The Russian poet Hanh Hanh introduces the short story of the love of Nguyen Ngoc Ngan through
two voices,
Hong Dao and Tak Giang.
The sun was rising.
It hadn't started to rise but Saigon was heating...
with a sight of a fiery summer...
A little sheep lay with its little brains gnawing.
It was man of great measure and those in uniform flustered and watched.
A gust of home wind whistled this evening,
I was still drunk,
and I was in bed,
and I was a bit tipsy,
because I drank too much last night.
I was not a good student,
but whenever I had a good drink,
I didn't have to pay,
so I enjoyed it as much as I could,
and I never got drunk.
Last night,
when I was done working,
a friend came to pick me up at 9 o'clock,
to take him home after midnight,
and return him to the housekeeper.
Sister Thun had been with him for over a year,
and she adored his gentleness,
so even though it was late,
she still waited patiently.
And when she heard the car stop in front of the door,
she ran to help him,
and carried him to the bed.
Sister Tui was thirty years old,
and her beauty was normal,
but perhaps she was drunk.
He couldn't tell whether she was pretty or ugly,
so he stuck his hand on her body,
even put his face on her shoulder and pulled his arm through her back,
dragging her down her butt.
Ms.
Hien Hoa took his hand and said,
Ah,
you're too drunk.
Let me take you to bed.
You have to get up early tomorrow.
Maybe he was really drunk,
so when he fell asleep,
The teacher's hands were still trying to *** the loose pants of Thuan,
causing her white, white-colored pants to fall deep into her knees.
She smiled and slowly pulled the pants up,
then sat down on the edge of the bed,
took off her shoes,
and rubbed her feet.
I was slow to see if the teacher would invite me to add more moon,
so I was ready to pay attention,
but the teacher closed her eyes,
as if she didn't know I was sitting next to her.
I sat next to him.
I pulled my thin legs and put them on his stomach,
and I said loudly,
Come on, go to sleep.
If you need anything,
call me.
He didn't answer,
didn't move.
I just breathed out,
and I turned on the fan,
turned off the light,
and quietly walked out.
Just a few minutes later,
his hoarse voice woke the whole house up.
His mobile phone was in his pocket,
and I picked it up a few times.
But he just frowned,
and the phone was thrown to the side,
and L.D.
did not answer.
For more than two years,
he has become an important figure.
The world needs him,
but he does not need the world.
He lies half asleep,
with his arms spread out.
The smell of incense helps him sleep so soundly that he still cannot wake up.
Although the light outside is blocking the window,
it is clear to see his face.
From the kitchen, Mrs.
Thuan brings a tray of tea and four golden crystals.
bring them to the workbench of Mr.
Tran Quoc.
It is the usual work of her every morning.
Make tea and go buy breakfast for the teacher.
Rice noodles, chicken pho,
noodle soup,
everything is delicious.
Especially when looking at the neighborhood around,
there is only a pot of potatoes or a bowl of cold rice.
Sometimes it needs to change,
then the teacher reminds Ms.
Thuan to bring a plate of pork and pork cake,
All the dishes that 2 years ago were only in the dream of Master Tran Quoc.
Sister Thuan washed her hair and changed her clothes.
She helped Master Tran Quoc know that her master always helped her to turn her hair inside out.
Sister Thuan saw that she couldn't leave her clothes outside,
afraid of Master Mang.
Although the clothes were cheap,
they were always clean.
Sister looked at the clock on the wall and stepped out,
opened the main door.
The area of the cement field is only two acres.
Four or five men and women are waiting,
hurriedly standing up, rushing to the site.
They are like unemployed workers,
fighting for jobs,
or like people who are in the government office
to ask for important documents.
Each person shouts a loud sentence.
Are you awake?
I'm the first one.
I've been waiting here since 4 a.m.
Thun had been used to this for 2 years,
so she was no longer upset.
Don't be upset.
I'm still sleeping.
Another woman said,
It's time, Miss.
I told you I was coming from My Tho.
Please let me stay a little longer.
I have to go back to the train at noon.
Please help me.
Thun closed the door.
Before she went to the bar to buy food for the teacher,
she said to everyone, Ah,
I think he's about to wake up.
You ladies just wait a little longer.
She said goodbye and walked to the store in the alley.
Mr.
Tran Quoc's real name is Nguyen Van Bau,
from Ha Dong.
But the teacher here is not a teacher of religion or medicine,
but a teacher of magic.
Since he was a student,
his friends have always praised him as a man of few words,
Because he is quick,
smart and has many ideas in his life of poverty and poverty.
He also loves to read,
has good memory and is able to catch the world's jokes.
After the war,
he went to sleep to get married and have children.
The heavy burden is getting bigger and bigger,
making him have to leave to do enough jobs,
even leaving the country,
for example, importing fake money from China.
the north was almost completely barren,
he had to leave his wife and children and move to Saigon.
And in this strange place,
he suddenly discovered that he had a hidden ability that he had not noticed for a long time.
That late discovery was because one day he was lost and went to look for work.
Passing a street in Phu Nhuan,
he saw dozens of people lining up to wait for the owner to open the door.
the door.
Bao was a special shopkeeper.
It turned out that the whole world was waiting to see Bao.
Bao opened his eyes wide,
stopped and asked a few Southern ladies
who were patient to explain to Bao.
You're so smart,
but in the teacher's house,
you're always fooling Mrs.
Tam.
It's not you who said that,
but Mrs.
Tam who brought you in.
Bao was dumbfounded and asked again,
The old lady looked at him with disgust.
Are you out of your mind?
Who is Mrs.
Tam?
If you don't have a conscience,
don't come here.
You'll be dead.
I don't know about Mrs.
Phan Tran,
but I'm asking.
She's a girl.
The Judas followed her to kill her.
She was not allowed to kill her.
Mrs.
Tam died right after the wedding.
The priest came to her and said she was a virgin.
I've been hearing you say that for a long time.
I'm surprised to hear that.
What did you say?
You said that you'd do anything for me,
didn't you?
I didn't know.
There was this woman who was doing a show,
a debt collection show.
She was cleaning up the house,
and I was so mad,
I had to sleep on the street.
Then she came to me and gave me the check for the lottery.
I won 200 million.
So I stood behind a line of people waiting for my turn to come.
I came in not to ask for a good health,
to ask for a fortune for myself,
but to find out how Master Chi spoke,
and the whole world was so excited to give me money.
After the good health,
I went to bed to think,
and in my head I got a new light.
I found an important piece of wisdom in myself.
I decided to change my life,
to become a monk.
In the midst of a poor,
low-quality society, and a low-income population,
the tailor always has a good piece of land to work with.
It is a job that is not about making money,
but about making a living.
All you need is a little bit of talking,
and you can sit down and have a bowl of noodles.
I immediately went to the market to buy some books on tailor-making,
in order to get used to the vocabulary that people often use in this field.
I said goodbye to my family,
and I left for Saigon.
I rented a house and opened an office.
To increase my ability to manage my own wealth,
I named myself Master Tran Quoc,
to let the world know that I have been working for more than 10 years
at Tran Quoc Pagoda in Ho Tay,
although I have not yet set foot in this temple.
I only heard rumors that this is the oldest temple in Hanoi,
built in the time of Li Nam De,
which is more than 1,500 years.
I don't have to name myself.
People gave it to me.
There are dozens of monks around Tran Quoc Pagoda.
But only I am called Master Tran Quoc.
As expected, the name is also a bit attractive.
I rented a small house in the alley of Binh Thanh District.
Right at the door,
hanging a wooden tablecloth,
I added a few red letters on it.
The 20-year-old master of the West Lake,
Vn Du, came to the South to save the people of Do Th,
to solve all the problems in life,
to challenge,
to ask for fortune,
to ask for wealth,
and especially to give lucky numbers.
The most important part of the advertisement is the last few words,
that is, to give lucky numbers.
Because, as you know,
most of the guests who come to you are just black people
who ask for lucky numbers.
But before I officially opened my office,
I came back to meet Mr.
Chi again to learn more about accounting.
I also spent money to visit a lot of teachers in different cities to help each teacher's experience to apply for me.
Among the people who sell and the people who buy,
I believe I will succeed because my ability to speak is more fluent than many other teachers.
The Russian Orthodox priest,
after decades of research,
has not grasped the essence of the number theory.
He is as ignorant as the Chinese teacher,
who does not study at all,
only worries about three life sentences and draws money.
But people do not blame people like the Chinese teacher,
but blame the world for being too superstitious,
believing that the teacher has the ability to give the correct answer.
If you really have the power to know the correct answer,
you should keep it for yourself to make you rich.
Why should you give it to someone else?
You thought about it,
and you expected to have someone to blame for you.
I ask you,
you know the correct answer,
why don't you answer?
You will answer in a hurry.
The old saying goes,
a knife can't cut the bamboo,
my fate is not in my hands.
Maybe you should go to the prison,
I only lend my hand to give the law to others.
Whatever you say is fine,
and everyone hears it and feels bad,
no more questions.
This is understandable,
because you have been to the fortune-teller,
that is, you do not use reason to judge.
People who are heavy on reasoning often do not go to fortune-telling.
The couple moved to the South by the family of a woman from Hua Hung.
She was Bao's sister who had been living with her husband since 1954.
Now, both of them are about the same age as Bao.
Bao's wife is very open-minded and often tells him about her problems.
A few years ago,
my husband and I were very poor.
We had to work day and night to pay for food.
It turned out that I had put the wrong soil.
It was my fault,
but I didn't know.
I've been doing this for years,
and I've lost everything.
I was lucky to meet Mr.
Phong Thuy last year.
He told me to turn the wheel in the right direction.
That's how I started my family business.
The husband sat next to Nhan to express his opposition,
but did not speak,
because he knew that Phong Thuy's faith in his wife was as firm as a religion.
They argued and quarreled.
The wife led him away,
and continued to persuade Bao about Phong Thuy's weirdness.
I know a guy who was hit by a car and his mouth was swollen.
He talked like a normal person.
He drank water and poured it out.
The hospital was upset.
The doctor came and only had a bed.
He left immediately.
He came back as usual.
He talked as usual.
His mouth was not swollen anymore.
The husband was so arrogant.
He didn't have to go to school to be a doctor.
He would be a doctor when he was unemployed.
Bu mm ci hin ha nhng khng dm gp .
D nhin Bu thy ng em r c l,
nhng Bu ang n u nh ti y,
khng th c em h pht lng.
Thi no, ni no,
th ngi v cng vn l ch gia nh.
Bu khng nn tri .
Hn na,
Bu ang tn git,
lc no cng phi t ra hin li.
Chuyn phong thy l mt ti l vi Bu.
The more strange the number of beats,
the more Bao was addicted to playing chess.
But in the North,
Bao usually only played chess,
chess or white chess.
But of course, it was quite expensive.
Bao knew that most people in the South today are fond of playing chess,
but Bao himself has not yet joined.
One day, a neighbor came to ask Bao.
Bao Xuan,
I want to ask you something.
Yesterday,
my husband went to help the lake keeper.
I saw
a puddle of rain,
so I went to take a shower.
To be honest,
my husband always takes a shower there every time he comes home from work.
There's never been a single fish in that puddle.
But yesterday,
there were two fish swimming in it and they bit him.
You should have called the police.
Oh,
but I should have hit the fish.
The neighbor was afraid to say.
I went to ask her about that.
The fish is number one.
I told them to write down 011,
but it was just one fish.
I saw two fish.
Two fish, obviously.
If it's 11, it's not good.
11 is a dog.
1 and 1 are 2.
2 is a snail.
Bao sat next to her, dumbfounded.
Waiting for her neighbor to come home,
Bao asked her
and she answered about the numbers in the game.
For example, the number 1 fish,
the number 2 snail,
the number 3 snail,
the number 4 male,
the number 5 female,
the number 6 male,
the number 7 female,
the number 8 male,
the number 9 female,
the number 10 male,
the number 11 female.
Who is the creator of these numbers and what is the basis for each animal to have a number?
qun s.
Ch c mt iu chc chn l nhng qun s ny khng h da
ch g cho dn duyn nh y.
N ch da cho nhng bn nhu,
nhng bi hp mt, tr da tiu c,
ngi quanh mng c,
thin hng c dit bn
cho vui cu chuyn m thi.
Nh qua em m Bu Ttc tuy khng phi ch vi
nhng li l ni xm ring hay t tp bn sau d s
because everyone needs to learn from the past.
Bao didn't join,
but he was happy,
even though he didn't remember all the numbers.
Bao remembered one day,
a man was a few meters away from Bao's house,
running to the open field to plant seeds.
He planted small seeds,
but he was happy for his intelligence.
Bao asked,
I heard you planted 31,
did you plant that number?
The neighbor said,
No,
no, 31 is a shrimp.
I hit the shrimp, it's a foul.
So you dreamt of a shrimp?
No, I didn't dream of anything.
I had to go to Thu Thiem that day.
I was running through the field when I saw a woman walking on the bank of a stream.
I asked her,
So, walking on the stream,
what does it mean to be a shrimp?
So I hit the shrimp.
She smiled and left.
She saw all the strange things in life.
Now she has entered the world of
the delusional and superstitious.
She didn't believe anything.
Lm khi ngi nhm nhi * r bn BYA mi ngon,
Bo thy my cuc thng qua cuc i thay i, v l qu.
Ngy trc bi ton v ln ng khi cun huy cht ngun.
Lu lu,
b cng an ht i ci to,
lm t t kim,
ai cng t nhn l bt bn.
By gi i mi,
thy bi * loi,
trng bng hiu cng khai hnh ngh.
mouse The time-honored master's life is full of excitement.
He spends more than 10 hours a day in the study.
The master's office is full of excitement,
even though it is located deep in a small alley.
One day, the master welcomes 30 guests,
especially at the end of the year,
during the college entrance exams and the football season.
The master is busy,
and has no time to have lunch.
The master thinks of finding someone to help him with the rice and water,
but he is worried about meeting a beggar,
who will be a hindrance to the family.
Because I was the only one in the family,
and I was not rich.
I waited until I met Thuan.
A fellow from the North came to me,
and I accepted the job.
I stayed in his house.
Thuan was young, and her face was not as beautiful as her body.
I didn't need to be so rough.
She taught me classical math,
such as V, Pythagorean, West, and Tarot.
She taught me math, mathematics, and geography.
I don't use them at all.
Because those subjects require a lot of time to learn.
I read them like a book,
and made 72 small sticks of bamboo,
like a short stick of a stick.
On each stick, I drew a word, a picture,
and I understood it.
I called it the 72-stringed zither
of the King of Phuc Y
which was made more than 5000 years ago,
but was lost by the people.
Now I have a mission to restore it.
The basic principle that I hold is that anyone who comes to me,
they must have a problem.
Love is money,
but most people are in the same boat with money.
No one is peaceful and happy,
but they go to gamble.
The Buddha's teachings bring hope to those who are in despair,
and they are eager to pay him back for that hope.
If you make a mistake,
no one will give you a chance.
But if you make a right guess,
there are sometimes some great benefactors who will return to pay you back.
Before the Buddha, Chi Phu Nguyen, the first Buddha of the Eighth Age,
the Buddha also built a small altar, very solemn,
built on the wall of the main entrance.
The red-robed altar with a black bronze statue of a beautiful young woman,
which he bought at a flea market.
He did not know what statue it was,
probably just a strange ornament.
But he kept putting it on the altar.
The guests at the altar rarely showed their faces clearly,
because the incense smoke was always dim and hazy.
One day, there were three guests,
aged 30 or over,
with quite strong looks,
wearing fashionable clothes,
and daring to draw.
I am Minh Tam,
who has been abandoned by my husband for years because of my love for my daughter.
I come to ask for a favor from you.
My guests are all kinds of people,
from high-ranking officials to prostitutes or tenants.
I am a man of my word and I charge you.
I am not sure about your personality,
but I feel good about you.
Uhm,
tha thy, cu ai .
But I don't follow any religion.
Well, I mean, you're a saint in heaven.
If you don't believe,
the card can't be accepted.
Yes, I believe.
If I don't believe,
I don't need to meet you.
If you believe, then pray.
Pray and then pull out a card from your left hand and put it on this plate for me.
You do as I say,
then look at me and wait.
Wait.
I'll tell you what happened.
The priest told me.
Your fate is the fate of the Queen of England.
You were born to do good deeds,
to save people,
to help people.
But there was a ghost that had been around for more than 300 years.
It hated you.
So it destroyed your religion.
It forced the house owner to do bad things to you.
The owner didn't love you.
Oh, my God.
Is there any way to save my husband?
If I leave him like this,
he will be destroyed.
Please, I beg you.
Please save my family.
The monk gave the Buddha and told the guest to pray again.
She looked at the Buddha and turned to him.
I'm sorry, I have a question.
Who are you praying to?
Let me know so I can know.
She was curious because she heard the people's voices saying that they were praying to the Buddha.
But she didn't know who the model was,
or what the origin was.
She guessed that this statue of Master Tran Quoc was the model that Master Tho,
but Master Tran Quoc had already prepared,
so he explained.
This is the goddess Nina of the Holy Land.
Nina is a princess who has traveled the world.
A helpless child,
bored with life far away,
left the palace to go to the monastery.
But unfortunately, the princess died in the battle when the Tran family attacked the Holy Land.
After his death,
he worked for the people and helped those who were unhappy with his love.
This statue is a legendary antique,
which has been lost for more than a thousand years.
Finally,
I have the opportunity to get it from Phan Rang,
the state of Dai Dat.
It is so beautiful.
At night, I see the statue of the glorious and brilliant Tuong Toa.
Any sentence that is said is a compliment.
The story of this statue was read in the newspaper and I remember the main lines were arranged for the right atmosphere of my math.
Mrs.
Minh Tam burned some more incense sticks and became a prayerful mind,
asking her husband to wake up early and return to the crew.
Mrs.
Minh Tam wanted to stay to ask a few more questions,
but saw the customers of the teacher sitting in a quite crowded waiting room,
and she stood up.
The teacher's office was very inconvenient,
because the table he sat at and the seats were all different.
He could not talk about his thoughts,
because whatever he said,
the people outside would hear.
The teacher's voice was loud,
and he always wanted to emphasize his words,
or he was like a thorn in the master's flesh.
She stood up, but did not go out.
She asked the master to let her in the room.
Master Tran Quoc told her to stay there,
but right after that,
the master called Thuan to bring her in.
Immediately, the next guest came in,
sat down in front of Master Tran Quoc.
This is a familiar guest,
in the distance of the master's house there are several houses,
there are shops selling books in the market,
so the world often calls her Mrs.
Ba Quoc Moc,
because Quoc Moc is her name.
Mrs.
Ba Quoc Moc was the kind of guest that I was most bored with,
because they came to see me just to ask for a lottery ticket.
Of course I had to give them the lottery ticket,
even though I knew beforehand that I would never win.
When the lottery ticket was sold out,
I happened to win it.
It was all because of that person's bad luck,
not because of my little effort in it.
There were people who came and went,
asking for the lottery ticket for half a year and still didn't win.
I had to explain to them,
and try to convince them to let me win.
the story.
The third aunt, a very tough customer, said,
looking at her face,
I knew she was in debt.
I asked,
why is there money in her hand that is still missing?
Who took it?
Really,
teacher.
I don't know what you eat that I'm so stupid to say, teacher.
Because I was too close to the third aunt,
I often called her by her name.
I asked,
you keep saying you're stupid,
but I don't know how stupid you are.
The girl sighed like a dying person and then told me.
Ah, you know what?
Last week,
I dreamed of two goats going to my house.
I ran and I hit the lottery.
I dreamed of two goats,
I must have eaten too much, right?
I hid my husband.
I didn't let him know.
I planned to hit it alone an