Northern Myanmar: Years of Dehumanization

"Jiang Bai, can you draw me another picture..."

When I heard Minglong's words, I was stunned for a moment and thought of the picture I had painted of her before.

"But, there is nothing for painting in this place..."

I looked to the side and said with some sadness.

"I have……"

After Minglong said this, he turned back to the car and took down the drawing paper from the car. It was just a pen, not a paintbrush, but a pencil.

As for the other famous people, why don't they take the opportunity to drive away at this time? It's because some of my people have already surrounded them from behind.

It can be said that as long as I give the order, these people will not be able to escape the fate of death.

If they wanted to escape, they couldn't.

Minglong turned back to me and handed the thing to me.

His face had been washed clean, and it looked like he had dressed up carefully.

"How's my hair? Is it done?"

Minglong looked at me, and then I said like this.

"Okay, very beautiful."

I looked at the bright Minglong and said this.

"Then, just draw me a picture like this..."

Minglong said this, turned sideways, and took his left arm out of my sight.

As I said just now, only half of Minglong's left arm is left, which can be regarded as a flaw.

She wanted to show the best side to me, so she only left me one side.

"I will draw it for you now..."

I looked at Minglong who was sitting in front of me and finished posing, murmured something, and started painting.

I don't know, should I draw faster or slower...

My mood is really very complicated.

I want to draw slower so that Minglong can live longer.

However, how long can such a painting be painted?

My heart sank completely, and I stopped thinking about other things. I painted the person in front of me seriously, trying to show her best side in this painting.

This is the time when I draw a painting most seriously, and it is also the painting that I think is the most outstanding, even if there is no color, even if it is drawn with pencil...

"Have you finished the painting?"

Minglong asked me such a question again. This was the fourth time he asked me this question.

"No……"

I raised my eyebrows and replied like this.

Then the hand holding the pencil moved on the drawing paper again.

"let me see……"

Minglong said this, and then he reached out to take the painting.

"No, do you really want to die that much?"

Without protecting the drawing paper, I sighed and raised my eyebrows, with a hint of blame in my tone.

"It's already painted. It's really beautiful."

Minglong looked at the changed painting and said this.

In fact, Minglong knows how fast I draw.

When she asked me for the first time, I had already finished the painting, but my answer was that I hadn't finished it yet.

After going through it several times, he didn't expect that this time, he would snatch the drawing paper away.

In shock and anger, I couldn't help but say these words.

"Minglong, you..."

"You don't have to tell me, I will never betray the Ming family..."

Before I finished speaking, I was interrupted by Minglong, and then he said this firmly.

"Oh, it's not up to you. Come here and kidnap her. She won't be released without my order."

I suddenly laughed out of anger, tut, the power is now in my hands, if I were to capture her, wouldn't it be easy?

Since it doesn’t make sense, there’s no need to explain it.

It's just that before my men stepped forward to take action, they heard someone say:

"Brother Bai, be careful!"

"Bang bang bang..."

There was a burst of gunfire, and Minglong fell in front of me.

It turned out that Minglong pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at me. For the sake of my safety, my men could not help but shoot.

"Ming, Minglong!"

I looked at her falling and immediately rushed out and ran to her side.

After the gunshots rang out here, the people who had surrounded them also opened fire on the remaining Ming family members. After a while, those people were killed.

So it's not too rash for me to do this. After all, the danger has been eliminated.

"Why are you doing this? Why..."

I looked at her bleeding wound and said like this.

"Click..."

Minglong picked up the pistol in his hand and fired a shot into the distance. There was no bullet in it.

In other words, the magazine of this pistol is empty.

Empty, Minglong did this on purpose.

"I'm smart, haha. I knew you would treat me like this. How could I live under your captivity? I'm a Minglong..."

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Minglong's mouth, he looked at me, smiled, and then said like this.

"You are so stupid, so stupid. If you didn't have this idea, how could I imprison you next to me? Of course you can go anywhere."

I looked at Minglong, and I didn't agree with her reason.

"You are stupid. You are the one who is going back to China. I am going to be in a lot of trouble by following you. I don't want to trouble you..."

Minglong blinked his eyes, coughed up some blood, and said like this.

"Paint, bring the painting over here..."

Before I could reply, Minglong pointed at the painting she had just taken the pistol and threw next to it, and then said this.

I followed her instructions and immediately took the painting next to me.

"Painting, in this place."

I held the painting and said like this.

"Putting it in front of me, the painting is beautiful and well done, but it lacks a little color..."

As Minglong said this, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face turned pale.

However, he still used his right hand to dip in the blood from his own wound, and then he was about to paint the painting.

I could see that her fingers and arms were trembling.

Seeing this situation, what can I do?

I can only take this piece of drawing paper and try to save her trouble.

"It looks much better like this."

Minglong narrowed his eyes slightly, then looked at the blood-smeared painting on the clothes on the drawing paper, and said with a smile.

"It's beautiful, very beautiful..., if I brought paint, you wouldn't have to..."

My nose felt sore for a moment, and then I said like this.

"What did you say? Everyone is his own master. I am a member of the Ming family. I have been indoctrinated by the Ming family's culture since I was a child. I cannot betray the Ming family. This is the best way I can think of..."

Minglong looked at me, and as he spoke, his tone became extremely weak, and then he made a request to me:

"I'm so cold, can you hold me tighter..."