My name is Le An

When I was dreaming with my head on the desk, the weak sunlight outside the window shone through and stuck on me, not at all dazzling, but on the contrary, brought a warm feeling that was hard to put into words.

Like the embrace of this person for so long...

"Le An."

The teacher's call drew me from my crazy thoughts, I rose rapidly, finding my empty head, my mouth began to stutter.

Mr. Nam is the toughest man in school, and by the time my eyes met, I knew my life had ended.

Of course, as I expected, less than a minute later, the professor became angry, began to teach me thousands of "ethics" and then let me sit down.

My head still hum with the teacher's voice as it bounces, incapable of absorbing anything else.

Today is class seemed to have earned nothing, I didn't even bother to come home, I had to sit at school and wander around for a while.

Because my house is not far from the university, there is no need to stay in the dormitory, which was convenient at first, but later I found it to be extremely inconvenient.

I had to sit in an empty corner behind the school, this place was quite quiet, sometimes there were a few couples passing by talking and laughing happily, their eyes full of love and affection for each other.

I watch them every time, but not with envy, but maybe with nostalgia.

Because I myself have experienced a passionate love like other school couples, used to hold hands together for a walk, studied together in the library or secretly kissed in the dark.

That's why every time I look at them, I feel like I can see myself and my brother before, the good times soon merged into the meager memory left in my head.

Even though it gradually fades over the years, it is also the motivation that helps me endure to this day.

Even though things change in the present, the stage is still there, people are not there and the past is buried forever.

I shook my head, trying to get away from the previous memories of the past and return to reality.

Because my current self is Le An.

My name is Le An!

I've thought to myself that thousands of times as well as remembering that I cannot fall, let alone blindly cling to the past that no longer exists.

For the present and the past it has become two parallel lines that have nothing to do with one another.

Sitting for a while, I got up and dropped out of school. Normally, in my spare time, I would go to the company to practice, but yesterday's events still resonated in my heart, which makes me somewhat lazy.

For example, when I see him again, how do I explain my confusion? My behavior was indeed extremely strange, I had to say.

Maybe whatever I tell you, you won't believe it, will you? I tried to find a thousand and one reasons for myself to come to the company, but I was still hesitant to meet To Duong, so I ended up having to return home.

I thought it would be nice to stop coming to society, but when I came home, something that I didn't expect happened.

Before entering the door, I heard the voice that I knew very well in the past, followed by the vivid laughter of my father.

"This boy is really good, I haven't seen him in a wrong way before."

"It's because I have a good teacher."

I stood still for a few seconds as if trying to regain my breath while being momentarily solemn, thinking in my mind that if I ran away now, wouldn't there still be time?

As my mind was still in turmoil, my father's call awakened me, he saw me from a distance, waving his hand to signal me to quickly enter the house.

Seeing that there was no way back, now that I wanted to run, it was too late, I had to go in, secretly praying that the other person would not calculate the old story with me.

Stepping inside, I could clearly see the figure of the guy sitting next to my father, which was the first time he had come to my house, but in my eyes this scene was extremely familiar.

As a very, very long time ago, this same scene was happening, except that it wasn't here, the witness I was here was not the same as before.

It wasn't only when I sat in the chair beside myself that the vague feeling was halved, leaving room for the truth.

I didn't dare look at him, all I could do was duck and turn to my dad and say: "Who is this?"

My father is still having a good time, smiling while patting the shoulder of the guy next to him, "It's To brother that I often tell you, haven't you met him at the subsidiary company yet?"

"Mr.To." I tried to force a weak smile, pretended not to hear my father's other question but nodded slightly, in my heart at this moment just silently praying that he wouldn't expose me.

My father did not notice the anomaly, again speaking to him rambling: "In the future at the company, I hope you take care of An a bit."

Hearing that sentence made me feel a little uneasy, slightly glanced at him, my breathing seemed to stop now, I felt like I was a prisoner waiting for the verdict.

I saw him looking at me, silent for a few seconds as if thinking about something, finally just nodded to my father to show that he understood.

The dangerous moment is over, now I dare to breathe a sigh of relief in my heart. I really, after all these years and still suspecting you to be such a pretty person, I really wanted to go back a few minutes ago to hit me once in a while.

What kind of person he is, I know better than anyone else, at least before, but anyway I haven't been by his side for so long, I'm afraid the current brother is no longer what I remember.