The starless and moonless night is the perfect time for ghosts to roam freely.
Three battalion commanders who rebelled in the suburbs of Yangon died in a strange kneeling position at the door of their base, naked, with talismans representing the suppression of evil spirits carved on their chests and backs with a knife.
As the morning light grew, rumors that the mutineers were cursed by the gods had spread throughout the camp.
In a Buddhist country, if there is anything that can capture people's hearts more than the government, it must be the cause and effect as told by the gods.
Traitors will go to hell and their retribution in this life will not last overnight.
At the same time, duds were thrown at the gates of the residences of almost all powerful officials in Naypyidaw.
Although none of them exploded, no one can guarantee that the next one will not explode.
This bomb had already exploded in the hearts of cabinet officials, and there were even countless more hanging high above their foreheads, following them like shadows.
Several officials did not even dare to enter the government building the next day. They simply took sick leave and hid in the countryside with their families.
When gods fight, mortals suffer.
When the cabinet government competes with the military, it always loses more than it wins. What's more, soldiers are always straightforward, rude and impulsive. If they provoke you, they will just use mortars and bombs to attack you. They are too lazy to think about those conspiracies and tricks. If something is fried, they will just rebuild the stove and cook again. It is simple and efficient.
Early in the morning, Balu took a shower in the guest room and tiptoed to open the bedroom door to have another full meal. Suddenly, his wife opened her eyes, and even her hair was ruffled.
The man's hand froze in mid-air as he lifted the quilt. His brain raced, and he coughed dryly.
"It's still early, baby, sleep a little longer. Come, let your husband hold you while you sleep."
The person on the bed closed his eyes, took a deep breath for two seconds, and then opened them again.
"My waist hurts so much, my legs hurt, my whole body hurts." She was so angry that she almost cried.
"I was wrong, wife, I will definitely restrain myself next time." The man shamelessly got into bed and hugged his angry wife in his arms.
"Come, just give it a kiss, husband."
"If you dare to touch me again, we'll break up, Balu, you bastard. I can't serve you anymore. Find someone else." She reached out to push the man's chest.
Baru's dark eyes darkened, his thin lips pursed tightly, he said nothing, just stared at her pink and delicate face.
Nanxi didn't hear his muddled voice for a long time. She raised her eyes and met his eyes as deep as a cold pond. She was startled and withdrew her hand.
"Why...why are you looking at me like that..."
"You just said you wanted to break up?" His voice was a little cold.
"I...I...just said it casually. Who told you to hurt me..." Nanxi was a little scared. She swallowed and shrank into the quilt.
"Xixi, you can't just say breaking up casually. If you say it too much, it will become true." He pulled her out of the quilt with a serious face.
"You've grown into my bones, how can we be separated? If we're separated, I'll die." He suddenly couldn't even hear the word, and held her little face with his big hands, "Wife, let's be good, okay? We won't be separated for the rest of our lives, okay?"
Nanxi pouted and glared at him, then obediently lay in his arms, her nose instantly filled with his scent.
"Then you can't bully me. You didn't stop even though I was crying."
"Nan Xiaoxi, you are really useless. You cry when it's been a long time, and you cry when you use a little effort. You cry even when you have GC. You cry two out of three times. And you still have the nerve to say that. I studied war but never studied why you cry so sadly." The man was amused and distressed. He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head.
"Then next time if I hurt you, just tell me directly, okay?"
"Did you listen to me? You're like you're possessed by a demon." Nanxi felt even more aggrieved.
"Then you can pinch me and hit me, is that okay?"
"I didn't pinch or hit you? You even told me to hit you hard."
The man's chest heaved and he chuckled. "You were enjoying it, weren't you? You ungrateful little bastard, you turned your back on me after you had your fun. You even plowed the land and didn't let the cows graze. You're really something."
"You have no shame." Nanxi's face flushed red at his harsh words, "Just shut up."
The man lay down on his back and held the person in his arms with one hand.
Nanxi lay on his chest, listening quietly to his strong heartbeat.
"You haven't come back all night, go get some sleep." The little woman said softly.
"Yeah." Balu was indeed a little tired. After responding, he closed his eyes and said no more.
Nanxi woke up, looked up at his resolute and handsome face, stretched out her slender fingers, and traced his deep contours one by one.
It is a habit developed by her profession. She likes to see the outline of people's bones through the mottled light and shadow, penetrating the surface of flesh.
His brow bones, nose bridge, cheekbones, every part is in perfect proportion, close to the golden ratio. Beneath that strong bone is a sincere and passionate heart.
Although she didn't know what he did at night, Nanxi knew it was definitely not a trivial matter.
During those troubled times, she was always worried and frightened when she woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't see the people around her.
Especially when Mengge suddenly disappeared, and Sister-in-law Zhenzhen, such a delicate woman, was shot twice for her child, her life or death was uncertain, she was even more frightened.
She woke up in the middle of the night yesterday and didn't see him, but she didn't even dare to call him, for fear that his signal would be captured, for fear that he would answer the phone and be discovered by a sniper, for fear that the vibration of the phone would affect the speed at which he pulled the trigger. There were too many things to worry about.
He walks on the edge of life and death every day, and she walks on thin ice every day.
Just like what Zhen Zhen's sister-in-law said, if you fall in love with such men and enjoy their passionate love, you must be prepared to live in fear every day and be prepared to die with them in the fire.
As many flames as there are ashes.
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