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The story told begins a few years ago, when I was 14 years old.
My family lives in a western district. My father is an English teacher, many years ago he went to the city to teach and co-operated to open a foreign language center, so he rarely came home. He was only at home a few times a year: New Year’s Day and death anniversary. My mother is a tailor at home, mainly sewing, fixing clothes for neighbors around to earn some money and do housework. And I am the only son in grade 9 this year named Nam.
Tell me more about my parents. The two of them have a huge age difference. My father is 51 years old and my mother is only 33. This is because their marriage was an arrangement of grandfather and grandfather. The two are friends who have been playing with each other since childhood. The two later gave birth to two sons. They promised that if anyone gave birth to a daughter, they would marry the other party, creating bad luck. To the third child, both sides are still boys, then the paternal side… surrendered and did not give birth anymore. It was not until many years later that the grandmother gave birth to her mother as the youngest daughter. Only then can the promise of the two parties be fulfilled.
The family has a tradition of good study. In the past, he worked as a mandarin under the Nguyen Dynasty. On the maternal side, there are many farmers. Like many girls in the countryside, her mother studied until 8th grade, then she quit, stayed at home to help and then waited to get married. Grandma let her mother learn more sewing so that later she can have a job to protect herself. When my mother was 18 years old, she married my father, now my father is 36 years old (father is the second son of my grandfather). A year later, my mother gave birth to me.
At first, my mother was a bride at my father’s house. But later, because the mother’s family crossed the border and then bailed to go abroad, gradually (grandparents and three uncles). So in Vietnam, only the mother, the youngest daughter, owns a very large family garden and a house in it. Parents move in.
My father has a high màn chơi of education, has a doctorate, and is passionate about research and work. As mentioned above, not long ago, when I was about 6-7 years old, my father moved to the city to work at the university, more than 500 km from home. Almost since then I grew up in a lack of fatherly love. My father recalculated the patriarchy, very strict with his wife and children. My mother, although uneducated, is a very gentle country girl. However, the difference in culture and age makes their marriage very bland. Especially at this time, my father is 51 years old, with a big belly, more or less bald head, but he is only 1m6 tall, making people look even more short. In addition, he was often away from his family. Meanwhile, mother is still a beautiful young woman full of vitality.
Please tell me more about your mother. My mother’s name is Kim Khô hanh. Although living in the countryside, but mainly in the sewing house and housewife, her mother still retains the smooth, “white like pomelo” skin of Western girls. A well-proportioned, beautiful oval face, big, attractive eyes, natural pink lips and a straight nose make her face more perfect. Mother almost does not need lipstick, because as long as she bites her lips, licks a little, those lips will be red and strangely beautiful. Her mother’s hair is jet black and shiny. Long, slender fingers. Mother is 1m68 tall (even taller than dad), has a very good figure.
After the paternal side settled abroad, the boys loved their youngest sister alone at home to look after the garden and grandparents’ graves, so each month they sent their mother a few hundred dollars, although not too much, but enough to not have to worry about spending but have more left over. Besides the large garden, Grandma still has many acres of fields, but because no one does rice, her mother leases them to people with annual contracts to cultivate and collect money. I can talk about my family’s economy very well, without worrying much. I can sit still but I like to sew clothes to relieve sadness and also help maintain a good relationship with the neighbors.
For a few months, my mother went to the communal house to practice aerobics and yoga with other women. Later, because of fear that no one would see the house (the garden was so large, but there were only two mothers and children) and also because of taking care of food for me to go to school, my mother bought music tapes, tutorials, and yoga mats to practice at home. Thanks to that, the mother’s body is still very beautiful. When Mom danced to the music, her chest swelled up like it was about to burst out of her T-shirt. And when the mother bends with difficult yoga movements, her full and curved buttocks in tight pants accentuate the beauty of a woman. I have heard many times when the rich men in the village murmured about her mother and then laughed and said she was so beautiful, but it would be a waste to be away from her husband and no one would enjoy it!
Even other women say that she is beautiful. Once, aunt Van near the house came over to get a shirt from her grandmother and asked her mother to sew it, the two talked. Aunt Van asked, “How old is Khô hanh this year?”
“Yes, I am also a hash, 33 years old sister.” Mother replied.
Aunt Van continued, “You are very young and beautiful, now that you say Khô hanh is 23 or 24 years old, people will believe it. An only girl looks worn out.”
Mom laughed and told me to keep teasing you, and then the two of them talked about eating and the actors on TV.
My family life was quiet and monotonous like that. Until I was in 9th grade…
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In fact, to be more precise, that event happened two months before the end of the 8th grade semester, about to enter the summer vacation…
As the only child in the family, I was “lucky” to inherit the dwarf gene from my father. Moreover, my mother loves and pampers me very much, and she cooks deliciously (a country girl is responsible). That’s why my mother succeeded in her career… fattening me up. I’m not as bad as a pig, but I’m also a bit fat and chubby. My mother considers me as a child, but when I grow up, she calls me “baby Nam” many times when the children in the neighborhood make fun of me because of it.
But often the generals who are not as beautiful as me are bullied. When I was young, I was alone, fortunately when I grew up a little bit, about 8 years old, meeting in 2nd grade, I had a friend that I could later consider as an extremely close brother, that was Mr. Vu. .
Mr. Vu is not from here. His house is in a remote rural area, very poor, many houses do not have electricity or clean water. Coincidentally, like his mother, Mr. Vu studied until grade 8 (13-14 years old), then had to quit school to follow his uncle to earn a living, then went to my commune to live and work as a housemaid to have money to send back to his mother. , who is still working as a hired hand in the countryside to earn every meal. Vu’s father is long dead. The two uncles and nephews came here to work for a construction contractor named B. This guy is very rich, and is a big gangster. His wife and brothers are pawning, lending interest, betting on football, writing titles. Even though I live in the countryside, there are evils and gangsters like other places.
They rented a rickety motel room from Aunt Van near my house to stay. During the day, he worked as a plumber and a builder for Mr. B. Mr. Vu’s uncle was very skilled, and soon became the main worker, both working and teaching Mr. Vu. After a few years, when Mr. Vu’s skills were quite good, unfortunately, his uncle fell from the scaffolding, had to go back to his hometown to lie down for his wife and children to adopt. Since then, Mr. Vu has lived in a motel room with another helper friend.
My elder brother Vu is 8 years old. When I first met him, he was 16 years old. Although he had to enter life and go to work early, at that time Mr. Vu was not yet full of children. That time I went to Aunt Van’s house to play with my son Tung, sat there reading Doraemon stories, Mr. Vu came home from work who still had lime mortar on his shoulder and read it over my shoulder. Then he asked to borrow me. I have a lot of stories because when driving me to school, my mother buys me a few books a week. I’m happy to lend it to you. He read passionately. Later, he borrowed me many other stories.
Because he’s much older than me, seeing my dễ thương baby face and knowing that I’m often bullied because I don’t have an older sibling, Mr. Vu considers me like a younger brother. I enjoyed playing with him because he “protected” me and taught me many things. He taught me to play soccer, volleyball, but I was so clumsy that I only learned to be a goalkeeper to stay in one place to help… tired. When he had không tính phí time, he also made kites for me to fly, taught me to raise crickets, made cars from cigarette boxes, he even took me to a small river near my house and taught me how to swim, because that’s why I know how to swim.
Since playing with Mr. Vu, the kids who bully me also see that he’s older, so they don’t bully me anymore. On the contrary, if there is a good story, I will run to find it and lend it to him (although after about 2 years, he will get bored of reading the story, and I am still addicted to manga and anime later on). My garden is large, with many fruit trees, guava, mango, plum, dozens of longan roots. Since the uncles and grandparents left, no one took care of them, but they still bear fruit naturally. I often pick for him to eat, he loves it and thanks me for the little money he makes, where can I buy fruit to eat?
Time passed. At this time, when I was 14 years old, he was 22 years old, Vu was completely an adult young man. Although he played less with me than before, because he went out more with his peers, but the two brothers were still very close.
I have not changed much in appearance, but Mr. Vu is the opposite. The older Vu is, the more handsome he is. His face is masculine, angular, bright eyes. He has a bright smile with two white, straight teeth. His hair is cut high, shaved close to the ears, it looks not young, but on the contrary, very bright and stylish. Having to work hard to earn a living from an early age as a builder, the sun and rain have trained him to have a beautiful, healthy tanned skin.
He must be 1m85 tall, broad shoulders, strong, two square chests bulging like a pencil drawing, his whole body is muscular, 6-pack abs are clearly like a fitness model even though he hasn’t had a day in the room. gym. However, he also enjoys playing sports. In the afternoons when he came home from work, he gathered with other boys to play soccer and volleyball.
Mr. Vu is good at anything, but in volleyball, he is famous in the commune. Tall body, he plays an attacking position that jumps higher than the net and “bangs” like a cannon, making everyone shake their heads and stick their tongues out. I also often consider him to play lightly and happily, drink water, drink nóng pot, etc. v In my heart, Mr. Vu is not only my brother but also my idol.
Like I said at the beginning, an incident happened when I was two months away from finishing my 8th grade year. That afternoon, I went to play soccer with my friends. Of course, I hold the position of a good goalkeeper. We took a golf bag, and there were some guys in the Cui village watching it. Firewood Village is a complex, noisy, famous area in my hometown. After a while, they (about 5 guys) stalked our bags, I discovered screaming.
They’re 5 guys, we’re 8 guys but… shy, while their generals are thugs, brash, there are 2 boys with yellow heads and dyed heads. So they asked for money, asked for a briefcase and rushed to beat me for the crime of… alarm. It’s so mysterious, I don’t know how to fight, risking my life to go butt them, I missed and fell by myself. So they rushed into my council, just a few punches in the nostrils, I ate betel nut, blood was dripping in front of my white shirt. I huddled my head in battle. The friends shouted loudly to stop them, trying to pull them out.
Uncle Tung and aunt Van’s niece quickly took a bicycle and went to call Vu to play nearby. Five minutes later, he and his friends came running. At this time, I was full of blows lying on the ground, my hair and clothes were covered with sand. Nose bleeds, face puffy. The uneducated people were still standing around me. Seeing that scene, Mr. Vu couldn’t hold back anymore, he rushed at them like a bullet.
Pop, pop, bang, punch, kick, and run away. He hugged me to see if I was okay, I couldn’t help but burst into tears “They hit me so hard huhuhu”.
Mr. Vu felt sorry for me, holding my small head behind my head and said, “Stop it, kid. Go back and ask your mother to see if you need to go to the hospital. Come back in the evening, I will visit you.”
He told his son Cung and his friends to drive me home. They immediately obeyed. Unfortunately for me, my dad just came home today to attend my grandmother’s death anniversary at Uncle Hai’s (older brother) house.
When I got home, my mother saw me like that, she burst into tears and asked about it, and my friends fought to tell me all about it. My mother took a towel and detergent for me, while my father just looked at me and growled, “I send you to school so you can fight like that?” I silently shed tears, I want to cry out loud, I was beaten back home and scolded, but I had friends so I stopped. I feel like my dad doesn’t love me at all.
Maybe it’s because I’m stupid, I’m always at the top of the middle of the class, not as brilliant as my dad? Or father and son are emotionally distant and cold? I do not know. At that time, Mother said to help, “come on, brother, his son was provoked, but he was gentle and never had a problem?” Then the friends also gradually returned, when Aunt Van ran over to the house to ask me and tell me a story. It turned out that the person who actually entered the hospital was not me but Mr. Vu.
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The story told begins a few years ago, when I was 14 years old.
My family lives in a western district. My father is an English teacher, many years ago he went to the city to teach and co-operated to open a foreign language center, so he rarely came home. He was only at home a few times a year: New Year's Day and death anniversary. My mother is a tailor at home, mainly sewing, fixing clothes for neighbors around to earn some money and do housework. And I am the only son in grade 9 this year named Nam.
Tell me more about my parents. The two of them have a huge age difference. My father is 51 years old and my mother is only 33. This is because their marriage was an arrangement of grandfather and grandfather. The two are friends who have been playing with each other since childhood. The two later gave birth to two sons. They promised that if anyone gave birth to a daughter, they would marry the other party, creating bad luck. To the third child, both sides are still boys, then the paternal side… surrendered and did not give birth anymore. It was not until many years later that the grandmother gave birth to her mother as the youngest daughter. Only then can the promise of the two parties be fulfilled.
The family has a tradition of good study. In the past, he worked as a mandarin under the Nguyen Dynasty. On the maternal side, there are many farmers. Like many girls in the countryside, her mother studied until 8th grade, then she quit, stayed at home to help and then waited to get married. Grandma let her mother learn more sewing so that later she can have a job to protect herself. When my mother was 18 years old, she married my father, now my father is 36 years old (father is the second son of my grandfather). A year later, my mother gave birth to me.
At first, my mother was a bride at my father's house. But later, because the mother's family crossed the border and then bailed to go abroad, gradually (grandparents and three uncles). So in Vietnam, only the mother, the youngest daughter, owns a very large family garden and a house in it. Parents move in.
My father has a high màn chơi of education, has a doctorate, and is passionate about research and work. As mentioned above, not long ago, when I was about 6-7 years old, my father moved to the city to work at the university, more than 500 km from home. Almost since then I grew up in a lack of fatherly love. My father recalculated the patriarchy, very strict with his wife and children. My mother, although uneducated, is a very gentle country girl. However, the difference in culture and age makes their marriage very bland. Especially at this time, my father is 51 years old, with a big belly, more or less bald head, but he is only 1m6 tall, making people look even more short. In addition, he was often away from his family. Meanwhile, mother is still a beautiful young woman full of vitality.
Please tell me more about your mother. My mother's name is Kim Khô hanh. Although living in the countryside, but mainly in the sewing house and housewife, her mother still retains the smooth, "white like pomelo" skin of Western girls. A well-proportioned, beautiful oval face, big, attractive eyes, natural pink lips and a straight nose make her face more perfect. Mother almost does not need lipstick, because as long as she bites her lips, licks a little, those lips will be red and strangely beautiful. Her mother's hair is jet black and shiny. Long, slender fingers. Mother is 1m68 tall (even taller than dad), has a very good figure.
After the paternal side settled abroad, the boys loved their youngest sister alone at home to look after the garden and grandparents' graves, so each month they sent their mother a few hundred dollars, although not too much, but enough to not have to worry about spending but have more left over. Besides the large garden, Grandma still has many acres of fields, but because no one does rice, her mother leases them to people with annual contracts to cultivate and collect money. I can talk about my family's economy very well, without worrying much. I can sit still but I like to sew clothes to relieve sadness and also help maintain a good relationship with the neighbors.
For a few months, my mother went to the communal house to practice aerobics and yoga with other women. Later, because of fear that no one would see the house (the garden was so large, but there were only two mothers and children) and also because of taking care of food for me to go to school, my mother bought music tapes, tutorials, and yoga mats to practice at home. Thanks to that, the mother's body is still very beautiful. When Mom danced to the music, her chest swelled up like it was about to burst out of her T-shirt. And when the mother bends with difficult yoga movements, her full and curved buttocks in tight pants accentuate the beauty of a woman. I have heard many times when the rich men in the village murmured about her mother and then laughed and said she was so beautiful, but it would be a waste to be away from her husband and no one would enjoy it!
Even other women say that she is beautiful. Once, aunt Van near the house came over to get a shirt from her grandmother and asked her mother to sew it, the two talked. Aunt Van asked, "How old is Khô hanh this year?"
"Yes, I am also a hash, 33 years old sister." Mother replied.
Aunt Van continued, "You are very young and beautiful, now that you say Khô hanh is 23 or 24 years old, people will believe it. An only girl looks worn out."
Mom laughed and told me to keep teasing you, and then the two of them talked about eating and the actors on TV.
My family life was quiet and monotonous like that. Until I was in 9th grade…
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In fact, to be more precise, that event happened two months before the end of the 8th grade semester, about to enter the summer vacation…
As the only child in the family, I was "lucky" to inherit the dwarf gene from my father. Moreover, my mother loves and pampers me very much, and she cooks deliciously (a country girl is responsible). That's why my mother succeeded in her career… fattening me up. I'm not as bad as a pig, but I'm also a bit fat and chubby. My mother considers me as a child, but when I grow up, she calls me "baby Nam" many times when the children in the neighborhood make fun of me because of it.
But often the generals who are not as beautiful as me are bullied. When I was young, I was alone, fortunately when I grew up a little bit, about 8 years old, meeting in 2nd grade, I had a friend that I could later consider as an extremely close brother, that was Mr. Vu. .
Mr. Vu is not from here. His house is in a remote rural area, very poor, many houses do not have electricity or clean water. Coincidentally, like his mother, Mr. Vu studied until grade 8 (13-14 years old), then had to quit school to follow his uncle to earn a living, then went to my commune to live and work as a housemaid to have money to send back to his mother. , who is still working as a hired hand in the countryside to earn every meal. Vu's father is long dead. The two uncles and nephews came here to work for a construction contractor named B. This guy is very rich, and is a big gangster. His wife and brothers are pawning, lending interest, betting on football, writing titles. Even though I live in the countryside, there are evils and gangsters like other places.
They rented a rickety motel room from Aunt Van near my house to stay. During the day, he worked as a plumber and a builder for Mr. B. Mr. Vu's uncle was very skilled, and soon became the main worker, both working and teaching Mr. Vu. After a few years, when Mr. Vu's skills were quite good, unfortunately, his uncle fell from the scaffolding, had to go back to his hometown to lie down for his wife and children to adopt. Since then, Mr. Vu has lived in a motel room with another helper friend.
My elder brother Vu is 8 years old. When I first met him, he was 16 years old. Although he had to enter life and go to work early, at that time Mr. Vu was not yet full of children. That time I went to Aunt Van's house to play with my son Tung, sat there reading Doraemon stories, Mr. Vu came home from work who still had lime mortar on his shoulder and read it over my shoulder. Then he asked to borrow me. I have a lot of stories because when driving me to school, my mother buys me a few books a week. I'm happy to lend it to you. He read passionately. Later, he borrowed me many other stories.
Because he's much older than me, seeing my dễ thương baby face and knowing that I'm often bullied because I don't have an older sibling, Mr. Vu considers me like a younger brother. I enjoyed playing with him because he "protected" me and taught me many things. He taught me to play soccer, volleyball, but I was so clumsy that I only learned to be a goalkeeper to stay in one place to help… tired. When he had không tính phí time, he also made kites for me to fly, taught me to raise crickets, made cars from cigarette boxes, he even took me to a small river near my house and taught me how to swim, because that's why I know how to swim.
Since playing with Mr. Vu, the kids who bully me also see that he's older, so they don't bully me anymore. On the contrary, if there is a good story, I will run to find it and lend it to him (although after about 2 years, he will get bored of reading the story, and I am still addicted to manga and anime later on). My garden is large, with many fruit trees, guava, mango, plum, dozens of longan roots. Since the uncles and grandparents left, no one took care of them, but they still bear fruit naturally. I often pick for him to eat, he loves it and thanks me for the little money he makes, where can I buy fruit to eat?
Time passed. At this time, when I was 14 years old, he was 22 years old, Vu was completely an adult young man. Although he played less with me than before, because he went out more with his peers, but the two brothers were still very close.
I have not changed much in appearance, but Mr. Vu is the opposite. The older Vu is, the more handsome he is. His face is masculine, angular, bright eyes. He has a bright smile with two white, straight teeth. His hair is cut high, shaved close to the ears, it looks not young, but on the contrary, very bright and stylish. Having to work hard to earn a living from an early age as a builder, the sun and rain have trained him to have a beautiful, healthy tanned skin.
He must be 1m85 tall, broad shoulders, strong, two square chests bulging like a pencil drawing, his whole body is muscular, 6-pack abs are clearly like a fitness model even though he hasn't had a day in the room. gym. However, he also enjoys playing sports. In the afternoons when he came home from work, he gathered with other boys to play soccer and volleyball.
Mr. Vu is good at anything, but in volleyball, he is famous in the commune. Tall body, he plays an attacking position that jumps higher than the net and "bangs" like a cannon, making everyone shake their heads and stick their tongues out. I also often consider him to play lightly and happily, drink water, drink nóng pot, etc. v In my heart, Mr. Vu is not only my brother but also my idol.
Like I said at the beginning, an incident happened when I was two months away from finishing my 8th grade year. That afternoon, I went to play soccer with my friends. Of course, I hold the position of a good goalkeeper. We took a golf bag, and there were some guys in the Cui village watching it. Firewood Village is a complex, noisy, famous area in my hometown. After a while, they (about 5 guys) stalked our bags, I discovered screaming.
They're 5 guys, we're 8 guys but... shy, while their generals are thugs, brash, there are 2 boys with yellow heads and dyed heads. So they asked for money, asked for a briefcase and rushed to beat me for the crime of… alarm. It's so mysterious, I don't know how to fight, risking my life to go butt them, I missed and fell by myself. So they rushed into my council, just a few punches in the nostrils, I ate betel nut, blood was dripping in front of my white shirt. I huddled my head in battle. The friends shouted loudly to stop them, trying to pull them out.
Uncle Tung and aunt Van's niece quickly took a bicycle and went to call Vu to play nearby. Five minutes later, he and his friends came running. At this time, I was full of blows lying on the ground, my hair and clothes were covered with sand. Nose bleeds, face puffy. The uneducated people were still standing around me. Seeing that scene, Mr. Vu couldn't hold back anymore, he rushed at them like a bullet.
Pop, pop, bang, punch, kick, and run away. He hugged me to see if I was okay, I couldn't help but burst into tears "They hit me so hard huhuhu".
Mr. Vu felt sorry for me, holding my small head behind my head and said, "Stop it, kid. Go back and ask your mother to see if you need to go to the hospital. Come back in the evening, I will visit you."
He told his son Cung and his friends to drive me home. They immediately obeyed. Unfortunately for me, my dad just came home today to attend my grandmother's death anniversary at Uncle Hai's (older brother) house.
When I got home, my mother saw me like that, she burst into tears and asked about it, and my friends fought to tell me all about it. My mother took a towel and detergent for me, while my father just looked at me and growled, "I send you to school so you can fight like that?" I silently shed tears, I want to cry out loud, I was beaten back home and scolded, but I had friends so I stopped. I feel like my dad doesn't love me at all.
Maybe it's because I'm stupid, I'm always at the top of the middle of the class, not as brilliant as my dad? Or father and son are emotionally distant and cold? I do not know. At that time, Mother said to help, "come on, brother, his son was provoked, but he was gentle and never had a problem?" Then the friends also gradually returned, when Aunt Van ran over to the house to ask me and tell me a story. It turned out that the person who actually entered the hospital was not me but Mr. Vu.
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The story told begins a few years ago, when I was 14 years old.
My family lives in a western district. My father is an English teacher, many years ago he went to the city to teach and co-operated to open a foreign language center, so he rarely came home. He was only at home a few times a year: New Year’s Day and death anniversary. My mother is a tailor at home, mainly sewing, fixing clothes for neighbors around to earn some money and do housework. And I am the only son in grade 9 this year named Nam.
Tell me more about my parents. The two of them have a huge age difference. My father is 51 years old and my mother is only 33. This is because their marriage was an arrangement of grandfather and grandfather. The two are friends who have been playing with each other since childhood. The two later gave birth to two sons. They promised that if anyone gave birth to a daughter, they would marry the other party, creating bad luck. To the third child, both sides are still boys, then the paternal side… surrendered and did not give birth anymore. It was not until many years later that the grandmother gave birth to her mother as the youngest daughter. Only then can the promise of the two parties be fulfilled.
The family has a tradition of good study. In the past, he worked as a mandarin under the Nguyen Dynasty. On the maternal side, there are many farmers. Like many girls in the countryside, her mother studied until 8th grade, then she quit, stayed at home to help and then waited to get married. Grandma let her mother learn more sewing so that later she can have a job to protect herself. When my mother was 18 years old, she married my father, now my father is 36 years old (father is the second son of my grandfather). A year later, my mother gave birth to me.
At first, my mother was a bride at my father’s house. But later, because the mother’s family crossed the border and then bailed to go abroad, gradually (grandparents and three uncles). So in Vietnam, only the mother, the youngest daughter, owns a very large family garden and a house in it. Parents move in.
My father has a high level of education, has a doctorate, and is passionate about research and work. As mentioned above, not long ago, when I was about 6-7 years old, my father moved to the city to work at the university, more than 500 km from home. Almost since then I grew up in a lack of fatherly love. My father recalculated the patriarchy, very strict with his wife and children. My mother, although uneducated, is a very gentle country girl. However, the difference in culture and age makes their marriage very bland. Especially at this time, my father is 51 years old, with a big belly, more or less bald head, but he is only 1m6 tall, making people look even more short. In addition, he was often away from his family. Meanwhile, mother is still a beautiful young woman full of vitality.
Please tell me more about your mother. My mother’s name is Kim Hanh. Although living in the countryside, but mainly in the sewing house and housewife, her mother still retains the smooth, “white like pomelo” skin of Western girls. A well-proportioned, beautiful oval face, big, attractive eyes, natural pink lips and a straight nose make her face more perfect. Mother almost does not need lipstick, because as long as she bites her lips, licks a little, those lips will be red and strangely beautiful. Her mother’s hair is jet black and shiny. Long, slender fingers. Mother is 1m68 tall (even taller than dad), has a very good figure.
After the paternal side settled abroad, the boys loved their youngest sister alone at home to look after the garden and grandparents’ graves, so each month they sent their mother a few hundred dollars, although not too much, but enough to not have to worry about spending but have more left over. Besides the large garden, Grandma still has many acres of fields, but because no one does rice, her mother leases them to people with annual contracts to cultivate and collect money. I can talk about my family’s economy very well, without worrying much. I can sit still but I like to sew clothes to relieve sadness and also help maintain a good relationship with the neighbors.
For a few months, my mother went to the communal house to practice aerobics and yoga with other women. Later, because of fear that no one would see the house (the garden was so large, but there were only two mothers and children) and also because of taking care of food for me to go to school, my mother bought music tapes, tutorials, and yoga mats to practice at home. Thanks to that, the mother’s body is still very beautiful. When Mom danced to the music, her chest swelled up like it was about to burst out of her T-shirt. And when the mother bends with difficult yoga movements, her full and curved buttocks in tight pants accentuate the beauty of a woman. I have heard many times when the rich men in the village murmured about her mother and then laughed and said she was so beautiful, but it would be a waste to be away from her husband and no one would enjoy it!
Even other women say that she is beautiful. Once, aunt Van near the house came over to get a shirt from her grandmother and asked her mother to sew it, the two talked. Aunt Van asked, “How old is Hanh this year?”
“Yes, I am also a hash, 33 years old sister.” Mother replied.
Aunt Van continued, “You are very young and beautiful, now that you say Hanh is 23 or 24 years old, people will believe it. An only girl looks worn out.”
Mom laughed and told me to keep teasing you, and then the two of them talked about eating and the actors on TV.
My family life was quiet and monotonous like that. Until I was in 9th grade…
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In fact, to be more precise, that event happened two months before the end of the 8th grade semester, about to enter the summer vacation…
As the only child in the family, I was “lucky” to inherit the dwarf gene from my father. Moreover, my mother loves and pampers me very much, and she cooks deliciously (a country girl is responsible). That’s why my mother succeeded in her career… fattening me up. I’m not as bad as a pig, but I’m also a bit fat and chubby. My mother considers me as a child, but when I grow up, she calls me “baby Nam” many times when the children in the neighborhood make fun of me because of it.
But often the generals who are not as beautiful as me are bullied. When I was young, I was alone, fortunately when I grew up a little bit, about 8 years old, meeting in 2nd grade, I had a friend that I could later consider as an extremely close brother, that was Mr. Vu. .
Mr. Vu is not from here. His house is in a remote rural area, very poor, many houses do not have electricity or clean water. Coincidentally, like his mother, Mr. Vu studied until grade 8 (13-14 years old), then had to quit school to follow his uncle to earn a living, then went to my commune to live and work as a housemaid to have money to send back to his mother. , who is still working as a hired hand in the countryside to earn every meal. Vu’s father is long dead. The two uncles and nephews came here to work for a construction contractor named B. This guy is very rich, and is a big gangster. His wife and brothers are pawning, lending interest, betting on football, writing titles. Even though I live in the countryside, there are evils and gangsters like other places.
They rented a rickety motel room from Aunt Van near my house to stay. During the day, he worked as a plumber and a builder for Mr. B. Mr. Vu’s uncle was very skilled, and soon became the main worker, both working and teaching Mr. Vu. After a few years, when Mr. Vu’s skills were quite good, unfortunately, his uncle fell from the scaffolding, had to go back to his hometown to lie down for his wife and children to adopt. Since then, Mr. Vu has lived in a motel room with another helper friend.
My elder brother Vu is 8 years old. When I first met him, he was 16 years old. Although he had to enter life and go to work early, at that time Mr. Vu was not yet full of children. That time I went to Aunt Van’s house to play with my son Tung, sat there reading Doraemon stories, Mr. Vu came home from work who still had lime mortar on his shoulder and read it over my shoulder. Then he asked to borrow me. I have a lot of stories because when driving me to school, my mother buys me a few books a week. I’m happy to lend it to you. He read passionately. Later, he borrowed me many other stories.
Because he’s much older than me, seeing my cute baby face and knowing that I’m often bullied because I don’t have an older sibling, Mr. Vu considers me like a younger brother. I enjoyed playing with him because he “protected” me and taught me many things. He taught me to play soccer, volleyball, but I was so clumsy that I only learned to be a goalkeeper to stay in one place to help… tired. When he had free time, he also made kites for me to fly, taught me to raise crickets, made cars from cigarette boxes, he even took me to a small river near my house and taught me how to swim, because that’s why I know how to swim.
Since playing with Mr. Vu, the kids who bully me also see that he’s older, so they don’t bully me anymore. On the contrary, if there is a good story, I will run to find it and lend it to him (although after about 2 years, he will get bored of reading the story, and I am still addicted to manga and anime later on). My garden is large, with many fruit trees, guava, mango, plum, dozens of longan roots. Since the uncles and grandparents left, no one took care of them, but they still bear fruit naturally. I often pick for him to eat, he loves it and thanks me for the little money he makes, where can I buy fruit to eat?
Time passed. At this time, when I was 14 years old, he was 22 years old, Vu was completely an adult young man. Although he played less with me than before, because he went out more with his peers, but the two brothers were still very close.
I have not changed much in appearance, but Mr. Vu is the opposite. The older Vu is, the more handsome he is. His face is masculine, angular, bright eyes. He has a bright smile with two white, straight teeth. His hair is cut high, shaved close to the ears, it looks not young, but on the contrary, very bright and stylish. Having to work hard to earn a living from an early age as a builder, the sun and rain have trained him to have a beautiful, healthy tanned skin.
He must be 1m85 tall, broad shoulders, strong, two square chests bulging like a pencil drawing, his whole body is muscular, 6-pack abs are clearly like a fitness model even though he hasn’t had a day in the room. gym. However, he also enjoys playing sports. In the afternoons when he came home from work, he gathered with other boys to play soccer and volleyball.
Mr. Vu is good at anything, but in volleyball, he is famous in the commune. Tall body, he plays an attacking position that jumps higher than the net and “bangs” like a cannon, making everyone shake their heads and stick their tongues out. I also often consider him to play lightly and happily, drink water, drink hot pot, etc. v In my heart, Mr. Vu is not only my brother but also my idol.
Like I said at the beginning, an incident happened when I was two months away from finishing my 8th grade year. That afternoon, I went to play soccer with my friends. Of course, I hold the position of a good goalkeeper. We took a golf bag, and there were some guys in the Cui village watching it. Firewood Village is a complex, noisy, famous area in my hometown. After a while, they (about 5 guys) stalked our bags, I discovered screaming.
They’re 5 guys, we’re 8 guys but… shy, while their generals are thugs, brash, there are 2 boys with yellow heads and dyed heads. So they asked for money, asked for a briefcase and rushed to beat me for the crime of… alarm. It’s so mysterious, I don’t know how to fight, risking my life to go butt them, I missed and fell by myself. So they rushed into my council, just a few punches in the nostrils, I ate betel nut, blood was dripping in front of my white shirt. I huddled my head in battle. The friends shouted loudly to stop them, trying to pull them out.
Uncle Tung and aunt Van’s niece quickly took a bicycle and went to call Vu to play nearby. Five minutes later, he and his friends came running. At this time, I was full of blows lying on the ground, my hair and clothes were covered with sand. Nose bleeds, face puffy. The uneducated people were still standing around me. Seeing that scene, Mr. Vu couldn’t hold back anymore, he rushed at them like a bullet.
Pop, pop, bang, punch, kick, and run away. He hugged me to see if I was okay, I couldn’t help but burst into tears “They hit me so hard huhuhu”.
Mr. Vu felt sorry for me, holding my small head behind my head and said, “Stop it, kid. Go back and ask your mother to see if you need to go to the hospital. Come back in the evening, I will visit you.”
He told his son Cung and his friends to drive me home. They immediately obeyed. Unfortunately for me, my dad just came home today to attend my grandmother’s death anniversary at Uncle Hai’s (older brother) house.
When I got home, my mother saw me like that, she burst into tears and asked about it, and my friends fought to tell me all about it. My mother took a towel and detergent for me, while my father just looked at me and growled, “I send you to school so you can fight like that?” I silently shed tears, I want to cry out loud, I was beaten back home and scolded, but I had friends so I stopped. I feel like my dad doesn’t love me at all.
Maybe it’s because I’m stupid, I’m always at the top of the middle of the class, not as brilliant as my dad? Or father and son are emotionally distant and cold? I do not know. At that time, Mother said to help, “come on, brother, his son was provoked, but he was gentle and never had a problem?” Then the friends also gradually returned, when Aunt Van ran over to the house to ask me and tell me a story. It turned out that the person who actually entered the hospital was not me but Mr. Vu.
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Câu chuyện được kể lại mở đầu cách đây mấy năm, lúc đó tôi 14 tuổi.
Gia đình tôi sống ở một huyện miền Tây. Ba tôi là giảng viên tiếng Anh, nhiều năm nay ông lên thành thị dạy và hùn vốn mở trung tâm ngoại ngữ nên rất ít lúc về nhà. Một năm ông chỉ có mặt ở nhà vài ba lần: Ngày tết và đám giỗ. Mẹ tôi là thợ may tại gia, chủ yếu may đồ, sửa quần áo cho bà con chòm xóm xung quanh kiếm chút tiền tiêu và làm thuê việc nội trợ. Còn tôi là đàn ông duy nhất năm nay học lớp 9, tên Nam.
Nói thêm về ba mẹ tôi. Hai người họ có sự chênh lệch tuổi tác rất lớn. Ba tôi đã 51 tuổi còn mẹ tôi chỉ mới 33. Sở dĩ tương tự là vì cuộc hôn nhân của họ là một sự xếp đặt của ông nội và ông ngoại. Hai người là bạn nối khố chơi với nhau từ tấm nhỏ. Sau này cả hai lại sinh hai người đàn ông. Họ giao hứa nếu người nào sinh con gái thì sẽ gả cho bên kia, kết thành xui gia. Tới đứa con thứ ba, hai bên vẫn là đàn ông thì bên nội… đầu hàng ko sinh nữa. Mãi nhiều năm sau thì bà ngoại mới sinh ra mẹ là con gái út. Lúc đó thì lời giao hứa của hai bên mới có khả năng được thực hiện.
Bên nhà nội có truyền thống học giỏi. Đời trước từng làm quan dưới triều Nguyễn. Còn bên nhà ngoại thì rặt nông dân. Như nhiều người con gái dưới quê, mẹ học tới lớp 8 thì nghỉ, ở nhà phụ việc rồi chờ lấy chồng. Bà ngoại cho mẹ học thêm nghề may để sau này còn có cái nghề phòng thân. Năm mẹ 18 tuổi thì cưới ba, lúc này ba đã 36 tuổi rồi (ba là đàn ông thứ 2 của ông nội). Một năm sau thì mẹ sinh ra tôi.
Thuở đầu mẹ làm dâu ở nhà ba. Nhưng về sau vì nhà ngoại vượt biên rồi bảo lãnh đi ra nước ngoài hết dần dần (ông bà ngoại và ba người cậu). Nên ở Việt Nam chỉ còn mẹ là gái út được sở hữu mảnh vườn rất rộng của gia đình và một căn nhà trong đó. Ba mẹ chuyển về sống.
Ba tôi trình độ học vấn cao, có bằng tiến sĩ, lại ham mê nghiên cứu, làm việc. Như đã nói ở trên, ra riêng chưa được bao lâu, lúc tôi khoảng 6 – 7 tuổi thì ba đã chuyển hẳn lên thành thị làm việc ở trường đại học, cách nhà hơn 500 cây số. Hầu như từ đó tôi lớn lên trong sự thiếu tình thương của người cha. Ba tôi tính lại gia trưởng, đối với vợ con rất nghiêm khắc. Mẹ tôi dù ít học nhưng là gái quê rất ngoan hiền. Dù vậy, sự chênh lệch về phông văn hóa và tuổi tác khiến hôn nhân của họ rất nhạt nhẽo. Nhất là vào thời khắc hiện nay ba đã 51 tuổi, bụng phệ, đầu hói ít nhiều, nhưng mà ông cũng chỉ cao có 1m6 khiến người nhìn càng cụt ngủn. Đã thế ông còn thường xuyên xa gia đình. Trong lúc đó mẹ vẫn là một phụ nữ trẻ đẹp tràn đầy sức sống.
Xin được nói thêm về mẹ. Mẹ tôi tên là Kim Hạnh. Dù ở dưới quê nhưng chủ yếu ở trong nhà may đồ và nội trợ nên mẹ vẫn giữ được làn da mịn màng, “trắng như bông bưởi” của gái miền Tây. Khuôn mặt trái xoan hợp lý, xinh đẹp, đôi mắt to, thu hút, làn môi đỏ hồng tự nhiên cùng cái mũi thẳng tắp càng làm khuôn mặt mẹ thêm xuất sắc. Hầu như mẹ ko cần tới son môi, vì chỉ cần mẹ bặm môi, liếm nhẹ một tẹo là đôi môi đấy lại bóng đỏ, đẹp lạ thường. Mái tóc mẹ đen nhánh, óng mượt. Những ngón tay thon dài, thanh thoát. Mẹ cao 1m68 (còn cao hơn ba nữa), dáng người rất chuẩn.
Sau lúc bên ngoại định cư ở nước ngoài, các cậu thương em gái út một mình ở quê nhà trông coi vườn tược, mồ mả ông bà nên mỗi tháng đều gửi cho mẹ vài ba trăm đô, tuy ko quá nhiều nhưng đủ để ko phải lo nghĩ việc chi phí nhưng mà còn dư nữa. Kế bên khu vườn rộng, ngoại còn nhiều mẫu ruộng nhưng mà bởi vì ko có người nào làm lúa nên mẹ cho người ta thuê hợp đồng theo năm để canh tác rồi thu tiền. Có thể nói về kinh tế gia đình tôi rất tốt, ko phải lo nghĩ nhiều. Mẹ có thể ngồi ko cũng được nhưng mẹ thích may đồ cho đỡ buồn và còn giúp giữ mối quan hệ tốt với bà con xóm giếng nữa.
Có khoảng vài tháng mẹ ra nhà văn hóa xã tập aerobic và yoga cùng các phụ nữ khác. Về sau, vì sợ nhà cửa ko người nào coi (vườn rộng vậy nhưng mà chỉ có hai mẹ con) và cũng vì lo cơm nước cho tôi đi học nhưng mà nhưng mà mẹ sắm băng đĩa nhạc, hướng dẫn, thảm yoga về tập tại nhà. Nhờ đó vóc dáng mẹ vẫn rất đẹp. Lúc mẹ nhảy theo điệu nhạc, khuôn ngực căng tràn tựa như sắp bật tung ra khỏi cái áo thun. Còn lúc mẹ cong người với những động tác yoga khó, bờ mông đầy đặn, cong vút trong cái quần bó chặt tôn lên hết vẻ đẹp của người phụ nữ. Tôi từng ko ít lần nghe mấy ông sồn sồn trong làng rì rầm về mẹ rồi cười hô hố, bảo em đấy đẹp như thế nhưng mà xa chồng ko người nào hưởng thì phí quá!
Ngay cả các phụ nữ khác họ cũng khen mẹ đẹp. Có lần dì Vân gần nhà qua lấy cái áo bà ba nhờ mẹ may, hai người nói chuyện. Dì Vân hỏi “Hạnh năm nay bao nhiêu tuổi rồi em?”
“Dạ em cũng hàng băm, 33 tuổi rồi chị”. Mẹ đáp.
Dì Vân tiếp lời, “Em còn trẻ đẹp lắm, giờ nói Hạnh 23, 24 tuổi chắc người ta cũng tin. Gái một con trông mòn con mắt nhưng mà”.
Mẹ cười bảo chị cứ trêu ghẹo em, rồi hai người họ lại nói chuyện về ăn uống và mấy diễn viên trên tivi.
Cuộc sống gia đình tôi cứ yên ả và đơn điệu trôi qua như thế. Cho tới lúc tôi học lớp 9…
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Thật ra, xác thực hơn, biến cố đấy xảy tới vào lúc còn 2 tháng nữa trước lúc tôi kết thúc học kỳ năm lớp 8, sẵn sàng bước vào kỳ nghỉ hè…
Là con một trong nhà, tôi “may mắn” được thừa hưởng cái gen lùn từ ba. Đã vậy, mẹ lại rất mến thương cưng chiều tôi, và mẹ lại nấu bếp ngon bá cháy (con gái quê đảm đang nhưng mà). Bởi vậy mẹ đã thành công trong sự nghiệp… vỗ mập tôi. Tuy ko tới nỗi như lợn nhưng tôi cũng hơi mập một tí, mặt phúng phính. Mẹ lại coi tôi như đứa trẻ em, lớn rồi nhưng mà còn kêu tôi “nhỏ Nam” nhiều lúc tụi trẻ em trong xóm cứ trêu ghẹo tôi vì chuyện đó.
Nhưng mà thường những đứa tướng tá ko đẹp như tôi hay bị bắt nạt. Lúc nhỏ xíu tôi chỉ thui thủi có một mình, may sao lúc tôi lớn lên chút nữa khoảng 8 tuổi, họp lớp 2 thì tôi có một người bạn nhưng mà sau này có thể coi như người anh hết sức thân thiết, đó là anh Vũ.
Anh Vũ ko phải người ở đây. Nhà anh ở một vùng quê còn sâu xa hơn nữa, rất nghèo khổ, nhiều nhà còn ko có điện, nước sạch. Thật tình cờ, giống như mẹ, anh Vũ học tới lớp 8 (13 – 14 tuổi) thì phải nghỉ học theo người chú đi kiếm sống, sau đó tới xã tôi sống, làm nghề phụ hồ để có tiền gửi về cho mẹ anh, người vẫn đang cắm mặt làm thuê làm mướn ở quê kiếm từng bữa ăn. Ba anh Vũ thì đã chết từ lâu. Hai chú cháu tới đây đầu quân cho ông thầu xây dựng tên B. Tay này rất giàu, lại là giang hồ cộm cán. Vợ với đám em ổng thì cầm đồ, cho vay lãi, cá độ bóng đá, ghi đề. Dù tôi sống ở vùng quê thì cũng có tệ nạn và giang hồ như những nơi khác thôi.
Họ thuê một phòng trọ ọp ẹp của dì Vân gần nhà tôi để ở. Ban ngày thì đi làm phụ hồ, thợ xây cho ông B. Chú anh Vũ tay nghề rất khéo, ko lâu sau được làm thợ chính, vừa làm vừa dạy nghề cho anh Vũ. Được mấy năm, lúc anh Vũ tay nghề cũng khá rồi thì xui thay, ông chú té từ giàn giáo xuống, phải về quê nằm cho vợ con nuôi. Từ đó anh Vũ sống trong căn phòng trọ với người bạn phụ hồ khác.
Anh Vũ lớn tôi 8 tuổi. Lúc tôi lần đầu biết anh, thì anh đã 16 tuổi. Tuy là phải vào đời, đi làm sớm, nhưng lúc đấy anh Vũ cũng chưa phải hết trẻ em. Lần đấy tôi qua nhà dì Vân chơi với thằng cu Tửng, ngồi ở đó đọc truyện Doraemon, anh Vũ đi làm về người còn dính vôi vữa dòm qua vai tôi đọc ké. Rồi anh hỏi mượn tôi. Tôi có rất nhiều truyện vì lúc chở tôi đi học mẹ sắm cho tôi mỗi tuần mấy quyển lận. Tôi vui vẻ cho anh mượn. Anh đọc say mê. Về sau anh còn mượn tôi nhiều truyện khác nữa.
Vì lớn hơn tôi nhiều, thấy khuôn mặt tôi bầu bầu dễ thương và biết tôi hay bị bắt nạt do ko có anh chị lớn, nên anh Vũ coi tôi như em trai vậy. Tôi rất thích chơi với anh vì anh “bảo kê” tôi và chỉ tôi nhiều thứ. Anh dạy tôi đá banh, bóng chuyền này nọ nhưng tôi cục mịch quá chỉ học được món làm thủ môn để ở yên một chỗ cho đỡ… mệt. Lúc nào rảnh, anh còn làm diều cho tôi thả, dạy tôi nuôi dế, làm xe từ hộp thuốc lá, anh còn lén dẫn tôi ra con sông nhỏ gần nhà rồi tập bơi cho tôi, tôi biết bơi là nhờ vậy.
Từ lúc chơi với anh Vũ, mấy đứa hay bắt nạt tôi cũng thấy anh lớn nên ko còn bắt nạt tôi nữa. Trái lại, có truyện gì hay, mới tôi đều chạy kiếm đưa cho anh mượn (dù được chừng 2 năm thì anh chán ko đọc truyện nữa, còn tôi sau này vẫn ghiền manga, anime). Vườn nhà tôi rộng, cây trái nhiều, ổi, xoài, mận, mấy chục gốc nhãn. Từ lúc các cậu và ông bà ngoại đi ko người nào chăm sóc nhưng chúng vẫn ra trái tự nhiên. Tôi thường hái cho anh ăn, anh rất thích và cảm ơn tôi vì tiền nong anh làm ra ít, có đâu nhưng mà sắm trái cây ăn?
Thời kì thấm thoắt trôi qua. Lúc này lúc tôi 14 tuổi thì anh đã 22 tuổi rồi, Vũ đã hoàn toàn là một thanh niên trưởng thành. Dù ít chơi với tôi hơn trước, do anh đi chơi nhiều hơn với đám bạn cùng trang lứa nhưng hai anh em vẫn rất thân thiết.
Tôi ko có thay đổi nhiều về hình dáng nhưng anh Vũ thì trái lại. Vũ càng lớn càng đẹp trai. Gương mặt anh nam tính, khía cạnh, đôi mắt sáng. Anh có một nụ cười tươi rói với hai hàm răng trắng, đều tăm tắp. Tóc anh hớt cao, cạo sát vào hai bên tai nhìn nó ko trẻ trâu nhưng mà trái lại, rất sáng sủa và có style. Phải bươn chải kiếm sống từ sớm với nghề thợ xây, dầm mưa dãi nắng đã luyện cho anh có một làn da rám nắng, đẹp một cách khỏe mạnh.
Anh cao chắc phải 1m85, đôi vai rộng rắn rỏi, hai tảng ngực vuông vức căng phồng như vẽ bằng bút, cả người anh cuồn cuộn cơ bắp, bụng 6 múi hiện rõ như một người mẫu fitness dù anh ko có một ngày trong phòng gym. Tuy vậy, anh cũng rất thích chơi thể thao. Các buổi chiều đi làm về anh đều tụ họp với đám trai tráng khác đá banh, đánh bóng chuyền.
Anh Vũ chơi cái gì cũng giỏi nhưng môn bóng chuyền “phủi” thì anh có tiếng ở xã. Thể hình cao lớn, anh chơi vị trí tấn công toàn nhảy cao hơn lưới và đập “rần rần” như đại bác công phá, khiến người nào nấy đều lắc đầu lè lưỡi. Tôi cũng thường coi anh đánh độ nhè nhẹ vui vẻ kèo nước, chầu nhậu lẩu v… v Trong thâm tâm tôi, anh Vũ ko chỉ là người anh nhưng mà còn là thần tượng của tôi.
Như đã nói từ đầu, có một biến cố xảy tới lúc còn hai tháng nữa là tôi kết thúc năm học lớp 8. Chiều hôm đó, tôi đi đá banh với lũ bạn. Đương nhiên tôi nắm giữ vị trí thủ môn sở trường rồi. Bọn tôi lấy cặp làm gôn, thì có mấy thằng ở xóm Củi nó đứng xem. Xóm Củi là cái khu phức tạp, quậy quạng, có tiếng ở quê tôi Được một lúc thì bọn nó (đi khoảng 5 thằng) rình rình lấy cặp của bọn tôi, tôi phát hiện la lên.
Bọn nó 5 thằng, bọn tôi 8 thằng nhưng… nhát hít, trong lúc tướng tá bọn nó du côn, bặm trợn, có 2 thằng đầu vàng đầu nhuộm. Thế là bọn nó xin đểu tiền, đòi lấy cặp và lao vào đánh tôi vì tội… báo động. Bí quá, tôi có biết đánh nhau đâu, liều mình lao vào húc bọn nó thì trượt và tự té. Thế là tụi nó lao vào hội đồng tôi, chỉ mấy đấm lỗ mũi tôi đã ăn trầu, máu chảy ròng ròng bệ rạc trước cái áo trắng. Tôi co người ôm đầu chịu trận. Bọn bạn la hét ỏm tỏi can ngăn, cố lôi tụi nó ra.
Thằng cu Tửng cháu dì Vân nhanh trí lấy xe đạp phóng đi gọi anh Vũ chơi ở gần đó. Năm phút sau thì anh và đám bạn chạy tới. Lúc này tôi đã no đòn nằm phục dưới đất, đầu tóc quần áo lấm lem đất cát. Mũi chảy máu, mặt mũi sưng húp. Lũ vô giáo dục vẫn đứng xung quanh tôi. Thấy cảnh đó anh Vũ ko kìm được nữa, anh lao vào bọn nó như một viên đạn.
Bốp, bốp, bốp chân đấm tay đá bọn nó chạy toán loạn. Anh ôm tôi lên coi có sao ko, tôi ko kiềm được òa khóc “Tụi nó đánh em đau quá huhuhu”.
Anh Vũ thấy tội nghiệp tôi ôm sau đầu nhỏ nhẹ bảo “Thôi nín đi nhóc. Về kêu mẹ coi xem thế nào, có cần đi bệnh viện ko. Về đi lát tối anh qua thăm”.
Anh dặn thằng cu Tửng và đám bạn chở tôi về nhà. Bọn nó vâng lời ngay. Xui cho tôi là hôm nay ba lại mới về nhà để mai dự đám giỗ bà nội ở nhà bác Hai (anh cả).
Tôi về tới nhà, mẹ thấy tôi như thế thì ứa nước mắt cứ xuýt xoa hỏi chuyện, bọn bạn thì tranh nhau kể ỏm tỏi cả lên. Mẹ lấy khăn, thuốc lau rửa cho tôi, trong lúc ba chỉ nhìn tôi còn gầm gừ “tao cho mày đi ăn học để mày đánh nhau như thế à?” Tôi yên lặng nước mắt rơi lã chã, tôi muốn gào khóc thật to, tôi bị đánh về nhà còn bị chửi, nhưng có lũ bạn nên tôi thôi. Tôi cảm thấy như ba chẳng thương tôi chút nào.
Có nhẽ vì tôi ngu đần, học lúc nào cũng chỉ ở top giữa của lớp, chứ ko xuất sắc như ba chăng? Hay cha con xa cách tình cảm lạnh nhạt? Tôi ko biết nữa. Lúc đấy, Mẹ nói đỡ vào “thôi nhưng mà anh, con nó bị người ta gây sự chứ nó hiền lành có kiếm chuyện bao giờ?” Rồi lũ bạn cũng dần về thì dì Vân chạy qua nhà hỏi thăm tôi và báo cho một chuyện. Hóa ra người thật sự vào bệnh viện ko phải là tôi nhưng mà là anh Vũ.
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