Northern Myanmar: Years of Dehumanization

"Do you know what it means to be more timid when you are close to home?"

"I'm a rough man. I don't know what you're talking about, but I know that if you continue like this, we should have lunch..."

Ading looked at me and said this.

When I heard Ading say this, I felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

I decided right away to wear this outfit.

The two of us drove, following my memory and of course the navigation, and spent several hours to arrive at the small mountain village that I remembered.

The only thing is that when I came to this village, a lot of changes had taken place.

The originally dilapidated houses have become beautiful two-story houses, with cars parked at the door.

It seems that more than ten years of development have indeed made the village prosperous.

As soon as the car drove a little further inside, we saw people from the "Intelligence Bureau" pointing at our car.

The so-called "Intelligence Bureau" refers to the old men and women who often sit and chat at the entrance of the village. If they find out about it, it will not take more than a few minutes for everyone in the village to know about it.

When I see these old men and old ladies, I seem to see my parents. They should be about the same age, right?

Thinking of this, he touched the bank card in his pocket.

This time, when I get home, I won’t leave.

It is a good choice to support your parents and show filial piety while they are still alive.

Naturally, I did not choose to ask those old men and women questions. Otherwise, I might not get anything out of them, but would be questioned to the point of being completely ignorant. This would not be worth it.

Thinking of this, I continued driving.

It’s not that I have forgotten where my home is, but the structure here has changed and I really can’t find where my home is.

I met a middle-aged man on the village street. He stopped the car, rolled down the window, and asked:

"Uncle, do you know where Jiang Ying's home is?"

When the uncle heard what I said, he turned his head and looked at me with a wary look on his face, as if he could see that I didn't look like a good person, especially with my white hair.

"What Jiang Ying? We have never had anyone with this name here."

In the end, the uncle shook his head and denied that there was such a person in this village.

"Second uncle, you are lying!"

I stared at the man in front of me and already knew his identity: my second uncle. The only thing was that he didn't see my identity.

how to say?

The second uncle is only about ten years older than me, and the reason I call him that is because he is of a higher generation.

Of course, I don’t have to follow this generational order, but the thing is, the second uncle has been very good to our family.

When I was in school, my family encountered difficulties and had no money, so I would borrow money from my second uncle.

The second uncle was strong and healthy at that time, and he was able to save money by helping others build houses.

Because of this, the second uncle and his wife had many quarrels.

However, as long as he had money, he never refused to lend us money when we asked him to.

So, I was willing to call you Second Uncle.

"you are?"

When the second uncle heard me calling him like that, he was also confused and asked uncertainly.

"I'm Jiang Bai, the one who often stole watermelons from your fields when I was a kid..."

I looked at Second Uncle with a look of disbelief on his face, and had no choice but to tell him some things from my childhood.

I remember that I was very naughty and greedy when I was a child.

At that time, I thought that the watermelons at home were for selling, while other people’s watermelons were for eating.

That's why I took advantage of the watermelons from my second uncle's house.

But it’s not my fault.

I don’t know what kind of fertilizer the second uncle’s family used, but the watermelons they grew were big and sweet. After I took a bite, I couldn’t control myself anymore.

After being caught by the second uncle, who was only about 20 years old at the time.

He didn't beat me, but gave me a verbal education and told me that if I wanted to eat it, I could tell him and he would pick the best melon for me.

Otherwise, like me, not only would it be a waste of the melon, but if I ate the raw melon and got sick, it would not be worth it.

It’s strange to say, but ever since the second uncle said that to me, I changed my mind and never took anything from other people again.

When the second uncle heard me say this, his memory came to his mind and he recognized me immediately:

"Are you really Xiao Bai?!"

"It's me, Second Uncle. Is it true that my sister is not in the village?"

I saw that the second uncle recognized my identity and asked in the same way.

"Hey, what a sin!"

When the second uncle heard my question, he sighed and said this.

"why do you say so?"

Looking at the second uncle's appearance, I couldn't help but ask.

"Get off first and come to my house. Xiaoying is working in town and will be back at noon."

The second uncle did not explain immediately, but asked me to get off the car and go to his house to sit for a while, and told me the time my sister would be back.

Hearing this, I looked at Ading and followed the second uncle back to his home.

The second uncle made tea for us and then poured a cup for each of us.

"Xiaoying was really a good student. She was admitted to a prestigious university. But Jiang Qing, this kid, not only dropped out of school, but also followed others to gamble. Soon he owed a lot of money."

"He just walked away, leaving the bad debt to Xiaoying. The debt collector made a scene, and Xiaoying was forced to interrupt her studies and come to the town to work and pay back the debt. Just now, I mistook you for the debt collector."

The second uncle explained to us the reason for this reaction just now.

"They are not the same thing!"

When I heard this, I couldn't help but slam my hand on the table with a gloomy face.

I only knew that Jiang Qing was a little naughty, but I didn't expect it to develop like this.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but think that Jiang Qing was afraid of my father:

"When my dad saw him like this, didn't he think of taking care of him?"

I frowned and asked the second uncle.

When the second uncle heard what I said, he fell silent and stopped talking.

Naturally, I noticed this situation, my heart tightened, and I couldn't help but look at the second uncle.

I felt my lips trembling uncontrollably:

"Second uncle, what happened to my dad?"

When the second uncle heard my question, he sighed and told me something I couldn't accept:

"Alas, your parents passed away many years ago..."