This week, something big happened in northern Myanmar.
A military mutiny occurred within the Kachin Army and the Mongla Army. The officers who held real power led their troops directly into the commander's house and killed the commander and his confidants. The two armies coordinated and launched feint attacks on each other. Then they fought all night and expanded their territory to twice its original size. Now the two rebellious officers have sent letters themselves to notify the armed forces in northern Myanmar.
The military has always pretended to be blind, but the Naypyidaw government jumped out to acknowledge the identities of the two commanders and issued commendations.
In the quiet little village, Nanxi sat in the yard, curiously watching the little girl from the neighbor's house rubbing tobacco leaves. The ten-year-old girl was already a laborer here. Even though she was paid to stay at the neighbor's house with this beautiful aunt, she still couldn't stop the small work in her hands.
Nanxi looked at her small hands, which were already covered with calluses. The black dirt in the cracks seemed to be impossible to wash away no matter how hard she tried. It had grown deep inside, becoming one with her hands and accompanying them for a lifetime. Suddenly, she understood what her husband had said.
"Baby, everyone here is suffering and living in the mud. You can't sympathize with them."
Whether it was the little girl in front of him, her blind grandmother, the grandfather whose leg was broken by a drug dealer, or the father who died from drug abuse...
There are too many. People die every day in northern Myanmar. It is shrouded in thick dark clouds every day. Horrific things happen every day. There is no land here where bones are not buried.
Only then did she understand why her husband, after listening to her recite so many poems, was obsessed with the line "Restoring the old mountains and rivers", and asked her to recite it whenever he had time.
He really is like a passionate and enthusiastic child, doing his best to protect his mother.
Outside the courtyard, Balut, a bandit, squatted on a small hill and smoked a cigarette. No matter how long he had been in the high-rise buildings of Yangon, as long as he came back here, he was still the cunning and treacherous "evil dragon of northern Myanmar".
"I didn't expect that these two bastards were actually successful. They are smart and know how to cooperate. Not bad." The commander Jun had an appreciative smile on his face. He didn't expect that by accident, Zawan had actually found two useful people.
"General, regarding the matter of fighting the Shan State Army..." Zawan took the opportunity to test the other party's attitude.
"Just wait, as long as you cooperate with me to accomplish this great task, I will give you the arsenal in Wanan as a reward. How much territory you can acquire depends entirely on your own ability.
But remember this, in northern Myanmar, you can rob anyone for money or territory, but if you dare to collude with foreigners and bring in foreign invaders from northern Myanmar, I will kill you with my own hands, no matter what rat hole you hide in.
"General, don't worry. I am your soldier. No matter who we fight, I have to defend your territory. This will never change." Zawan promised solemnly.
Baru waved his hand. "It's been five days. Tonight is the last few hours of the agreed deadline. Go and prepare. Remember, everything must be foolproof..."
Dinner was still Burmese food prepared by the little girl and the young wife of another neighbor. Even after so many years, Nanxi still couldn't get used to it. Balu looked at his wife who only ate a few spoonfuls of dinner, not even as much as the birds in the forest, and his brows never relaxed.
He ate a few quick bites and walked out without saying a word.
Nanxi had gotten used to his weird comings and goings these days, and didn't pay much attention to it.
Half an hour later, the man came in holding a bowl of noodles as if presenting a treasure.
"Baby, come and eat noodles. Your husband made them for you personally. They must be delicious."
The woman who was playing with a spoon boredly had surprise in her eyes as she looked at her husband. He still had a smell of smoky coal smoke on him, and his resolute and handsome face was full of anticipation, like a child waiting to be praised.
She raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Wow, honey, it looks delicious. How did you know I wanted to eat noodles?"
"You haven't eaten properly for three days. I'm so sad. I'm sorry, honey. I'll try my best to come back and cook for you next time." The man pushed the noodles in front of her and said, "Eat."
Nanxi smiled coquettishly, "My husband is still the best, but you are so busy, there is no need to rush over, I'm fine."
It was just a bowl of noodles without any special ingredients, and even the knife skills were extremely rough, but Nanxi still happily ate half a bowl. It must be said that although the food made by Ba Xiaolu did not look very good, the taste was still quite suitable for her appetite.
"I can't eat anymore, husband." The spoiled wife pushed the bowl of noodles to her husband as a matter of course.
Seeing that she had eaten half a bowl of noodles, knowing that it was her limit for dinner, the man grinned.
"Then I'll eat it."
He finished the remaining noodles in no time and then went out for a walk with his wife.
"Honey, the air here is actually quite good. You don't have to worry about me not being able to adapt. When I was a child, my grandfather retired and took me back to the village to stay for a few days whenever he had a holiday. I loved it..."
Nanxi comforted her worried husband, knowing that he had been busy with things outside and worried about her these days, so she tried her best to reassure him.
"Well, I get it, baby. I'm going out tonight and may not be able to come back, but I'll let Pamp stay to look after you. He's calm and smart, so he'll definitely be able to protect you.
Zawan's main force is deployed nearby, no one dares to come over. No matter what noise you hear, don't be afraid. I will rush back as soon as possible."
The man gave the instructions in a deep voice. Although his words were all foolproof, his tone was still thick with worry.
"I know, husband, don't worry, I will protect myself." Nanxi hugged his arm, inserted her slender white fingers into his fingers, and let his rough fingers gently caress her small hand.
There is a winding river beside me, green mountains on both sides, birds singing and insects chirping in my ears. It is a quiet and peaceful little village, but I don’t know what kind of bloody night will come.
…
As night fell, several military vehicles drove out of the village, followed by armed guards patrolling everywhere.
After watching her husband leave, the little woman's face suddenly turned cold. She walked to the table and took out paper and pen.
There was no chessboard here, so she drew a rough sketch on paper herself. The longitude and latitude were interwoven like the web of heaven and earth, and the black and white were clearly distinguished like the game between good and evil. She held the pen in her bare hands, and in less than half an hour, on a small piece of paper, the two sides were fighting against each other. The scene was tense, and every step was extremely dangerous.
"Xixi, why are you cheating again? If you do this again, Grandpa won't be polite. I've already given in to you several times..."
Her grandfather's doting voice seemed to be right next to her ears. From childhood to adulthood, she had always been a little naughty. No matter who she played chess with at home, she would insist that the other party let her go three times, and she would use all kinds of small tricks to cheat, and in the end she would not give up until she won by cheating.
"Xixi, playing chess is like being a person, you have to follow the right path. You can't keep being so shameless..." Occasionally, when her father was in the mood, he would play a game with her, but she was still shameless. No matter how many times her father told her, the desire to win had been instilled in her since she was a child, and she had to do everything she could to win.
Whack…
A teardrop fell on the paper, blurring the tiny black spot, and the ink gradually dissolved in the undried tear.
"No, Grandpa, Dad, I'm still going to cheat this time. I don't care, I want to win..."
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