The Chemistry Of Love

Grew Up.

Andy Diem and I grew up in Saigon, and we witnessed a moment in national history in 1975, although we was still a child at the time.

Such things never happen again.

In my vague childhood memory of 1975, there was just a shout of cheer, men carrying long guns in straight lines.

Now Hoai Thanh knows he's a parade.

Since then, he has lived in a free country without war and bombs.

The smoke echoing in the subconscious of every child of Saigon, and Hoai Thanh remembers, once sitting down, the teacher is drawn into the table, and Hoai Thanh is only eight years old.

The sound of enemy aircraft flying over her head still haunted her. For a moment, she forgot that she was free.

So I heard stories from my grandparents, and the days when I had to chew bo and bo, holes and shelters seemed to be the people's homes.

I am now home, attend school, and have a close friend.

I've never felt all the pain of war because I've never felt it.

“What are your thoughts?”

Andy Diem asks him how he feels about it while sitting in a bowl. He also knew I was a jerk who always fantasized about heaven on earth.

“Nothing.”

We are best buddy, but we never stopped arguring.

Hoai Thanh squeeze a couple of lemon slices, toss in some vegetables, and finish with soy sauce. It's excellent at any hour and in any season.

"Yah allright, eat; I'll pay you today."

Andy adored animals, so he caressed the heads of little dogs under he feet as she sat waiting for me to eat.

"You say it every time you don't pay."

Hoai Thanh eats very slowly, with a single Pho eating almost 30 minutes, and then teasing him as a super-slow, seductive girl.

"Are you going home this weekend? I drive."

Andy usually takes Hoai Thanh home if he does not revise his examinations; nevertheless, they are close enough to walk for one minute.

"Since you're both out this weekend, your father wrote me a note."

Hoai Thanh doesn't believe Andy is his father and mother's biological son, and he hasn't received a letter from either his father or mother since college.

I, on the other hand, sent two letters per month.

"Damn, why didn't I notice?"

Andy is startled, and as Hoai Thanh knows, it is an unintentional startle.

"Because I am descended from your parents."

You lingered, snatched some sheets, and brushed your teeth.

"Then I can play the role of your parents."

"I have two or two cheeks, one on the outside and one on the inside, you."

The punk-smeared gunpowder rhymes that Andy and Hoai Thanh spout become a recurrent source of contention.

Even I was aware that they enjoyed yelling at each other - without fighting, of course.

After each disagreement, Andy threatens to let Hoai Thanh walk home, but he has no idea if Hoai Thanh will tell his father that his monthly pension is gone.

Andy was 18 years your junior, but he's grown up and is now the same height as I was a few years ago, with more than my head.

But those of you who know Andy know that he has the appearance of a dumb dog, and there's plenty of evidence that he's getting distracted.

Hoai Thanh and Andy are still close friends.

Andy understood exactly what I meant when I said that I had to go for coffee when I drank my coffee; he got his way, and I got mine.

He wants to drink every time he drives to purchase it because it's so far away from school, which he rarely does. So when Andy listens, Hoai Thanh often asks himself this question, thinking about it over and over and then not thinking about it.

Except for when the guardians argue, they are peaceful and settle down to watch the cafe owner's cats.

Andy doesn't enjoy coffee because he believes it's bitter, and he has no right to laugh in his face since even if a guy can't drink coffee, your dog can.

Andy face is flushed and embarrassed as he drinks Hoai Thanh glass while holding his breath.

" You're crazy? So what's the deal with my drink? I'm going to order you a coffee milk, and you're going to buy my coffee."

One of those faces belonged to Hoai Thanh most incredible human being. He'd been thinking about it since the first time he saw Andy quietly and knew how much he despised coffee. Since he was a child, he had a soft spot for sweets.

But, since Hoai Thanh wanted to torment him, I got Andy to take him out for coffee every day for the month, and he looked so cool that I could laugh at him.

On the other hand, Thanh does not feel well over time, and when he stops drinking at home, he experiences abdominal pain or nausea. Thanh, the regional, brings him a milk coffee, worsening the situation.

I'm also aware that my remarks have wounded Andy's feelings, but my ego hasn't offered you an apology, so that's all. It's excellent for both of you that you're not the last person to lose his cool.

There will be coffee and coffee milk from now on, as there has never been a third.