The years when I was deceived into northern Myanmar

I gained a period of freedom. During this period, I didn’t need to think about the situation in northern Myanmar or the psychology in the east. I could completely let myself go and think whatever I wanted.

Just like, I have thought about the sentence "When people get old, their buttocks are loose and they fail to succeed in anything they do", it is probably not about "people don't rely on their muscles and bones for strength", but "I am old and too lazy to argue with you. If Giving in will keep me quiet for a while, so give in.'

I have also thought that being young and mature and lacking in scheming may not be a good thing. This is likely to be a double-edged sword. While it can achieve success for you, it may also result in all your research results being picked as fruits. What's more, it will It happens that the people in power know that you are capable, but they don’t take advantage of you just because you are young. At that time, there was no happiness. I was afraid that I would not get a chance, so I just wanted to rebel.

If all my random thoughts are true, would Wang Mang, who has always been suspected of being a time traveler, really be young and old, depressed and frustrated when he rebelled?
Look, I thought about everything, I dared to think about everything, but I didn’t think about the Wa State or the people around me.

Because I don't want to think about it anymore.

There is a feeling that after the thought of 'resigning' comes into my mind, I don't want to stay in my original employer for a minute. Even if people all over the world say that if I leave eastern Myanmar, the building will collapse, then I still want to leave.

Grass grew in my heart, just like my soul was being incinerated along with myself holding the scepter. When the dark matter in my body was completely incinerated, power, money, and desire could no longer be If there is any attraction for me, like many middle-aged men, I will start to become more and more home-loving as I get older.

It wasn't even a feeling, but a 'request' that was ready to come out from the bottom of my heart.

However, as the king of eastern Myanmar, I cannot shout out loud and have to use various means to achieve it.

"Master?"

"Master Xu!"

"After the turmoil in Eastern Shan State, they asked us, the Wa State, to intervene in the political situation and help them clean up the security situation that could not be dealt with in time. Now Banbula and Yangrong are in Bangkang and are handling the matter urgently. Do you have anything to say?"

"I've told you that you can't wake up my grandfather like this. Didn't the psychiatrist Annie brought us say that our grandfather is either ill or has completely refused to communicate with the outside world..."

When the cluttered sounds ring in my ears, I feel annoyed. The 'surrounding' and 'being valued' that I used to regard as treasures are now like burdens, disturbing my purity.

I just want to be quiet for a while, isn’t this also okay?
"Master?"

"Master..."

"The superiors have decided to allow you to go back. Look at this!"

When this voice came to my ears...

Swish.

It was as if my three souls and seven souls had all returned to their places. There was light gathering in front of my eyes, followed by the dazzling discomfort of the light. When I squinted my eyes slightly to adapt to the light, I found that at this moment, I was lying on a bed. In a ward.

Turning around again, I saw Annie shaking her cell phone at me.

……

It was a sunny morning, and I returned to the real world as if I was reborn. I saw a photo of a man wearing glasses on Annie’s mobile phone. Then the camera moved to his face and turned into a 3D animation, with a scalpel. After cutting and filling his face, the boy's appearance changed.

and many more!

Isn't this me?
Isn’t this nonsense!

I was about to open my mouth to speak, but my body seemed not ready and I immediately started coughing.

Cough!

Cough~cough…cough!

Also retching.

"Master, you're awake!"

"doctor!"

"Doctor! Master Xu is awake!"

When I turned over and retched, Annie slapped me on the back. I quickly raised my hand to stop her and said with great effort: "Next time, remember, when others are retching or vomiting... don't slap them." "

I didn't spit anything out, so Annie helped me back to the hospital bed.

Immediately afterwards, footsteps were heard throughout the corridor. The doctor came over with a flashlight to shine into my eyes. Then several green soldiers entered the room and lifted me from the hospital bed to another movable bed. God, I was always being pushed back and forth between various examination instruments in the hospital.

However, my feeling ended here, because after so many days of thinking about nothing in bed, my entire spiritual world was exhausted, so I tilted my head and fell asleep.

It was like... when I turned off the lights and watched a movie in the villa's audio-visual room, I happened to catch up with the power outage. I mean, I'm not someone who watches movies in a video room, I'm in a moment of total darkness.

Like a power outage.

……

Call ~
Call ~
I'll fuck you!
……

When I regained consciousness, I was awakened by the words I had spoken in my sleep.

I had completely forgotten my dream. Anyway, I was fighting someone in a very dangerous environment, and then I opened my mouth and cursed like this.

After scolding, I heard my own voice, and when I turned over, I heard my own snoring.

But after lying like this for a while, I opened my eyes again and saw the stars in the sky outside the window...

I finally woke up completely this night, as if I had never slept so well in my life. After I woke up, I never wanted to close my eyes again.

"elder brother!"

"elder brother!!"

I saw Bourgea with hair like a chicken coop beside the bed. I don’t know how long he had been guarding me. This guy’s whole face was oily.

As soon as I woke up, this guy almost made me angry: "Brother, why do you feel pain?"

He cared about me, and he didn't take care of the patients very much for fear that I would feel uncomfortable, but his words sounded like he was pulling out the wooden thorns on my hand in the mountains, which was so uncomfortable.

But this time I didn't scold him. I stretched out my hand to him like a real brother and patted him on the face. Only then did he react, and when he stood up and was about to shout out the door, I opened my mouth and interrupted: "Hey!"

Only then did Burea look at me...

I explained: "Let me take a break. I don't want to be pushed around the hospital for examinations again."

I spoke without coughing. Apart from the feeling that I had lost all my strength, I was in a very full spirit.

Bujea was speechless. He looked at me and the door with his eyes, as if he was thinking whether he should listen to me or not.

I changed the subject: "How many days have you been guarding me?"

Brea held out four fingers.

I raised my head and saw the nutrient solution hanging in the hanging bottle, and then I understood why I hadn't woken up for so many days and still didn't feel hungry.

I have seen this thing before. When I and Brother Huo went to see a social elder who had his esophagus stabbed with a knife and could not eat, this thing was hanging on his hospital bed. He also said that this is when enteral nutrition cannot meet the nutritional needs. Damn, it seems to include glucose, trace elements, amino acids, fat emulsion, vitamins and so on.

"Then how long have I been unconscious like this?"

Bujea slowly sat down, first stretched out a whole palm to represent the number 'five', then stretched out two fingers of the other hand, and finally, the two hands came together.

I made him laugh angrily and cursed: "Are you mute?"

Only then did Burea open his mouth and said: "Yang Rong said that I have a loud voice and asked me to try not to talk in the ward so as not to disturb you."

This brat...

My eyes suddenly became hot.

"Sit, sit there."

I rubbed my face with my hands and wiped it around my eyes. I didn't know if my eyelashes were wet or not, so people could tell.

"How is the Wa state?"

When I asked this question, I no longer paid much attention to it, but this kind of worry has become a habit of mine.

"Brother, the Wa State has not changed much. After you fell ill, Yang Rong withdrew from the front line, and Banbula also returned to Bangkang from Mengbo. The two of them, plus Zhang Wenhe, are now in charge of Bangkang."

"We were still talking on the phone after you woke up during the day. Zhang Wenhe said, so that you don't have to worry about the current situation. All the forces around you have made you afraid. When you get sick here, all the northern and southern Shan states are in a state of tension, for fear of your sneak attack. them."

"By the way, there is also Kogan. Li Ge is now leading his troops to deal with Kogan's stragglers. I originally wanted to deal with these people when I led the troops to attack the county town, but as soon as you fell ill, I no longer wanted to fight..."

Bujea lowered his head as he spoke.

I laughed and scolded: "You are a big man, you have already established a family, what are you doing?"

Burea looked at me and said, "Brother, I only have you and Yang Rong left."

"go with!"

"Go, go, go!"

"You kid, why do you seem to have come to my wake?"

My scolding finally gave Burea some energy, and he quickly defended himself and said, "Do you blame me? You don't even know how scary you are lying on the hospital bed!"

"We, a group of people, have shouted so loudly that you can't even hear us. Yet we can still blink and breathe. It's like we are the living dead."

"Do you know how scared I was at that moment..."

Burea can't lie, and he doesn't need to lie. He has become a teacher and is living a life of his own. He doesn't even need to let others see his vulnerability.

I looked at those eyes full of sincerity, not knowing how to express my emotions. My father, Huo Laosan, and Lao Qiao all taught me many things, but they didn't teach me how to express them.

All of us are under the same tradition, inheriting the personality of being shy to express. It seems that 'hold it back when you pee' is the orthodoxy, and it seems that 'what are you crying for' can reflect masculinity...

But what I want to say at this moment is: "Thank you."

I was surprised.

I was surprised that I actually said these two words, and I was surprised that I was actually expressing my emotions like this.

Bujea was stunned.

He raised his head and looked at me, with red eyes and said, "Brother, what are you talking about?"

I quickly turned my head away: "I'm thanking God for letting me have a brother like you."

I don’t know why I was so shy when asked by Burea after saying this, and had to ramble on.

Burea slowly looked away and said: "Brother, you are a little different today than usual." He was talking about the me before, but he never believed in God.

Yes.

It's not the same anymore.

The old me never feared ghosts and gods, but only cared about people's hearts. I didn't understand what the right way of heaven was, and I was an obvious person with vested interests.

In my eyes, interests are greater than human life, greater than family affection, greater than everything else, so I am the king.

But I let go of all this, and made a complete decision in my heart to let go of it all, as if I had closed the valve that was constantly sending poison into my body.

After I burned my body that was so poisoned that it turned purple...

It turns out that I am alive like this, or in other words, the illusion I often saw in the reflection of the glass is so dead! (End of chapter)