The rainy season in Yangon is long and broken, and the sound of raindrops is like the longing that tortures people's hearts.
In the Shwedagon Pagoda, beneath the majestic Buddha statue, a man in a brick-red cassock devoutly recites scriptures day after day. Although he has shaved his head, one can still see that the roots of his hair are all white.
Burmese men must undergo a monk ceremony in their lifetime to serve the Buddha. However, the rebellious men who grew up in military camps have never disdained this tradition.
But three years ago, when his wife was due, he ran to the delivery room of the hospital without telling anyone. He watched one newborn and mother after another being pushed out. He waited all night, but his wife did not show up. Finally, he collapsed and smashed the wall in the deserted stairwell.
When Biaozi and Fuchai found him, they were both heartbroken. The handsome, mighty, and strong man had his black hair turned completely white overnight.
His eyes were red, and he grabbed the doctor coming out of the delivery room like crazy and asked,
"How is my wife? Did she give birth? Did she cry? Is she in pain? Did she look for me?..."
Biaozi and Fucai also collapsed, and wanted to drag the person away with tears in their eyes, but he ignored them, his eyes were distracted, and he looked around like a headless fly.
"Xixi...wife...where are you? My husband is here..."
"Wife... baby... are you scared?... it must be in so much pain..."
The man lost his mind due to anger and almost smashed the hospital. Finally, Wu Meng ordered someone to give him a sedative and take him to the temple.
The place where the golden Buddha shines, the mysterious and peaceful pure land, soothed the man's anxious mood that was about to go crazy.
The master with a kind face looked at him intently.
His eyes were withered as he looked at the half-closed Buddha statue above his head.
"Why doesn't he open his eyes?" Baru asked in a hoarse voice.
"He couldn't bear to see the suffering in the world," the master replied.
"Will it not be painful if I don't see you?"
"After suffering, there is sweetness."
"Then what's the use of him? Why do you worship him? People have to rely on themselves." The man muttered to himself with cracked lips.
"Yes, so, you are him, and he is you. The Buddha has no form, yet he creates all forms. He saves all living beings, and the Buddha enters Nirvana..."
"I don't believe in Buddhism..." The man lying there sneered.
If the Buddha is truly merciful, how could he let him endure the pain of losing his beloved?
"Just believe in yourself..." The master still looked at him with compassion.
"I don't want to live anymore. Life in this world is too hard, but I can't let go of my wife..." A tear fell from the man's eyes and landed on the bluestone slab at the feet of the Buddha, which had been worshipped by thousands of believers.
"After suffering, there is sweetness..."
The conversation seemed to have returned to the starting point, but it also seemed not to be.
"Master, please help me shave my head..."
In this way, the man shaved off his white hair and put on robes. Every year after the war and before the rainy season, he would come to the temple with a solemn and murderous air, bathe, burn incense, chant scriptures and meditate.
He is the most unique monk in the temple. No one cares about him. He never begs for alms and ignores the believers and tourists who come into the temple. He even holds military meetings in his robes from time to time, and is always accompanied by armed guards.
But he didn't care. This once-a-year service was not for spiritual practice, not for enlightenment, not for the afterlife, but only for his wife, wishing her peace.
This is my third time entering the temple to practice, and the one-month period has expired.
The man put down the scriptures, bowed respectfully, said goodbye to his master, and turned to walk towards the small room in the backyard.
Behind him were stern-looking guards with guns.
When the door opened again, the handsome Buddhist monk in a cassock was gone. Standing at the door was the tall and majestic commander-in-chief of the Yangon Military Region in military uniform. He would also be the highest-ranking official of the government army and would soon officially take office in the Myanmar Military Government Office Building.
At that time, Wu Meng will step down, and the nearly sixty-year-old Chairman of the National Defense and Security Council will replace him as the new leader of the military government. However, everyone knows that this young general with outstanding military achievements, who serves as the commander-in-chief of four military regions and controls the most elite troops of the government army, is the real ruler of the army and the well-deserved uncrowned king of the Irrawaddy River Basin.
It was only because he was too young and did not want to sit in that position that he pushed Su Damin out as a puppet.
"Along, Brother Meng's car is almost here, let's go over there quickly." Zhan Peng, who was waiting outside, saw him come out and stepped forward to speak.
For three years, no matter how busy they were, the brothers would fly over to pick him up at the door on the day he left the temple. This was a bond of affection they had never expressed in words. They were not family, but they were better than family.
Na Tu has been equipped with prosthetic limbs, dressed in a suit and tie, and has transformed into a successful businessman. He cooperates with Sun Cheng in the business world and has become a famous wealthy businessman.
He patted Baru's shoulder and said, "I've already had the military supplies you requested shipped to northern Myanmar. They'll be put into storage tonight."
"Yeah." Baru nodded and patted his chest.
"Alu, spare some time tonight. I'll have a reporter from the Yangon Daily News come over to do a military interview to publicize your actions. We can't just work and not say anything. With such a big news group, shouldn't they sing the praises of heroes like you?"
Sun Cheng also chatted with a smile. After Nanxi disappeared, he changed his bad habit of debauchery and devoted himself to his career. His relationship with Balu and others also changed from acquaintances to brothers.
"No need. My wife values her News Corporation the most. Don't mess it up, or you'll have to deal with me when you come back." Baru hit his shoulder again and said in a deep voice.
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