"When you are still at home, you must obey your father's words, when you get married, you must follow your husband's words, when your husband dies, you must obey your children."

 "How is it called Four virtues?"

 "Four virtues must be present in a woman: Cong, Dung, Ngon and Hanh."

The date of marriage has been decided, it is said that the father is the one who decides to choose the zodiac date.

 A few days later, my mother was very kind to me. My mother constantly reminded me that after I got married, I was no longer a member of this family, I had to be filial to my husband's parents and help my husband raise children.

When you get married, you have to keep yourself pure, faithful wholehearted...

 I pretended to understand without understanding, embarrassed and bewildered. I wanted to ask if the groom was a cousin, but then dared not ask.

 On the day I got on the flower palanquin, my mother personally combed my hair, tears rolling down her mother's face full of makeup. Mom said, hope I never have to go back home again.

Then I'll never see my mother again? I swooped into my mother's lap, mother and daughter hugged each other and cried.

 My brother who is three years younger than me is also very nostalgic when he has to part with his sister. I told him "I'm gone, you remember to take care of my parents for me." His younger brother was still young, but when he heard her advice, he nodded very strongly and decisively. In my heart, for the first time, I also secretly considered the little boy as a true "man".

Only, I didn't see my father.

  When I wear a the red hijab on my head, my mother always told me, no matter what, don't take it off yourself.

  I nodded. Thanks to the light outside, I could see a pair of lovebirds embroidered on the hijab. It is said that the lovebird is a very emotional bird, never changing its mates in life, always loving each other, forever inseparable.

  The couple embroidered on the other scarf seemed to want to fly up... I imagined the image of the bridegroom is cousin, he and I were like a couple of lovebirds.

  Thinking about that, I felt my heart was restless, in addition to that there was a bit of joy mixed with shyness of a daughter getting married for the first time.

  When I was sitting still on the flower palanquin, a deep voice said, "Let's go!"

Is was my father's voice

Suddenly I feel very sad. I remembered my father who rarely smiled. At this moment, I don't know if the father has any compassion for his daughter or not.

 The moment I felt the swing of the flower palanquin was also the moment when I knew that I was leaving the home that had raised me for the past fifteen years, and perhaps for the rest of my life, I would never have the chance to meet my relatives anymore.

 I closed my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks. Tears wet the towel I was holding in my hand.

From the time I was born until the age of fifteen, I never once stepped foot outside the gate. This first time "going" out made me curious.

 I don't know, what kind of world is outside that high wall.

 I wanted to lift my hand up to steal the hood to see, but remembering my mother's advice, I tried to hold back.

 Mother has told me, absolutely not to let the hijab fall, it is a sign of bad luck.

I have to obey my mother's instructions, I have to act like a young lady of a well-to-do family, understand etiquette and obey.

 So, until I got off the flower palanquin and worshiped heaven and earth, I always proved to be an extremely meek and dignified bride.

Busy throughout the day, my whole body is numb, I am both tired and hungry. Finally, I was taken to the wedding room.

The last night at home, my mother came, intended to tell me what would happen after the ritual, wanted to explain to me what the room was, but she hesitated and did not speak. I widened my eyes, surprised to ask my mother: "What do you want to say?". Mom stammered to say, but then stopped: "Nothing, tomorrow you will find out".

Although my whole body ached, I still tried to sit upright on the edge of the bed, not daring to move. Will I know it at today? I'm not think too much.

  At this moment, in the candlelit room, I was alone. I lowered my head, trying to see if I could see anything behind the hijab? But an unfamiliar bed and my nervously clasped hands, nothing else.

I miss home, miss my mother, I want to cry but I don't dare.

 Finally, when I couldn't hold it any longer, I fell asleep in a hazy.

 It was very late at night, someone pushed the door and entered the room. I immediately woke up and sat up straight.

He seemed to be walking towards me, then stopped. Through the slit under the hijab, I could see a pair of very large legs. I was so nervous that my whole body shook.

 My mind then went blank. A flash of light flashed before my eyes, the shawl pulled down rudely.

 I let out a natural cry, leaning back slightly, eyes widening in the direction of the person who had pulled the hijab down.

 My heart ached a little - not a cousin!

 But also a young man, delicate face with red lips and white teeth.