The Chemistry Of Love

“Lying to heart waves roll into far classes The foam goes with each soft winds Our lover is with light moon Passes over thousand of mile isn’t distant.” The voice emanates from a blazing radio, and the summer afternoon of the neighborhood is lulled with such a soothing voice, a golden afternoon overlaid on a tile roof. I lying on the hammock, a foot reaching out of his hammock, my mouth muttering along with a few verses. "Damn, it's so fxcking hot. " Everyone knows Vietnam is in the tropical belt, and the climate is almost hot all year round. So you're just mad at him. There's still one subject in school at 3:00 in the afternoon, it's bloody hot and all the people in a room with two ceiling fans, thinking, swearing for a few hours. Good thing I had a big fat friend crack in the wall, dad. He's got a machine that's been working on a cold cruise ship for months. So, I used to go through his house with that machine, which is so cool! But I’m not just a studious kid who thought I were so happy to go out of high school that everyone who knew i’m parents wanted I to go to college would have to go to a better university. I’m not so poor. I can't afford school money, but my family can't get enough money to buy a little cold scraped medicine machine. Two hours bicycle ride from home to school, so he prefers to rent a small motel from school, so now he listens to the springs every day. My father must be one of those who hate you in the first place, and he loves Mrs. Khanh Ly's voice so much he doesn't like the way you sing, so there is only one of her records at home. My school is on Nguyen Van Hau Road, my parents haven't been able to fix it called Cong Hoa Road, but it's been changed for 14 years. Live through the days of smothering smoke, the soothing pain and water permeate the bird-footprints of a loved one in his family. She was the best in class, she was beautiful, and I was about to go to that school on Cong Hoa road, but I had to get married, so I missed the rest of my life waiting for her. But she tells him that she has no regrets, that my mom was 18 years old, that she was too late to be married, and that she and her parents were determined to take dad out of the way and to close their eyes on the flower, and that they had been together for over 40 years. My father sent me mother's dream, wanting I to enter a natural science school to fulfill her mother's dream. Father was robbing mother's dream of being a student to keep her busy cooking rice at home. My father loved her, and at first, it may have been for her, but later on, it was her. She used to joke to dad that she married him to pay off his good old debts and then pay back; paying over 40 years is still out, and there are two more pimples on her. "Thanh, aren't you going to school?" Your neighbor's voice pulls you back to reality, looking at your clock, 2:45 p.m. Okay, take it slow, take it easy. There could be less than 200 paces from here, and slowly it won't be late. "Hoai Thanhhh." "You're gonna be late for it." Your voice is out from the street, and you heard the engine off, your blazing friend's here, damn it! "What are you screaming, new?" You've been losing your eyes for a while... "3:15 you i***t, get on the bus quickly." The other boy slapped I on the head, and yet he's not fully awake, and he can't wait to let him take his book and then put it in his backpack. Your friend was wealthy since he was a student who came on foot and had a bicycle ride to school. He had a Cub fight, and he loved the base of it. As long as he's my friend, I won't fxck him, but I won't. "You should run nice and slow, you son of a b***h, closer school." You're still looking at your shoulder. You're looking short. I don't know what this guy was rushing about, trying to be a ghost speed or what? "Who told you where I'm taking you to school?" Then he sped up on the highway, but he was wobbled up by his words and turned to the back to see the school he had been learning was moving in and out as it turned into a particular road. He doesn't have a bicycle, but actually, he doesn't have enough time, so on the way from home to school, from school, he knows no other way. So if you sell your organs now, you'll die too. "And where are you going?" You blow a big, loud air filling your empty stomach. Until this morning, You can't remember you haven't eaten. Instead, your face looks like a dry corpse. "Lunch. I haven't eaten yet." The wind fidgeted that he couldn't hear the boy, hear the word no, but hear the word "eat." "Pho?" "How did you know that?" "Every f*****g time you eat it." Pho is essentially Vietnam’s signature dish, comprising rice noodles in a flavourful soup with meat and various greens, plus a side of fermented fish or chilli sauce. A basic bowl contains beef or chicken, topped with bean sprouts, lime wedges, and fresh herbs such as basil, mint, cilantro, and onions. Depending on the restaurant or roadside stall, you can also opt for more exotic ingredients such as beef tendo, sach thinly-sliced pig stomach. Typically eaten for breakfas. Playing with this kid since he was a kid, yet you don't know the trick of eating it during the sunny afternoon; it's a beautiful breakfast from the people of Saigon every morning. But the only guy who had passed you was eating luncheon pho, and she ate it at 2-3 p.m. So much that you thought you were about to be the tip of the noodles. Besides these lines, you know the magnetic path to the noodle soup. Digging up the Saigon will only find the right place to sell noon, and you'll become good friends with your boss. With the release of 14 years, Saigon considers herself to be in a brighter, cleaner form, with different shops and different posters from considerable distances. How vividly that all make a Saigon in 1989. Two people used to Pho at the corner of the Ben Thanh Market, and then run over coffee Cheo Leo and tell every one of them a cup of ice coffee and a cup of milk at the end of the day. The noodle soup of the Pho is not Pho, it is precisely the dogs in waiting, and they have sat in the huddle of five on your feet and cried out a few begging times at a time; then how can they take their hearts, pick up a piece of meat in a bowl and drop it, and then a bunch of dogs, with a few thin slices of beef, and they felt pity.