give you a soft spot

Many times, if some things don't really happen to you, you will think that they are just stories in novels and movies.

As soon as I landed in Nay Pyi Taw after dark, my wallet and mobile phone were gone.When I checked, I found that there was a long hole on the side of the bag, which seemed to be scratched by a sharp object.

Immediately return to the airport lobby.

This is really the first time I have experienced this kind of thing, and I am panicked. It would be easier if I were in China. I am not familiar with the place here, and I can't even understand the extremely substandard English of the airport staff I asked for help.

Obviously they couldn't understand what I said, even if I showed the scratched bag in front of them with the body language common in the world, they still shook their heads again and again.

The bloated female staff member in uniform must have understood the situation, and gestured for me to go to another window not far away for help.

I also thought that if the Burmese staff pushed back and forth and couldn't solve it, I would have to find a fellow Chinese to solve it.

I ran into He Ru on the way to the window.

In her 20s, she greeted me and said her name in standard Chinese, which made me feel very cordial.

"Chinese tourists often come here and throw things here. You don't need to ask them to deal with it. It's basically useless to get things back. You have to solve the problem in another way."

Judging from He Ru's tone, she has indeed been here for a long time, and I begged her to lend me some money as if grasping at straws.

She smiled and looked at me scrutinizingly: "Borrow money as soon as I come up, like a liar."

I explained embarrassingly: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you lose something. I'm here to find someone. I just need to reach my destination."

She still looked wary.

I said anxiously: "You don't need to lend me the money, but you can see if there is anything on my body that can be exchanged for money."

When I took off the watch and handed it over, He Ru waved his hand: "Well, I'm going back to the city too, you can tell me where you're going, and I'll take you with me by the way."

This sentence moved me, so I told her the address of the hospital and left with her.

He Ru was not alone, she said that it was her two friends who came to pick her up, I didn't have any suspicion at first.

When I bent over to tie my shoelaces before getting into the car, He Ru quickly came to help me, took off my bag, grabbed my arm and told me to go quickly, saying that parking was not allowed here.

I don't even know the big reflective letter P on the road sign, which is the parking place, but she is urging me to get in the car without even giving me time to tie my shoes.

I was suddenly vigilant and puzzled, and before I could open my mouth, two tall and burly local youths got out of the car.

Only when the danger was right in front of me did I dare to believe the thoughts my mother whispered in my ears all those years ago.

It turns out that there are strangers in this world who can't help but want to harm me.

They forcibly pulled me into the car, but my subconscious retreat was completely useless. I was almost dragged into the opened car door.

My frantic calling and yelling had no effect, there was no one around.

One of the Burmese youths hugged me by the waist and stuffed me into the car. I held on to the edge of the car door tightly to ensure that half of my body was outside the car.

He Ru poked the back of my hand fiercely with her nails while breaking my fingers, the ruthlessness was in stark contrast to the previous enthusiasm.

An old couple passing by heard the movement here and wanted to come and check. He Ru smiled and said something in Burmese, and they walked away.

Short half a minute, too long half a minute.

Survival consciousness stimulates all my body's flexible potential.

After pushing the crotch of one of the young men with my knees, I got a short-term relief. I suddenly broke away from the hand of the other young man who was holding my arm, pushed He Ru away vigorously, and ran away.

I ran desperately to the airport in the dark, to crowded places, covered in sweat, my legs were soft, but still usable.

He never dared to look back to see if they were chasing him, and didn't dare to waste a second in running away.

If I were a girl with little strength, I would have been taken away just now.That was the first thing I thought of as I leaned against a pillar in the airport hall for breath.

After calming down, I admitted that I asked for it myself. I went to the doctor in a hurry. I can trust the staff but choose to trust strangers first.

These people are habitual offenders. How many people they have taken away, whether they are selling or selling their organs, I dare not think about it, it is too scary.

So what if she is a compatriot, she even told me the name was fake.

Thinking about it carefully, I am terrified, maybe they are a gang committing crimes, and they are specially watching a person traveling, first stealing the mobile phone wallet, then tracking, and then enthusiastically helping, and finally successfully defrauded.

You have to experience it before you will be taught a real lesson. I didn’t pay much attention to the word danger before, but now I really don’t dare to be presumptuous anymore.

This time, even the backpack is gone, forget about the other items in it, but the passport is also in it.

I also want to report the loss to the police station according to the rules, go to the Chinese embassy to reissue after I get the certificate, and wait another week or two until the new passport comes out.

But that was the normal procedure of only losing my passport. I was penniless, and I was so scared that I didn’t even dare to leave the airport for half a step, for fear of repeating the same mistakes and not being able to find it anywhere and being dragged away by human traffickers.

I think the safest thing is to call someone from China, at least let them know my situation.

After repeatedly communicating with the airport staff, I finally borrowed a phone to contact the country.

But the terrible thing is, I am used to saving the number directly as a note. Without a mobile phone, I can’t remember anyone except my mother’s phone number that has been used for more than 20 years since elementary school.

No, I really remembered someone's, not Xi Zhuo's.

It was Yan Yiyun's.

When exchanging numbers, the boy took apart his number and read it, and made up a funny homonym of the long string of numbers in our native dialect.

It is really easy to remember, each number group is very regular.So much so that I just tried to read the first few digits, and the latter ones came out smoothly.

The staff member was more delighted than me. After providing me with the conditions for the call, he patted me on the shoulder and wished me all the best.

I didn't choose to contact my mother, because I didn't want her to get sick before I did anything.

The reason why he chose to contact Yan Yiyun was to give him the address to find Bi Gong or Ji Ming, and he just wanted to use him as a messenger.

The kid was really at home, and he didn't panic when he answered my call. He calmly told me not to worry, saying that he would deal with it immediately.

I thought the immediate solution he said was to find someone overnight, but I didn't expect him to show up in the airport hall where I was the next night.

As an artist, his passport is always ready, but the visa cannot be obtained quickly, so he chose the visa on arrival.

This minor came to me alone, his desperate mood was very similar to my coming to Xi Zhuo.

But I didn't think about it that much at the time. Sitting in the chair without resting, I thought it was a dream when I heard the familiar phrase Cheng Mingge.

After seeing the person clearly, he got up without hesitation and ran to him.

The boy who was already half a head taller than me held the bag in one hand and hugged me tightly in the other, and said like an adult: "It's okay, it's okay."