The monsoon in Indochina has never been peaceful.
But being restless has its advantages, for example, now, after a rain, the mountains are lush green and the sunset glows brilliantly.
The gentle grass on the top of Daqili Mountain is covered with thick moisture-proof mats, on which various snacks are placed.
The woman in the light blue dress tied her hair into a long braid and placed it on her chest. She held a paintbrush in her hand and quietly painted the towering mountains, white clouds and flying birds in the distance under the setting sun.
A few steps away from her, a short-haired man in jungle camouflage had a strong and handsome profile. He lowered his head and fiddled with the wreath in his hand. Beside him was the MP5 with a bunch of wild flowers stuck on the muzzle.
Baru's clumsy fingers were really not capable of doing delicate work. After trying for a long time, he still couldn't turn the bouquet into a wreath. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. In the end, he simply took out his saber, went to cut some branches not far away, scraped off the soft bark, rubbed it with his hands, and directly tied several thin branches into a ring with the bark, and inserted the flowers one by one into it. It did look quite interesting.
"Wife, this is for you." The man ran to Nanxi like offering a treasure and put the slightly rough wreath on her head.
The beautiful face and the delicate flowers complement each other, so beautiful that all the mountains pale in comparison.
"It's so beautiful." The man held her face and kissed her hard, making a blushing sound.
"Hateful." Nanxi glared at him coquettishly, "I haven't finished painting yet, don't disturb me."
The man knew nothing about art, and he scratched his head and frowned at the "semi-finished product" in her hand.
"What are you painting? A mountain?"
"Hmm. Let's see, what do you think?"
"Quite similar." The man gave a fair comment.
"Okay, aren't you going to make barbecue for me? Go ahead, I'm a little hungry. By the time you're done, I'll have finished painting." Nanxi knew that he wasn't interested in talking to him about this, so it would be better to send him to work.
"Okay, wife, wait." Balu kissed her on the cheek again, turned around and went to fix the stove.
Meng Ge's injuries in China have almost healed. He has also met with senior officials there and reached some political consensus. I believe there will be action soon. There are not many days left for him to relax like this, so he should stick with her for one day at a time.
A new batch of even higher-quality D-goods has recently appeared in Southeast Asia. Some in ASEAN suspect they are entering the market from ports in Myanmar. Myanmar's favorability in ASEAN has hit a new low. If this trend continues, marginalization by other ASEAN countries is a foreseeable outcome. When that happens, what will become of Myanmar?
Nan Xiaoxi said, when a country prospers, the people suffer; when a country perishes, the people suffer.
However, I would rather be a dog in prosperous times than a man in troubled times.
Myanmar cannot continue to be in such chaos.
The man raised his eyes, looked at the river town, farmland and market in the distance, then looked at his quiet little wife beside him. His Adam's apple rolled, he pursed his lips and went to work.
Just as I finished setting up the charcoal stove, the phone in my pocket rang.
"Alu." It was Yingbai's voice. "How are you doing lately?"
The man raised his eyebrows and said, "At least he's not dead."
The person on the other end smiled and said, "I thought you would be more restrained after such a big change. It seems I was overthinking it."
"Well, go to bed early next time. Staying up late will indeed cause neurasthenia, especially for bachelors like you who have no wives. You worry about things that you shouldn't worry about all day long." The man said while fanning himself with a piece of cardboard.
"You bastard, are you crazy?" The man on the other end finally couldn't stand it anymore and cursed.
"I'm lucky I can answer your call." Baru's face darkened.
"My brother Meng just saved his life, and your father is already flirting with Sakun from afar. If I had known you two were ungrateful, I would never have given you a way to get arms."
"Alu, calm down." The person on the other end listened to him finish cursing before speaking.
"My father has no other choice. He's in a difficult situation right now. If he openly supports U Meng at this time, wouldn't that be opposing the Aung Hsien Lok government? It would easily lead to speculation that the two countries are at odds.
Don't worry, he's just pretending and won't really have any substantive cooperation with Sakun. As soon as Wu Meng comes back and sits in the office chair in the military building, I will convince my father to publicly declare his support for him."
"Hmph." Baru threw away the cardboard in his hand and sat on the ground. "My brother Meng will definitely sit in that chair, but when the time comes, who the hell cares about your statement? You act like your father is qualified to sit at the negotiation table with China. Where's the nerve to do that?"
"Wu Meng went to China?" The person on the other end obviously didn't expect this, and his tone couldn't hide his surprise.
"He's a legitimate Chinese son-in-law. Is there anything wrong with him accompanying his wife back to her parents' home?"
The person on the other end of the phone paused for a few seconds. "Alu, we've been brothers for so many years, you should know that I won't make bets casually, so don't worry, Sakun, he won't be a player in this gambling game. My cards won't be dealt to him."
Baru's dark, tense face radiated a sinister aura. "If you want me to die, you'll need a lot of capital. I always play big."
"Is one military achievement enough to propel you to the second-in-command position in the Burmese military? Regardless of whether Wu Meng can take the first position, the second-in-command position will definitely be yours."
Balu picked up a stick from the ground and poked the pile of smoldering coals.
boom--
In an instant, the blazing flames shot out fierce flames, and the flames danced, burning the surrounding air to boiling.
"Okay." He agreed immediately, "Tell me about it."
"A new type of drug has appeared on the Thai market. It is purer than before and more harmful to people. Once addicted, people are ruined.
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