his papa, perhaps he never dares to ask.
He is afraid.
He is afraid. He dares to accept this love and then where it will go. He loved his papa, so he hated what his daddy did to him, and that's why he didn't dare to make him cry.
Embrace the love in your heart during the long years of your youth years. So now, when he is older, he is lucky to find his destiny
Later, when he was an adult, he understood what his destiny was. When he met Dien Ky, he was suddenly filled with feelings of appropriation, taking that person and making that person his own for himself. Reason and heart are always different, he told his heart to hold back, he did not want to go in the footsteps of his daddy, he patiently approached slowly and fell in love.
Love is like a blooming flower, but this flower has been pressed into the picture hanging on the wall to last forever. Love each other from youth to middle age, then old age. The wrinkled hand still holds the hand of the person next to him, sitting in front of the house looking up at the distant sky...