10 years after my family moved house, we leave his town to the next town, a horizon for me it's totally new, no surprise I like the old days anymore, the story of childhood always taught me to live stronger, and when it then everything will be all right through!

Our house is not a small house located in a field of flowers lapis vast, endless again. Instead, a small guard house located deep in a narrow alley on Tran Quoc Hoan Cau Giay District.

On three said they would move to Hanoi to live, I'm not happy a thing. Just think of the scene set busiest streets noisy, dusty and I'm bored. But he's Ocean I transferred down there, so the whole family had to go, and besides it will ease to study my work. Even after a year moved to Hanoi, I passed the Foreign Language University.

Housing near campus so I can walk, but not to take the bus. Frankly, I was afraid to take the bus in Hanoi. Anh Duong is always busy with work at the company, sometimes dark new home. And three days is busy at work in a small restaurant, he initially Ocean I do not agree with the three about it. But the three say in three bored so they do not find a job to do. I am very much injured three, from mother to leave, he always lived wrong reverse, silently as a shadow so.

I also earned himself a job at a gentle rather small bookstore, located on Pham Van Dong, am going to school, I work way more. I think, create yourself busy, then I feel the days of his boring goes faster.

Memories and nostalgia about her, about the image of the town of my childhood, and of course you have your warm smile Pi my name anymore. Do you and I have silently admired from that date. All this is, in my opinion, is completely original as ever. I believe now in a distant place, Pi is living the happy days. And perhaps he never remembers me. Yet, I have forgotten where!

More of my work at a small bookstore, is lightweight, I just look book, or find help opening line of the book they want. Free time I'll be free to read their favorite books.

On an autumn afternoon in October, I walked to the bookstore. Deserted bookstore, while today it is a gorgeous day.

I arranged some strange pile of books lying neatly on a shelf, then holding the book "Life of Pi" up and read, I've read this book so many times already, but every time I picked it up again reading immediately.

- Hey, can you tell me a little bit was not asked? A warm voice sounded in my ear.

I looked up and surprising moment, a boy standing in front of her.

I'm slightly confused:

- Do you ... ask what? Can I help you?

- You please find for me the book "The fault in our star" by John Green is not?

- An emotional novel? I smiled.

- I think so, I buy the mother alone?

- Buy for your mother? I'm more surprised.

- Um ... He laughed.

- Your mom is special! I laughed!

- You will help me?

- Of course! But now that the book was out of stock. Sure to get you tomorrow.

- Mai is ... I'm a little busy! He kept a book was not for me, the last available I took.

I nodded in agreement with him.

I know that her son is one!

He learned the scientific name Duy Anh French, a very special person, at least for our girls. A guy captain of the school basketball team, a guy who speaks French like the wind, a guy with a smile like sunshine, why not rather special.

The first time I met Duy Anh is in that bookstore!

"You learn a foreign language?"

"I learn Russian"

"I studied French"

"I know"

"I still do not know his name?"

"Separated. Luu Ly"

"Name of a flower?"

"Sure you know what it means"

"Forget me not". He only laughed.

Me too.

It is the second time I spoke with Duy Anh, when I brought him books to the words I promised.

And from there ...

From the story ... about books, the paintings and the basketball game and Duy Anh helped me become who you are. Honestly I do not know what the size of basketball where numbness, how to play, scoring or famous players, something similar. Yet I can sit for hours to hear Duy Anh unhesitatingly about it.

I love watching basketball more Duy Anh, Anh Duy Cu play too. I once sat in court looking Duy Anh collective shadow, he asked me:

"Yuri likes to play basketball?"

"If it makes me high as Duy Anh"

He only laughed.

"So when Yuri wants, Duy Anh will help"

Talk more with Duy Anh, I also noticed that he is such a nice man but,'s not like rumors of people love about a guy coolboy fluent in French and played solid performer.

Duy Anh also loves watching me draw, I asked him why he liked. Only He just smiled, and then stared at my easel

"These paintings have to be a long drawn Vidudabha not?" Duy Anh asked me to see the pair of old paintings that I have painted for a long time!

"It must be 7, 8 years ago," I forced a smile

"What is this place?" He points to a painting of flower fields.

"The flowers of lapis, he had seen little house on the corner is not competitive? Past my house there."

"Oh that's interesting, how it is?"

He points to a picture of a smiling boy with a bunch of poor children in the neighborhood.

"A friend in the past," I replied with a tone of sadness Duy Anh Tenh.

"Where is he now?" He only asked.

"A very remote place"

"Separated wanted to see him again, right?"

I slowly nod!

"I trust that Ly will see him, in one day"

He only smiled, but his eyes toward the far left.

The peaceful autumn afternoon in Hanoi, I was walking along Duy Anh, then I sit in a corner somewhere in the park and painting, he is watching. Maybe an hour.

The picture that I drew the picture and gave it to the boy Pi my childhood, I have sometimes had to discard it burned, I can not live forever in the days, in the Register memories will never belong to them. But I say that exchange, the world has always existed fate. Who knows! One day I will meet him! I have always believed that!

***

I was born in the winter. But I hate winter. Hates. Re feeling numb cold bothered me immensely. I like the warm sunshine!

One cold morning, I could not drag myself out of the warm blankets. But one thing is certain thought, I got up.

I call Duy Anh, because he said that, on a certain morning, if I call him, it means that I'm ready for the workout ball. And today, somehow, I call him. But there is, Duy Anh shutdown. I'm skeptical, but I was still texting Duy Anh told him that I would wait at the training ground.

I do not train there and wait Duy Anh. I even has the picture again, I will donate Duy Anh.

I remained silent. And wait. Sometimes, my eyes glanced over training ground, see the tall figure that had not appeared. Then I look at the pictures, then I realized, something as familiar and much duplication. A smile duplicate and close softly brushed his heart.

***

I hate hospitals and I think extremely well so Duy Anh. That day, I was at the training ground to wait Duy Anh ball, but he did not come. I was angry and swore that he would not get him the pictures again, will not talk to him about the books anymore. Just to hear her say Duy Anh layers you are in the hospital. I'm confused too, I do not believe his ears. A healthy person playing a solid performer but also as Duy Anh on hospital day stars.

I do not believe, I do not believe I have repeated that statement in your subconscious like a lunatic so. Only until I saw Duy Anh dormant white hospital bed, he's around employing a maze of wires.

I asked my parents Duy Anh, it receives only silence from them.

"Duy Anh, wake up, Duy Anh"

...

"He did not want me to donate to his paintings all?"

...

"You have to teach me to play football, but Duy Anh"

Then I burst out crying!

Duy Anh sick too! There was a tumor in his brain, without surgery, then he would never regain consciousness, can not play, can not teach me to play ball. But if accepted, the surgical success rate is very small, just a little negligence occurs alone I will never see that warm smile again.

More than 10 years ago. Pi has left my life, not a goodbye. And now, if Duy Anh also leave my life. How I will, I will have to do what I like when most beloved, my turn to leave.

But do not give up, I'm still here and hope. Grandmother said: "Then everything will be all right." I believe so, but fear gripped just who I am.

...

"I will die". He only told me that, as soon as he wakes up

"So you have surgery"

"But maybe I'm still going to die"

"Do you know the meaning of my name instead of flowers Duy Anh?"

He only laughed.

"Forget me not"

"He ignored me for what?"

"Of course khongbao now"

I said, clutching the hand of Duy Anh

"So let's hope not only okay, I'll wait for you! Believe me, then everything will be all right"