"Do you want to go to the stream?" Chan Phong tugged at the hem of my shirt, "We haven't been together for a long time." Chan Phong's voice sounded hesitant as if he was asking for my opinion.
The sky that day was beautiful. A light wind blows through the foliage, pale yellow sunlight stretches across the road, and every childhood movie comes rushing back. On the small and steep road, two boys and girls chase each other all the way to the watershed. And now, two people with two too big distances, the way is so far away into the sunset. Finally, a small stream gradually appeared. I was like a broken bird, running quickly, not forgetting to pull the hand of my companion, running quickly forward.
"Hurry up, I can't wait any longer."
My little feet once again merge into the water, and the sorrows in my heart just disappear, perhaps, it is here, the land that raised me to grow up makes me so comfortable. Constantly immersed in my feelings, I turned around and found that his eyes had been looking at me ever since, smiling and giving me a small daisy flower. In the afternoon sun, that smile shines on my heart. Chan Phong's first love was childhood, poetry because he tried to stick with him during his youth, and foolish because he was blindly immersed all his life.
"I'll come over to your house tomorrow, I have something to tell you," Chan Phong said as he raised his hand to brush my hair that was tangled in the wind, the sweet action made my heart almost skip a beat.
"Um, okay, then I'll wait for you tomorrow"
The sun kept disappearing from the small mountain, we kept soaking our feet in the cold water, watching the flowers until our feet were numb. The way back was dark but surprisingly close.
It is true that I am used to the hot weather and the cool style of dress in Saigon, so when I came here, just being in the sun a few times, my body weakened and became ill. That night I had a high fever, while I was dreaming I called you. When I woke up, my nose was filled with the strong smell of antiseptic, the ceiling was white, and it turned out that I was in the hospital. My head hurts and I can't remember anything, I only see Phong sitting next to me, his head resting on the edge of the hospital bed, tired, but still holding my hand that is pinning the infusion needle. A warm feeling spread, the large arm seemed to give me a lot of strength.
Chan Phong is no longer a familiar boy, no longer a boy who is always there to protect me when someone bullies me, no longer someone I can talk to every day. Gently touching his delicate face with his hand, each gentle but sharp line blended to create a masterpiece on his face. My boy of that year is now grown, much more handsome, brilliantly intelligent, and surrounded by many beautiful friends. Perhaps that year's departure made the distance gradually further away, then suddenly the relationship came closer as if it were a stranger but also very familiar, this made me constantly afraid, I was afraid that my life would be once again. messed up again. For me now, just everything as it was at the beginning, when you left, when I met you, everything was back to the way it was. As I drifted off into my thoughts, a familiar voice woke me up.
"Are you awake, how are you feeling?"
"I'm fine, thank you" a little shy, since when did we change our address. Another hand pressed on my forehead, warmly dispelling the cold of Dalat weather, helping my body increase temperature.
“The fever has gone down, you have a fever of 39.5 degrees, you know?” His worried look warmed my heart.
"Do I have a high fever?"
" That's right. When I turned to him, he shrank back, his face was pale, his whole body was hot but his mouth was cold. It scares me to death.”
After that, Chan Phong helped me sit up, when I grabbed his arm to get the strength to sit up, I noticed that the medical bandage wrapped on his arm was still soaked with blood. Worried, I pulled Duong's hand back, rubbed it on the wound, and asked
"What's wrong with your hand?"
"Nothing, I fell down last night." Phong purposely said quickly to get over the matter and quickly stood up.
"You can rest, I'll buy you something to eat"
"Thank you- Chan Phong, thank you for coming back" that was the first time I dared to look directly into those eyes, dare to face and be honest with myself. Taking advantage of when I was exhausted, even my mind was tired and asleep, I had to let my heart speak because I was afraid, afraid that when my mind was healthy again, I would do cruel things with my heart. mine.
During my hospital stay, Chan Phong was always on hand and took care of me by my side. Sometimes, the brothers bring fruit, and food to visit, instead of Phong taking care of me, just treat me like a seriously ill three-year-old child. Those are the days when I return to my childhood, to my real life. That makes me happy and temporarily forgets about the painful past.
The day finally came when I was discharged from the hospital, there was a lot of work to do here but my summer vacation was coming to an end, so staying in the hospital made me even more disgusted. Packed up my things, I smiled and thanked the nurse responsible for taking care of my health to leave.
"I'm here, thank you for taking care of me these past few days"
"Go back and try to rest, get well soon. Don't let your boyfriend worry like that anymore."
"Your boyfriend?" maybe she misunderstood and was referring to Chan Phong.
"That's right, it's Mr. Duong, the day he took me to the emergency room, he was very worried, hugged me and ran to the hospital, shouting at the doctor to treat me. His hand was injured because he hit the door when he rushed to carry me to the hospital, but he didn't care, he stayed by my side all day to take care of me."
Just coming here, my tears are about to rise, my ears can't hear anything, maybe I heard wrong, he was so worried about me. So the wound on my arm was caused by me. But I still have the ambition to save that heart, it's not worthy of this attention. My heart is so confused, I really don't know how I should face it.
As soon as I got home, I immediately ran into the small chrysanthemum garden, laid down in the middle of the flower garden, turned on the music, and looked up at the blue sky.