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Chieu Le Dinh came to Phung Thieu Phong's house to pick up his son and stay for dinner. The whole family was very happy. It was a sunny day that day, there was no rain. The light flickered through the trees along the road, leading to a quiet street where Phung Thieu Phong lived. His house was a small mansion with a garden full of white flowers. Chieu Le Dinh used to like to be as peaceful as ever. A silver car stopped in front of the gate. From inside the car, Chieu Le Dinh stepped out. She wore a simple white shirt and jeans. Her curly hair was no longer a star on the red carpet. She was just a gentle mother who came to pick up her son after spending the weekend with her father. The gate opened, and there was a loud laugh. Mom, I'm here. The 5-year-old boy had a round face and bright eyes like her mother's. He ran out and rubbed his hands on her. Chieu Le Dinh knelt down and hugged her tightly. Her face was as pale as the sky after the rain. Son, are you good? Do you miss me? Yes, I do. Dad, teach me how to draw. I still have to make cakes, mom. In the back, Phung Thieu Phong appeared. He held a cane in his hand. There was a little flour on his shirt. He smiled gently. He said, Hello, I'm making rice. I didn't expect you to come so early. Chieu Le Dinh was surprised. He smiled lightly on his lips. I'm afraid of the traffic jam, so I should go a little earlier. Their eyes met. In that brief moment, time stopped. There was no stage light. There was no media. Only the two of them met again in their familiar space. There used to be many memories. I went home. The meal was almost ready. Today I made your favorite braised fish. Chieu Le Dinh was a little reluctant. He was going to refuse. But the boy cried out, Mom, I want to eat rice with you. I want to eat with my parents. That sudden word made her unable to open her heart. She smiled and nodded her head. She walked into the house. The house was still the same. It was still a warm color. There was still a picture of the family hanging on the corner of the wall. The three of them took a picture together many years ago. When the boy was still red in the hand. Chieu Le Dinh looked at the picture. Her heart was filled with a feeling of indescribable. It was both warm and refreshing. In the kitchen, Phuong Thieu Phong was busy. He brushed his shirt. He was good at stirring. The smell of fried onions and soy sauce spread all over the space. The boy ran around. He spoke and laughed. Dad is the best chef. But mom cooks better. Chieu Le Dinh smiled. No. Dad is really good at cooking. Phuong Thieu Phong licked her. He smiled lightly. I only learned from you. That year I cooked ginger soup for you when you had a cold. I remember the air in the kitchen. I recall the sweet memories of that year. The days when I cooked for you. They looked at each other from behind. They listened to music together. Now, that scene reappears. It's just a blur of time between them. Of the things that have passed but have not disappeared. The table was tidied up. Simple but warm. Braised fish. Cabbage soup. Fried eggs. Tofu with tomato sauce. And a plate of boiled vegetables. The boy was excited to sit in the middle. Dad and mom were on both sides. Mom and dad. Today is my happiest day. The conversation made both adults laugh. They brought food for the boy. They talked gently. They were no longer stars. They were no longer famous. They were a normal family eating together in peace. Phuong Thieu Phong looked at Chieu Le Dinh. Do you still like to eat fish belly? I remember that you were a bit surprised. Do you still remember? I remember. There are things that I can't forget. Chieu Le Dinh smiled. But her eyes were sad. She understood. He didn't just talk about fish. The boy laughed and talked continuously. He didn't care about school. About the picture I drew with both parents. In that picture. Dad was cooking. Mom was smiling. And the boy was standing in the middle of a flower. Chieu Le Dinh looked at the picture. Her heart was tight. You draw very well. Do you want your family to be like that? Yes. I want my parents to live together. So that I can sleep between the two of them. Phuong Thieu Phong stopped. His eyes were sad looking at the boy. If possible. Dad also hoped that the atmosphere would be quiet for a few seconds. Chieu Le Dinh didn't answer. Just quietly nodded. Add more vegetables for the boy. But in her eyes. The water was yellow. After lunch. The boy took both of them to the garden. In the garden full of flowers. The laughter was loud. Phuong Thieu Phong took a picture of the boy. Chieu Le Dinh was standing nearby. His hair was light. The smile was gentle. Dad took a picture of mom and the boy. The boy said. Phuong Thieu Phong picked up the phone. Pick up. Chieu Le Dinh nodded and hugged the boy. Both smiled. Then. Look at dad. 3 2 1 Tap In that picture. Their laughter was so loud. There was no distance. The wind blew gently. Made a few flowers fly. Phuong Thieu Phong looked at the picture. Silence for a long time. He sent her through WeChat. With a line of messages. Thank you for coming. This picture. It's like the picture we took 3 years ago. She opened the picture. Looked for a long time. Then texted back. Yes. It's just that I'm older. And you have learned to smile more. I have. And you. Still haven't learned how to forget me. She left. That message. Made her heart throb again. Like the sound of a drum in the middle of about not waking up. In the afternoon. The sun was shining on the roof. The boy sat next to Hien. Slept tight in mom's heart. Phuong Thieu Phong took out a thin blanket. Gently covered the two mothers. The sun was shining. He said. You are still so thoughtful. You smile. Just a habit. I'm used to taking care of you and the baby. The message was simple. But it hid a lot of feelings. She looked at him for a long time. Time made them mature. Also made the pain become more gentle. Phong. If you can come back. Will you choose me again? I won't hesitate. I will choose again. Even though there will be times of hurt. I still choose you. The smile at the end of the head. The smile and tears became one. Thank you. But maybe. Now I just want everything to be peaceful. I just need a happy child. I have fulfilled my wish. I understand. But I still believe. There are things that are not lost. Just waiting for the right time to bloom again. She didn't say anything. Just silently put her head on his shoulder for the first time after many years. Inside that house. No need for words. Just the warmth of two people who used to love each other. Now sit and watch the baby sleep. Listen to the sound of the wind through the garden. When the baby woke up. It was dark. Phung Thieu put Phong back in the kitchen. Hot food. Chieu Le took care of him. Two people working together. Not noisy. Not far away. So everything has never been broken. I still like to eat steamed eggs with soy sauce. I miss so many things already. Because I have never forgotten. The evening was full of laughter. The baby just ate and spoke. And the two adults just looked at each other. Smile gently. A brief moment. But beautiful to the point. Make people believe that. This family can still start again. After eating. Chieu Le took the baby out of the car. Phung Thieu followed behind. Help her open the door. The baby hugged her father. Say Khe. Dad. Next time, parents eat together again. Yes. I promise. Chieu Le looked at the two children. Khe smiled. Before getting in the car. She turned back. Thank you. Today is so fun. I should be the one to thank you. I made this house laugh again. She licked her lips. Khe nodded. The wheelbarrow fell out of the small street. Through the backyard. She saw him still standing there. Under the yellow light. Khe's hand was up. That shape was small. But the eyes still followed. That night. Phung Thieu Phong sat alone in another room. On the table was a picture of three people taking a picture in the afternoon. He put his hand on the picture. Khe smiled. Thank you. For coming. Although it was just a meal. But for him. It was a whole spring. Chieu Le was still in a daze. When she got home. She put the baby on the bed. Hold the baby to sleep. She turned on the phone. Look at the picture that he sent in the afternoon. She put it in a separate item named. Family. Before turning off the light. She texted him a short message. Good night. Your father. He read the message. Khe smiled. Reply. Good night. Your mother. The next day. Under the media posted a picture of them. With the boy walking in the garden. The laughing of all three. Made the social network explode. But different from the last time. This time people did not spread rumors. Did not judge. But just send their true wishes. In happiness. Hope this is the beginning for them. Family is the most beautiful thing. Although late. Still worth keeping. Happiness sometimes comes back. With small things. Love is not always. As exciting as fireworks. Sometimes. It's just a simple meal. A smile of a child. And the eyes of two people. Used to love each other. Still gentle. Like the beginning. Suffering and joy. Maybe they used to lose each other. But that moment. When sitting at the table. When the boy smiled. Disappeared between parents. Happiness has really returned. Not noisy. Not gloomy. But light as the wind. In the afternoon in Shanghai that day. Where flowers still bloom. And love. After many months. Early in the morning. The sun rose through the window. In a small room. The boy woke up first. The sound of birds outside the garden. The smell of baked bread. Flickering from the kitchen. The boy opened his eyes. Ran out and saw. Dad is making milk. Mom is packing clothes for the child. That moment was so beautiful. What a precious moment. Mom and Dad. Today I come to school. Two people take the child home. The smile of a child. The eyes of a child. He just smiled. If mom agrees. Dad will be very happy. She was stunned for a moment. Then nodded. OK. If the boy wants. Then mom agrees. The boy jumped up. Jumped. Hugged both of them. The atmosphere in the small house. Filled with laughter. The kitchen was full of baked bread. And omelette. The cook helped him cut the fruit. The boy sat in the middle of the table. His eyes were teary. Mom and Dad ate together. Today I want everyone to eat together. She looked at me. Smiled. Long time no see. I haven't eaten breakfast like this. Me too. He replied. With a warm voice. I forgot the feeling. There was someone sitting opposite me. It was quiet in the morning. Then his laughter came out. All the distance was gone. They talked about her new film. About his project. About the boy's love for drawing. About his love for dinosaurs. And wished to be a director. To make a film for mom and dad. He smiled. But in his heart. There was a warm feeling. She looked at me. Then looked at the small house. The man walked with her through the stairs. Now. He is still gentle. Still patient as ever. The school gate is a few blocks away from the small house. He usually takes his daughter with him. But today. The three of them walked under the trees. They wore glasses. They wore hats. But they were still energetic. The boy held his mother's left hand. His father's right hand. They danced. Phung Thieu Phong said. I remember. I used to want the three of us to go like this every morning. Yes. But it was too busy. Toan went to film early. I know. So now I want to make up for it. A light wind blew. A few leaves fell. They looked at each other. Laughed together. Sometimes. Happiness is simple. Just being together. No need to say anything. When they got to the gate. Many parents and students recognized the famous couple. The sound of the whistle. Was it Phung Thieu Phong and Trieu Le Dinh? Oh my God. They took their children to school. Phung Thieu Phong nodded his head. Kind smile. Trieu Le Dinh gently held my hand. The wind blew. I remember studying well. Come to pick me up in the afternoon. Yes. Remember to come early. I want all three of us to pick up. She smiled. Head down. The boy hugged his mother. Then turned to hug his father. Both adults came to me. And in that moment. The lens of a reporter took a beautiful photo. Father. Mother and son hugged each other in the sun. Behind is a golden tree. That photo only after a few hours. Has spread all over the social network. Millions of people share the same line. Thank you for this moment. Although they are no longer husband and wife. But still a family. The whole morning that day. The entertainment newspapers raised the topic. Phung Thieu Phong and Trieu Le Dinh. Take their children to school. Reunion signal. Their eyes are dedicated to each other. Speak up all. Warm family. Make the netizen cry. Thousands of comments flooded under the photos. They still have feelings. Look and know. Hope they come back. Because of children and because of themselves. Love can fade. But love never dies. Phung Thieu Phong did not respond. He just silently scrolled through the photos. Put the picture on the phone. And Trieu Le Dinh. When filming in the studio. Received the news. She just smiled. Her eyes flickered. As if there was something alive in her heart. In the afternoon. She finished filming early. No news before. She went to school to pick up her son. When she entered. She saw Phung Thieu Phong standing there. Holding a bag of cookies. Smile gently. The boy ran out. Happy and loud. All parents came. Great. They laughed together. Trieu Le Dinh received the bag of cookies. Asked. When did you prepare it? In the morning. I think the child will like it on the way home. Three people visited the park near the house. The boy played with the pigeon. There were two adults sitting on the stone chair watching. Do you see? Phung Thieu Phong said. As long as you have a child. Your world is full of light. Me too. She answered. But do you know? When I saw the smile between us. I realized. Maybe we were too hasty. To lose the most precious thing. I look at her. Calmly. If possible. I want to start over. Not because of public opinion. Not because of the image. But because. I still love you. Trieu Le Dinh turned away. Her eyes flickered. She did not answer. Just talk about it. For time to answer. I rushed home. This kid. Parents stay for dinner. I want to eat noodles made by dad. I made the sauce for you. The request of the child. Who refused. So one more meal. Simple meal. Only noodles. Vegetables and eggs. But sweeter than any flower festival. Trieu Le Dinh looked at Phung Thieu Phong. He bent down to pick up the noodles for her. The light reflected on his warm. Steadfast. And gentle like a new love. The boy said. Do you know? Today the teacher told me. There is the most beautiful picture in class. I drew my parents hugging me. She was touched. The child is the pride of Phung Thieu Phong's mother. And is the thread that connects parents. After Trieu Le Dinh took the child home. She turned on the phone. Message from you. Thank you for today. I don't dare to expect much. Just go with you and the child is enough. She read and read. Then answer. Don't say that. I also feel peaceful when I see the child happy. Maybe. Everything is changing. I will wait. No matter how long. He texted back. She put the phone down. She breathed for a long time. But the smile on her lips could not be hidden. Outside the window. Shanghai lights up. The buildings are bright. The moonlight reflects as if love had been forgotten. Now it's calm. The next morning. The big newspapers are all talking. Phung Thieu Phong Trieu Le Dinh. Happy family or a new beginning. Fans send thousands of wishes. Hope they get married again. A reporter asked Phung Thieu Phong. During the film advertising event. Are you and Trieu Le Dinh really coming back? He just smiled. Answer with a sentence. Make the whole room quiet. I don't know what the future is like. But yesterday. When I saw her and her son smiling. I know. That is the happiness of that sentence. Spreaded in front of the face. Make the social network overflow with emotions. Fans left thousands of touching comments. That evening. Trieu Le Dinh took his son to the playground. She looked at the sky. Received a message from Phung Thieu Phong. Tomorrow. I cook rice. You and your son come. She looked at her son smiling. Then wrapped it up. OK. But this time. Let me make a ginger soup for you. A dot appears on the screen. Then the last line appears. I've been waiting for that soup for 3 years. She smiled. Last night's wind. Brought a fragrant scent. The fragrant scent of the old days. Of a house. Of a love that was once lost. Now it blooms again. Not all divorces are hidden dots. Sometimes. It's just a place to rest for 2 people to look back. Understand each other's values better. Trieu Le Dinh and Phung Thieu Phong. They used to go through hurt. But also had a beautiful love. And now. Through meals. Through eyes. Through the smile of the son. That love is looking for a way back.