Northern Myanmar: Years of Dehumanization

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

I was painting seriously just now, and I don’t know when Minglong got so close to me.

Looking back now, it seems that the relationship between the two of us was a bit too ambiguous.

Minglong also reacted when he heard what I said, but he didn't have any extreme reaction.

On the contrary, it seems that he still hasn't gotten over the shock just now.

"Have you ever learned to draw before?"

After a while, Minglong, who was silent, slowly asked me.

"No, I said it's the first time."

I breathed a sigh of relief, spread my hands, and explained.

"It seems that you still have some talent in this area."

When Minglong heard what I said, he nodded and acknowledged my talent in painting.

At the same time, there were some complicated meanings in his eyes, and there seemed to be a trace of jealousy.

I guess so, if it were me, if I saw something I had practiced for a long time, others would be able to master it very quickly.

Of course I feel uncomfortable, and also feel a little envious and jealous.

"Well, don't go back today at noon. After dinner, you can paint another picture in the afternoon."

Minglong thought for a moment, looked at the time on his phone, looked at the rain that continued to fall outside, and said this to me.

"Okay."

I agreed. After all, it was raining outside and there was nothing else to do.

It's a pleasant thing to make some money by the way, why not do it?

At noon, Minglong arranged a rich meal, and I ate it with open belly.

If you don't eat, you won't eat for free. It's not your own money.

Eating less makes me look too pretentious.

"Are you a pig? How can you eat it?"

After eating, Minglong glanced at me and couldn't help but complain.

"Forehead……"

I was a little speechless for a while. It seems that when eating at other people's places, people can't eat too much late at night.

Otherwise, you will easily be disliked by others.

After all, Minglong just teased me, but he didn't feel distressed or angry because of this little food.

In the afternoon, I drew another cup, which was also lifelike.

It can be said that it has reached the point where it is ready to become a teacher.

Minglong rubbed his palms against the dried paintings I had painted, his eyes showed contemplation, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

In my mind, I was thinking about how much salary I already had.

In total, after working as a model for two hours, it was worth 240,000 yuan.

After learning two paintings, the price of one painting was 50,000 yuan, which was 100,000 yuan, but it actually cost 340,000 yuan.

I was also in a daze for a while.

Today’s study ends here, Minglong asked me to go back first.

He also told me not to come so early tomorrow, otherwise he would beat me to death.

Hearing her threatening like this, I also chose to compromise.

When I returned to my villa, I called my little sister:

"Mom, have you been sent to the best hospital for treatment?"

"Well, brother, how do you have so much money? Dad said you sent me a lot of money..."

On the other end of the phone, the little girl's adoring voice sounded.

"How do you earn money? Of course I earned it with my own hands and hard work."

I thought about it and realized that I could say this to my little sister with a clear conscience.

Of course, models don’t count as giving their own hard work?

After all, part of my money comes from painting, and I also put in my energy and sweat, right?

How can my behavior be regarded as being a soft rice?

I ate, but I didn't pay it back. I've already paid it back.

"By the way, tell mom, don't save money. As long as the disease can be cured, it will be worth it no matter how much you spend."

"After a while, my salary will come down, and I will pay back some more."

Not when the little girl spoke, then I said this.

How can money or anything be compared with the lives of your relatives?

He came back after all his wealth was gone, but his relatives only had one life.

Then, I asked my little sister if she was studying hard.

Also, tell her to be careful and not fall in love with them. This way there is no future at all.

Those little yellow hairs are so bad!

When the little sister heard what I said, she agreed with a smile.

In adolescence, in addition to caring about studies, we also need to care about emotional issues.

To be honest, I also felt the power of knowledge in this place.

If you are a member of the technical department, not many people can touch you.

If I could learn such skills, I would probably be able to return to China by now, right?

Not to mention returning to China, at least life safety is absolutely no problem.

There is no need to worry about this issue at all.

However, he still shook his head, thinking of the ghostly talisman-like code, and gave up on a completely unrealistic idea.

After all, it is my academic qualifications that limit my abilities, so I hope that my little sister will study hard from a young age and go to a good university.

Going to college is not the only way out, but it is a relatively shortcut way out.

Reading is still useful, whether at home or here.

I chatted with my little sister for a while, and then I hung up the phone.

The next day, the third day of February.

This time, I waited until about ten o'clock before walking towards Minglong Villa.

The weather here is really strange, it either doesn't rain or it rains for several days in a row.

Just like the domestic rainy season, it rains non-stop.

When we arrived at the studio, Minglong was already waiting here.

When I wanted to take off my clothes and sit on the chair, Minglong stopped me.

"This time, I'll teach you how to draw first."

"Draw first?"

Although I had some doubts, I still obeyed the arrangement.

"This painting of yours is ready for practice."

When I finished the painting, Minglong looked at my painting and nodded in praise.

"No, I think you can still teach me a lot."

Hearing Minglong say this, I became a little anxious.

But don't, if you don't teach me how to draw, how can I make money?

Don't you think you want to kill me?

"I see you are reluctant to part with the fifty thousand yuan, right?"

Minglong glanced at me and saw my little thoughts.

"Ahem, what's the truth..."

I coughed and then waved my hand, but I didn't expect that Minglong really didn't want to give me face.

However, before I could finish speaking, Minglong locked the studio and his clothes slipped off his shoulders.

Immediately afterwards, he took off all his clothes in front of me.

He even said that he had taken off the things that bound his chest.

"Gudong."

I swallowed, but couldn't move my eyes away.

Minglong looked at me, folded his hands on his chest, and his face turned slightly red:

"As a painter, I have never painted myself. This time, please paint it for me..."