Northern Myanmar: Years of Dehumanization

"Mr. Bai, you are such a good person..."

"Good person? You say I am a good person?"

I glanced at Zhong Chuchu, with a joking look in my eyes, I am not a good person.

I have a clear sense of who I am.

"Remember, in a place like this, there are no good people, only interests. I only want you to keep you here so that you can clean up for me."

There was a coldness in my eyes, and then I stretched out my hand and held Zhong Chuchu's neck.

I found that Zhong Chuchu seemed to have a deviated understanding of this place and the people in this place.

How can there be good people in this place in northern Myanmar?

Even if it were me, I would never say that I am a good person.

I have blood on my hands, even though I am a very bad person, but I cannot deny that I did kill someone.

Zhong Chuchu had this idea, but it was something very bad, and she had to correct it.

"Bai, Mr. Bai, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

When Zhong Chuchu saw me suddenly becoming indifferent, her original expression of gratitude turned into fear, and she quickly admitted her mistake to me.

"Do your job well and don't think about the things you have and don't have."

I threw Zhong Chuchu to the ground and said coldly.

Although looking at Zhong Chuchu pitying Chu Chu, I felt guilty in my heart.

But I know that this journey is what Zhong Chuchu must go through.

Zhong Chuchu agreed, then ran into the group of women and started cleaning the room.

It seems that he is more diligent than before.

For such a move, I think it's quite cute.

After all, doing these jobs is not too tiring and can give them peace of mind.

Otherwise, if I just let them stay here, they might still feel frightened in their hearts!

When the security guard came, he also looked guilty when he saw me:

"Mr. Bai, I am indeed a little out of my mind and incompetent. I..."

"Brother Security, everyone will make mistakes. Just don't make mistakes on key matters."

"It just so happens that in a few days, there may be something else that I need your help with."

Before the security guard brother could finish speaking, I interrupted him with a twinkle in my eye.

Isn't this a good opportunity?

Regarding what Huangfu Yunyan told me, who should be the one to shoot.

Isn’t this security guy the most correct choice?

I won't cheat this security guy.

Ming Long: Actually, we both understand in our hearts that we are just setting up characters in the play.

I can't trust other people, but judging from the performance of the security guard, he is the best choice.

"Mr. Bai, if you have anything to do, just tell me and I won't even blink."

When the security guard heard what I said, he patted his chest and promised me like this.

"Okay, feel free!"

I smiled and nodded, very satisfied with the security guard's reaction.

After tidying up, we had another meal with the security guard brother and the others.

This time, I didn’t drink.

I drank twice that day, and the second time I drank, I almost went crazy.

After a brief meal, I went back to my room to sleep.

The next day, it was still rainy weather.

Somehow, I actually had some small expectations in my heart.

After all, if it's rainy weather, there's no need to deal with Huangfu Yunyan's affairs.

You can also go to Minglong to be a model.

how to say?

Although there is some shame, but the money is really a lot!

I stretched and put on my clothes, thinking that the weather was getting colder, so I would wear a coat.

But I thought that I would have to take off my clothes after a while, so I gave up the idea.

If you wait a while and take it off, you will save some energy.

After giving some instructions to Hou San and Cyclops, I took the umbrella Minglong gave me yesterday and walked towards Minglong Villa.

I went up to the second floor smoothly and happened to meet Minglong coming out of the shower.

She had just wrapped herself in a bath towel when she came out of the bathroom, so I saw everything she should and shouldn't see.

The two of us stared at each other, and for a moment, the atmosphere was slightly awkward.

"Ahem, I didn't see anything. I'll go to that room and wait for you."

I coughed to break the awkward atmosphere, and then immediately ran to the studio under Minglong's shameful and angry gaze.

I swear, I don’t think I saw it on purpose, and it also confirms the saying that coincidence cannot make a book.

After a while, Minglong, wearing smart clothes, walked in, with a black line on his face.

The chest was flat again and looked like it was restrained again.

It has to be said that Minglong is also very cautious, always afraid that others will discover the secret of her identity.

However, if someone found out her gender, they would probably kill her too, right?

The reason why he didn't kill me was because of Sister Feng.

"Next time, don't come so early."

When Minglong saw me taking off my clothes and sitting on the stool, he gritted his silver teeth and told me.

"Okay, okay."

I nodded and agreed immediately.

Maybe it was also because he felt guilty after seeing Minglong's appearance just now.

“Today I won’t draw you sitting down, you stand up!”

Minglong asked me to stand up and corrected my posture so that I could maintain it.

An hour later, I finally realized that this job as a model is actually not an easy job.

I got dressed and Minglong called me over.

Put away the already drawn drawing paper, replace it with a new piece of drawing paper, and put the prepared apple in front.

"I say, listen, learn more, watch more, this will be calculated at the price mentioned yesterday."

Minglong glanced at me, and then said to me like this.

I’m afraid only a fool would not do anything that makes money, right?

I thought of Minglong telling me that if I didn’t have the talent in this area, I’m afraid he wouldn’t teach me next time.

In other words, there will be no money coming in.

How can I endure this? What's more, my mother's illness may have greater expenses, so I still need to accumulate more.

I can remember the painting techniques Minglong mentioned once.

I remember clearly what I need to pay attention to.

When I was painting, it actually seemed unusually simple.

In fact, after Yicai and I learned how to make poison, my hands have become very flexible.

Therefore, it is also easy to control the depth of color.

After a while, I vividly displayed the apple in my eyes on the drawing paper.

"How about it? Let's just say I'm very talented in this area, right?"

Looking at my masterpiece, I turned to look at Minglong proudly.

Who knows, Minglong was so surprised by my performance that he fell into it.

The body can't help but lean forward, as if this way, it can be seen more clearly.

But just as he turned his head, his mouth happened to touch her face.

Looking at Minglong's red lips so close, I stepped back and said:

"It seems a little ambiguous between the two of us, right?"