The Chemistry Of Love

Sorry.

Andy showering speed was the unique thing about today. He had a 10-minute bath somewhere today, and after Hoai Thanh hadn't finished two exercises, he noticed it crossing out.

"How quickly do you shower today?"

Hoai Thanh's right hand was still bowed, taking notes, and he didn't raise his face.

"It's a little chilly in here."

The few drops of water still hanging in his hair fell to the floor, breaking into many tiny drops of water that splattered on his feet as he drew up a chair next to Hoai Thanh.

"It's never cold in here."

The sensation of tickling, scratching, and discomfort made Hoai Thanh withdraw her feet.

"However, wasn't the water in my bath rather warm before?"

Andy pushed himself off of the chair and went to dig through Hoai Thanh's closet, where he discovered a somewhat loose shirt and hastily put it on.

"I usually make your water, but it's not warm."

The sound of water pouring when Andy didn't close the valve well was like the sound of his own heart sinking slowly, one beat at a time, and the occasional flipping of books became the loudest noise in the room for a moment.

Andy's heart is racing at a rate of 30 beats per minute, which is far too fast at this time.

It's strange and full of meaning.

Until now, Andy was not a reasonable observer. Even when Hoai Thanh was not good at the disco, it took me a long time to realize.

I wanted to ask how Hoai Thanh was, but no words came out, my hands trembled when I saw that look, Hoai Thanh's eyes seemed to be calling for help.

When he punched me in the face, I was so embarrassed that I turned to fight him, the story from the beginning was that I wanted to pull him into the disco to show all the flavors of life, no one expected it. Make it so.

Hoai Thanh tank top revealed all the blue and purple marks on his body, including his chin, shoulders, and eyes, as well as his teeth, which I had broken. Andy became engulfed in his guilt due to his rash temper, which caused him to be injured for no reason.

What if he punched me in the face? Why didn't I give it away? I did something wrong, and it's natural to take a few punches and kicks as a result.

Hoai Thanh is always concerned about me, even when bathing water, but he understands why.

Andy Hoai Thanh, a coworker who has a habit of cursing me with a stupid dog, is dead on!

Whatever it feels like, I will treat it well from now on!

Andy swore in his heart, determined not to let his best friend be like today.

"Let me put oil on you."

Andy pulled from his pocket a bottle of green wind oil with its shell intact, it must be said that this oil these days is also a luxury that only people like Andy dare to use.

Of course, Hoai Thanh's family also has it. Still, because of the economy, only using this bottle until the end to buy another bottle, Hoai Thanh is addicted to oil and wind. That pungent smell makes Hoai Thanh senses more alert.

The bottle of green wind oil is called a panacea by Saigon people. They take it out and use it whenever they have a stomachache, a fever, or a headache. After a while, it ultimately helps.

"Oh, that's all right."

No one denies things that are useful to them, and Hoai Thanh is no exception. Hoai Thanh removed her white tank top, displaying a patch of scratches the size of a hand on her back, along with a few small blue-violet spots.

Andy had been acting weird all day, and Hoai Thanh had his back to him, so he didn't know what his face looked like when he looked at the wounds, but he didn't notice any movement, so he inquired quickly.

"Hey?"

"Why are you scratching so much?"

Andy gently touched the wound with his hand, causing Hoai Thanh to startle.

"So you won't drag me down the street?"

It injured Andy when he wrestled Hoai Thanh along the street since the sidewalk was sharp everywhere at the time. Hoai Thanh was vigorously battling at the time, so she did not notice the scratch until she spilled water on it while showering.

"Let me go get some antiseptic for you."

Andy rose to his feet, ready to unfasten the bolt and exit the room. He was awakened by the sound of snoring in the adjacent room.

"Do you have any idea what time it is, you scumbag? Ignore it and apply the toilet oil instead."

After taking a long yawn, Hoai Thanh started to get tired after spending all her energy on the match.

It's like an electric light, but it's not an electric light; it's bright and dazzling, and it guides people who have lost their way back. The light shone brightly through the window.

That's right, and it's moonlight. The full moon will always shine like this, with the giant moon hanging in the black sky, surrounded by a few strangely shaped stars. Hoai Thanh has admired the full moon since he was a child, most likely because of stories he heard about it.

Can the moonlight illuminate the hearts of humankind, Hoai Thanh thought over and over? That light is more enchanting than any artificial light, but no one remembers it over time, and the tea parties spent gazing at the moon are also lost to history, as everyone is preoccupied with life with the light. Electric lights were used, but the moonlight was overlooked.

Andy bowed his head to rub oil for Hoai Thanh in such bright moonlight.

Both bathed in their thoughts, bathed in the light of the 18-year-old moon.

"Thanh."

Hoai Thanh was lying face down with a pillow on his head.

"What?"

Every time the oil on Andy's hand touches Hoai Thanh, he takes a breath of air to get there. The burning and numbing feelings are uncomfortable.

"Let me buy you an antiseptic tomorrow."

It blew on Hoai Thanh's scratch, like the way mothers still feel sorry for their children when they see their children injured.

So this is how you repent of this foolish puppy, Hoai Thanh chuckled? Why isn't there a smidgeon of nuance? Its thinking is unadulterated. He allegedly made his mother weep once when he was so disruptive that he didn't say anything and handed her a bag of tissues and sneaked away. That's Andy; he's not excellent at expressing himself, but he's excellent at correcting a significant error with a few minor steps.

"I'll be alright with just a couple of meals."

It must be more than 11 o'clock after applying oil and wind for the music to cease automatically, leaving only you and the moonlight.

The following day is Sunday. Hoai Thanh often spends that rare day off to go home or not to clean up. Because he was too busy with his studies, he could only clean once a week.

"Let me clean your room tomorrow."

This house only has a single bed, so An can only sleep on the ground. Hoai Thanh will always put a mat with a thin blanket to make it less cold.

Andy put his hands behind his head, the moonlight still hanging out the window, a ray of light right in front of his eyes.

"Thanh?"

No reply was heard, Andy sat up, so Thanh had been sleeping for a long time.

Hoai Thanh often had a deep sleep until dusk, which he could not hear that night.

"Thanh, get up and have breakfast."

A substantial body shake pulled him from his dream back to reality. The sun was overhead. It was eleven o'clock in the afternoon. It is pretty rare for Hoai Thanh to wake up so late, even on days off.

"It's eleven o'clock, and what the f**k is breakfast."

Hoai Thanh instinctively rubbed his eyes, forgetting that last night he was punched by his best friend and swollen on one side.

His brows furrowed, his mouth cursing a few swear words as usual.

"I told you to eat, but I didn't."

Andy pushed a bowl of salted duck white porridge in front of him, wondering where he could find this dish. The bowl of white porridge is still smoking.

Take a sip. The empty stomach from last night is like honey, sweet and refreshing. Hoai Thanh's broken tooth was in the innermost part; after sleeping overnight, it swelled up to a large piece, causing Hoai Thanh's face to swell as well.