The run off from the love of the poor guy

I was the second child, because bright and help source than should be eating more whole school priorities. In 1995 I became a student of technology, Hanoi. The hard life so right from the beginning set foot out the capital I had to bươn brushes, goes on sale, selling bread, shoeshine. Also because of the hard life so all my life I've known students to love is nothing.

In 2001, after two years out of school, I'm still struggling to find a stable job in the capital, it is not easy for a guy like me to rural job easy to make money. I would like to do in a mechanical workshop, the salaries of engineers cum doing just enough to eat and also craftsmen pay rent monthly, an ASSH. sent to new parents in the countryside some three hundred.

The evacuated ... the poor guy's love.

In the evening, with a younger same accommodation rental back out to the sidewalk selling miscellaneous things brought from the countryside (this dish I was tired of the neck) but it is between the soil capital.

An early evening East in 2001, we have just put the corn boiled hot off the foul pole off the sidewalk, a few plastic chairs chipped chỏng stay tuned, a coal stove to bake hive then the two motorcycle parked xịch: "For I dozen corn boiled honey"-one she in the group take off. I looked out, the Group of five people in two southern three women, actually I don't know what the effect is, forever after this I know it is car Dream.

I spoke hastily Pack 10 boiled corn on paper, for the bag of balls. A total of 20 thousand contract expired but a youth in the group put 15 thousand copper and said I sold expensive and said lack of five thousand Dong will pay later. Then the Group launched, even for me not to say a sentence.

To me, something so trivial because not only in the capital but in the impoverished countryside, eat good, eat quỵt money is also commonplace in the district. All things pass away, as the winter winds occasionally through and then take the following reasons for non-tree to be twisted.

One night last week, about a dozen minutes after the conversation the young owe that money, still the pot boiled corn, coal stove, we're living for tomorrow. I came, quietly, not noisy as the evening would, on a mini bike, different scale motorcycle next to last time.

"I'm sorry," the girl took off, "today before you, hoping you kidding you sympathize, I send five thousand copper nodules". I now have a chance to see you, a pretty pretty girl, the appearance of the House, but what children are well-off present I did not tell the well-off.

I introduced the name, graduated from the University of foreign trade two years ago, does little business. I'm a native Ha Giang, are renting accommodation in the village of Cot. And we know each other, and each other, love each other at would not know.

Space shuttle escape-proof time taken, nearly two years since the day we met but not once about his hometown visit, also due to the work of two busy too, including the time to come together less well, mainly Instant Messaging on your phone. This time I also have cell phones, I bought the round birthday occasion age 26.

And then I find a stable job, I'm also on a thriving business (that's because I said so). I bought me a variety of things, from clothes, mobile phones ... I still fondly believe in love, believe in what you say.

We still see each other though a month sometime, daily chat messaging still loves but to me, my family is a hidden number. Then one day, I was sent to agencies in the work of Ha Giang, excited and eager to announce to you but I invented untold reason to not let me come home.

Initially I believe, then, I'm a yihu bodies rested few days worry about families, able to quietly monitor the children.

I found out the truth, don't know whether to cheer or should worry. Your building is vast between the Villa is a central district of the capital, there are guys who eat in, dad is a prominent officials, my mother was also a successful businessman. I find myself disconnected, alone and lonely, not understood what is happening, why question the series takes place in my head.

Do not know is it because seeing hostility with his poverty or overwhelmed by the wealth of the family that I find myself at fault, have the sorry love you. I blame themselves, responsible for a love so indifferent without imagining yourself being scavenged.

I have contact with anyone in my family but the echo phảng echo ones head in the hands of the elders Conference, the nguýt, the Cinnamon, the nasty look full pout she's bỉu I Recommend but not enough courage, no guts to face love, strictly speaking I were poor ones , the despicable killing the will and strength of a man.

I silently away children from that date as a run, I also do not know what is in your run. 11 years passed, I had family, a rest to beautiful between the capital that how people must desire, his wife and two baby docile.

Until now I didn't know I was right or wrong when running a love, only know that behind the running of which is an attempt, the restless striving. I also like me, have a private family happiness. Don't know what thoughts I used when I go quietly but I believe a love thing never intended for the coward brave, only when we get the love.=