C95 Over and over
C95 Over and over
In fact, not to talk is also good, lest talk all night long, typing the word endless, have the suspicion that the number of words.
Lying on the bed with my eyes closed, I kept tossing and turning, worrying about the clouds and Qiu Tong …
After a while, I remembered what Lee Shun had said about knowing my background. I don't know how trustworthy Lee Shun's words were, but one thing is certain. He knew that I had graduated from university. As for what else he knew, I don't know.
Finally, I fell asleep in a daze and had a nightmare. I dreamt that I was caught by the public security after Lee Shun's drug trafficking and was sent to the execution ground to execute the execution ground …
A frightened person woke up. He opened his eyes and saw a dark figure standing beside the bed.
I sat up abruptly and turned on the bedside light. Lee Shunzheng was standing in front of my bed in his pajamas.
Lee Shun was shocked by my actions and lights, his whole body shivered.
I let out a heavy breath and said, "Boss Lee, it's you …" I was shocked... "You …"
Lee Shun looked a little flustered, he quickly covered up, "It's okay, it's okay. Go to sleep. I got addicted to cigarettes in the middle of the night, so I came out to find one." Saying that, Lee Shun touched the cigarette on my bedside table and hurriedly entered the room.
I leaned against the headboard and turned off the light, but I couldn't fall asleep for a long time …
The next day, after we woke up, Lee Shun and I had breakfast, and still sat in our room watching TV. Since he didn't want to go out, I naturally couldn't go out either, although I really wanted to go out and see the Tengchong Ancient City that left behind my childhood and youth's memories.
When it was almost noon, my phone rang again. Lee Shun took it out and looked at it, then handed it to me: "Hello, your little sister is here to find your brother again."
Lee Shun got up and went to the bathroom.
"Zhu, it's me —" I said, glancing at the bathroom door.
"Brother, there's something I need to call you. Let me tell you, that Qiu Tong just called me and asked me to tell you a few things when it's convenient." Zhu's voice was low.
"Mm …" Say it! "
"She told me to tell you that everything was going well for her, that the patients in the hospital were also doing well, so you don't have to worry about them." Hai Zhu said.
"Alright, I understand!" "No," I said.
"Then... Bro — Then I'm fine … "Then I'm hanging up?" Hai Zhu said.
"Alright, goodbye!" I hung up, feeling a little better.
At the same time, I knew that Hai Zhu must be very curious about my relationship with Qiu Tong, but at this moment, it's not convenient for her to say anything, so she naturally wouldn't ask.
After hanging up, I heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. Then, Lee Shun came out.
"Boss Lee, let's go out to eat?" I said to Lee Shun, handing him the phone.
Lee Shun took the phone and put it in his pocket. Just as he was about to speak, his phone suddenly rang. He took it out and answered it. After listening for a moment, he said, "Okay, let's go. You drive the car downstairs and wait for us!"
After saying that, Lee Shun hung up the phone and said to me: "I'm not eating. Let's go, check out and leave — —"
"Where to?" I couldn't help but ask. After asking, I felt that it was unnecessary. Lee Shun wouldn't tell me, so he might want to scold me again.
Unexpectedly, Lee Shun didn't scold me this time. He looked at me and smiled: "Go abroad — to Myanmar!"
I took a deep breath. I'm going to Burma with Lee Shun.
I don't know what will happen, what will happen, I don't know how many days I'll be back, I don't know if there will be a bloody rain waiting for me, and I don't know if I'll accidentally see her in Burma.
After completing the procedures, I came over. The middle-aged man looked at me and nodded at Lee Shun without saying anything, "Boss Lee, the car is at the door, the military green jeep, the guide and driver is waiting for you in the car. Alright, I wish you a safe journey and good fortune!"
With that, the middle-aged man bid farewell to us and walked out of the hotel.
Lee Shun and I walked out of the hotel, and as expected, we saw a military green Yanjing 213 parked at the entrance, so we directly went over. When we got to the front of the hotel, the car door opened, and a black skinny man in his fifties got out.
Lee Shun swaggered in front of him and sized him up: "Hey, bro, you're the one who led us there?"
"Hello Boss Lee, my name is Qin Xiaobing. I am in charge of bringing the two of you to Mazayan." The thin, dark man greeted us warmly, opened the door of the car, and extended his hand. "Please get in!"
"Yo — you're still acting young even though you're an old man, and you're still called Qin Xiaobing. I think you should change your name to Veteran Qin." Lee Shun, who sat in the back seat of the car, jokingly told Qin Xiaobing as the car started moving.
I sat in the front passenger seat and didn't say anything as I looked at Qin Xiaobing.
"Hehe …" "Boss Lee really knows how to joke around. The name was given to him by his parents. No matter how old he is, he can't be changed. It was given to him by his parents …" Qin Xiaobing said with a smile as he drove.
At this time, I could hear that even though Qin Xiaobing's accent was Putonghua, it carried a strong sense of Jiangzhe.
"Qin, you aren't a local, are you? Why does your accent sound a little like Zhong Hai to me? " At this time, Lee Shun also heard the question and asked Qin Xiaobing.
"Boss Lee has a keen sense of judgement. Hehe, I'm not a native. I'm from Zhong Hai. However, I've been living in this region of the Sino-Myanmar border for more than 30 years." Qin Xiaobing said as he drove.
The car began to move out of the city, following a bumpy asphalt road. On both sides of the road were continuous mountains and patches of sugarcane, as well as tall Bodhi trees and banana trees. Mountaineers in straw hats and national attire would occasionally pass by, while topless children would play in the streams by the side of the road … A charming subtropical rainforest.
"Are you from Zhong Hai? Why did you come here? "Did you find a minority girl here?" Lee Shun teased.
"That's not the case. I don't want to come either. Back then, I had no choice but to come …" I came here at the age of 17. 36 years have passed and I am now 53 years old. " Qin Xiaobing said in a daze.
"Oh …" So you are a knowledgeable young man, no wonder … Back then, my old man also knew about it and he also joined the line at the border. However, you are at the southernmost area and he is at the northeastern border between China and the North. " Lee Shun said, "Old Master, didn't all of the knowledgeable youths go back to the city? Why didn't you go back? "
"It's not that I don't want to go back, but I can't. I can't go back." "I'm not from Zhong Hai, from Yunnan, from China, or from Myanmar," Qin Xiaobing said expressionlessly.
"Then who are you?" I turned to Qin Xiaobing curiously.
"We can only call them Golden Triangle people." Qin Xiaobing's dry voice revealed a hint of desolation and bitterness.
Lee Shun and I were very curious and continued to chat with Qin Xiaobing. After this conversation, we realized that Qin Xiaobing, who looked ordinary and shriveled on the outside, was in fact not an ordinary person. He even had an extraordinary experience, he was once the military commander of the People's Army of the Communist Party of Myanmar.
Along with Qin Xiaobing's narration, a piece of dusty history unfolds in front of me...
In the 1970s, war raged in the tropical jungles of Southeast Asia. As one of the most powerful Communist forces in Southeast Asia, the Burmese Communist Party began its decades-long armed struggle with the government, shooting up and down the jungles of the Kachin gang and the single gang across the Sino-Burmese border.
The staunch party adhered to the doctrine of "winning the war and seizing power", waging bitter guerrilla warfare in the mountains of the north and the north-east. And right next to Burma, on the Chinese soil, was another fierce revolution, a Red Sea full of slogans. At the call of old man Mao, millions upon millions of knowledgeable young people came to the whole country to accept the education of the poor and the peasants, bringing together a whole generation of history dramas of tears, blood and youth.
As one of the thousands of Qingzhi in Yunnan, Zhonghai Zhiqing Qin Xiaobing came to a farm on the border between China and Myanmar.
Shortly after his arrival, the Burmese Communist Party and government forces fought a famous battle in Kunon on the Sino-Burmese border. After 40 days, the sound of gunfire was very clear, and some of the debris and debris even flew into China.
The war that was taking place around them was like a fuse that ignited the flickering flames of revolution in the group of young men, and eventually brought to life the passion that had long been in their hearts.
One night, Qin Xiaobing and his three roommates crossed the border in the dark and disappeared into the Burmese jungle.
They left a letter to the Yard, a bloodstained letter: "We have volunteered to fight in Burma for the cause of communism and the liberation of humanity. If we die, please tell our parents to be proud of us! "
It was an age of sacrifice, in which individual values could be expressed only in the moment of sacrifice for the cause, and in which their lives were only burned for the sake of that moment.
After that, there would be people running away every night, moving alone, in groups of three or five, leaving behind letters and not leaving a single word. They just disappeared into the dark night without a sound.
Life could never be predicted, and tragic and tragic stories began to unfold as thousands of young Chinese who were not even twenty years old crept across the border in the dark, with lofty ideals, to the jungle where gunfire and trees were as dense as.
Some of them spent two years, some five, some ten, and even some remained in the disbanded ranks of the Communists. When he returned, his entire body was covered with wounds, and he wanted to say something, but no words would come out.
The rain forest had buried their youth, their tears, their dreams, their love. In the midst of the mud and rotting leaves lie many young bodies, and in the scent of poppies year after year there may even be old Burmese veterans who remember the Chinese youth who fought side by side...
Qin Xiaobing's three roommates were all his best classmates. Because of his bravery and agility, he was promoted to Battalion Commander very quickly.
In one battle, the three students, in order to cover the retreat of Qin Xiaobing and other members of the battalion, gave their precious lives for the cause of international communism, and slept in the subtropical jungle for a long time.
As a survivor, Qin Xiaobing was extremely saddened. He vowed to accompany his fellow classmates and comrades who sacrificed their lives to save him.
So he chose to stay, to disarm, to settle in Mazar. The border between China and Myanmar is full of armed separatist forces. After the disbanding of the Kuomintang and the Burmese Communist Party, they were all armed with ethnic minority bandits who didn't want to go back to their own mountains … The border between China and Myanmar is more than 2,200 kilometers, with less than 400 kilometers under the Government's de facto control.