Chapter 26
A red thread
Half an hour ago
Huge and Sam stood guard at the door, preventing strangers from entering. The guard turned himself into a curious person. Father and son wanted to know about the mysterious girl.
Sam watched intently as she treated her mother affectionately, enjoying the way Hanna gently massaged the acupuncture points. With each backfist or shoulder squeeze, his mother smiled gently. From the past to the present, when with the Hoang Kim beside her, mother forgot all the sorrows.
Sam was happy to imitate his older brother, but unfortunately, whenever he helped his mother to relax her tendons, she would suffer from muscle tension and pain all day long. His mother created countless opportunities, but he was still disappointed with his clumsy hands. Maybe he was not born to be tenderness.
In the past, he was jealous of his older brother. Now he envied his future sister-in-law, Sam patted his head, blamed fate for being cruel to him.
Why is he a boy...
He wishes he was a girl...
Fuck fate made the created wrong gender...
The head cursed until it threw the dog chain, the brain complained about gender, and the ears pricked up to hear Huge's whisper:
- The Ngoc and daughter are on the far side!
The buzzing of mosquitoes was louder than Huge's voice and Sam seemed to be frozen, pupils glanced to the left and saw the girls wanted to visit, but they all shy, he was speechless, because they didn't come earlier, also didn't come late which came here in a dilemma.
Four women care about one man, each of them is more beautiful than Miss. Hoang Kim hasn't died from the accident yet, the older brother is about to suffocate from affection, therefore the younger brother didn't know whether to be happy or sad for the brother, frowning face, holding his stomach and running to the toilet.
Huge silently cursed the pretend to have a stomach ache, rough person was helpless in emotional matters and felt regretfully the Hero cigarette pack still had ten more cigarettes left, but it still had to be thrown into the trash can. The old man smacked his lips and went to find cigarette smoke to satisfy his addiction.
The son pushed the responsibility to his father. The father pushed the responsibility to the quiet space. There was no one around, and Ngoc and her daughter tiptoed to the door of the room.
Sam stuck his head out and found her mother and daughter lurking outside the door. He went around to the flower garden outside the room. Sam squatted down and walked as if crawling to the window.
He told himself that this was not spying, he was measuring the temperature of emotions, how far the distance hearts to hearts was, and where the red thread was hidden among the hundreds of threads and thousands of clues, he needed to know so that could help Silk old man and Moon old woman save their affection relationship.
First Sam "measures" oder sister and niece, mother and daughter towards into the far distance, someone currently are very close, distance is just a thought, kinship and benevolentgratitude urge to visit relatives, shameful affection barriers prevent immoral behavior. Pain drowns impious thoughts, feelings want to subvert morality, reason buries the steps. Honor dignity prevents and prohibits the girls humiliation the family.
The fear of losing someone they care about rises in the sound of body breaking, the horrifying sound of bone breaking echoes, the girls are startled to hear the heartbeat on the electrocardiogram.
The victim's breathing is difficult, and the weak heartbeat is a cruel reality for those who have just woken up from the confusion. From the desperate eyes to the aching heart all suffer from a dead white color obsess.
Silent shadows, affectionate person turned to stone.
The girls are like stone statues waiting for someone to return.
Stone statues don't cry for a thousand years. People shed tears when they are weak.
Silk old man is silently taking the pulse of emotions outside the window. Their hearts beat quietly waiting for the knock on the door. Someone is silent and does not know that self-torment is scratching and tearing the feelings of her mother and daughter.
People would rather suffer pain once than suffer misery for a lifetime, the girls would rather suffer anguished and live with that agony for a lifetime, the price to pay for being live true to own emotions is cut off from family affection by family members, outsiders will not forgive those who are more pitiful than blameworthy.
If a person makes a mistake, he is pitiable for his family and blameworthy for worldly people. If family members commits a sin, the worldly people will find more pitiful than blameworthy.
That price made the three sinners superfluous in this world. Mother and daughter were still immersed in the unforgettable "memories", so they were ashamed in front of the strange girl. The that people took care families, mother and daughter only cared about their "relatives". The girls were ashamed to see Hanna call back dream for they dearest one.
People of the same blood recall with sorrow the thirty years of separation before the family can be reunited. It seems that the moment of reunion is not as happy as when the mother and Hanna were together. Joy also followed her into the perfect dream. The smile at the corner of the mother's lips sowed sadness for the offspring. That smile carried the wish... the shadow follows the back shadow... back the happiest place in the family.
That wish will always be just a dream of "affectionate person".
Benevolentgratitude - pain - suffering for affection, all emotions push the secret thoughts to the highest line of the thermometer. The hot temperature shows that Silk old man has grasped the right direction of "emotional pulse".
Knowing the "pulse of loved ones", Sam quietly turned the "measuring instrument" to measure Hanna, she expressed all her feelings to the people she loved, those who need to understand can't feel it, maybe no one knows her thoughts except peeping, eavesdropping guy.
The young guy is no stranger to his mother's feelings for Hanna. Even though the two are from different generations in everything. The old belongs to the old generation. The young belongs to the new generation.
The young has not tasted the ups and downs of life so it is difficult for him to understand the old person, old person experiences joy - anger - love - hate and refuses to empathize with the young.
It's really strange, there are young people, and then there are old people. The clumsy stumblings of youth are memories of old age, but the old people has a mentality of looking down on the crowd born later:
"I eat more salt than you all eat rice!"
And forget that theyself used to eat more rice than salt.
Whenever someone is taught by an old person, the silent ones always don't give a shit with the old person, but doesn't show. Others appear calm on the face, but secretly mock the classic teachings. Some one sentence yah and two sentence yup, but no one knows whether they are sincere or not.
The young do not understand the old, which creates a gap between the two generations. The old cannot sympathize with the young, and the hole is dug even deeper. This is a hole that can never be filled.
Thanh Hang met Hanna twice, one old one young spoke their hearts out in a few words and took care of each other like family members. Sam smiled at... human feelings... filled this bottomless pit. The son was very satisfied with that heart.
He once again transformed into a Silk old man, wanting to tie a red thread again and open the love thermometer to measure his future sister-in-law.
The pure flower sowed a warmly affection in the mother's heart, now the gentle loving burned fiercely, burning the thermometer under the painful tears. Sam silently turned to the husband-waiting stones in his eyes.
The stone statue was motionless, but not indifferent. The fragile and easily breakable lowered its head to hide the thoughtful eyes that contained tears. She both hands tightly grasped the hem of its shirt, and her shoulders were still trembling with a sense of weakness.
Frost ice statue was no longer cold, tears blurred the corners of her eyes and condensed in her blankly eyes. She was melancholy and confusion to the point of absent-minded admiring the strange girl who was crying for someone. This all life, she cannot give that emotion to the person she cares about.
The statue is inert and insensitive. Deep in lost soul eyes is a flower blooms for love.
The flower that bloom for love are the most beautiful flower.
They are stone statues, not flower. Stone statues can only talk to themselves. Find this place silently and then leave quietly. The stone statues walk back to the darkness - the invisible friend always listens to the thoughts of confidant in the quiet night.
Sam thought deeply about red thread that squeezed the breath of Hoang Kim. Every rope, every thread was twisted into overlapping emotions in infatuation and morality. If the statue could not become a flower, the brother would lose all the air to breathe.
But fortunately, the flower bloomed for love still without emitting nose-smacking aroma. Hope the flower will always be pure and not emit a strong smell like all the vulgar flowers. He hated the countless coquettish smells that tempted his brother with the desire to become the most beautiful flower in the world.
The statue becomes a flower, the flower remains as pure as it was at the beginning, only then will the "Silk old man" be able to untie a red thread for this relationship that is more tangled than a mess of silk threads.
Sam saw his old father lurking outside the door, and he returned to the place where the father and son had just secretly peeped. The father and son went to the waiting room and slept until the early morning. The two returned to the room just when Hanna opened the door. She greeted the acquaintance calmly.
Sam could not recognize the flower that was sullen and crying silently last night. All traces of weakness disappeared as if they had never existed.
Father and son Sam were surprised by Hanna's treatment. The next time they met, the people of the The Sun country only bowed slightly, and Hanna still bowed her head solemnly as if she was familiar with his father and son. The girl smiled gently and said:
- I buy food for aunt!
Strange then continuation weird, Sam and his father thought that the warm smile and soft words belonged just only to Thanh Hang. Kindness and tenderness also turned to father and son. Yesterday she was shy and in moderation, today she was as close as a family.
Father and son were not familiar with the attitudes that were so different that they were far apart, the father frowned his forehead and the son narrowed his eyes, unable to understand girl. She slipped past them both and came to the canteen.
Sam followed quietly, he wanted to see if she treated outsiders differently than family, Hanna was always polite and moderate, she was neither friendly nor indifferent to anyone.
Sam hid in the corner and waited for Hanna to leave the canteen. He raised his eyebrows, furrowed face, and came back with a lot tossing and turning.
That pure flower was no longer a stranger.
But she was still a mysterious question mark to his family.