Han Nuowei walked along the river for most of the day before he saw the road, he carefully hid in the bushes and observed for a while, and only after making sure that there were no police did he dare to go to the side of the road to stop the car. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, he stopped for a long time and didn't stop a car, and when the passing vehicles saw Han Nuowei, they all sped up and left. Han Nuowei smiled bitterly in his heart, he knew that his appearance looked terrifying. He had an ugly face, only an old pair of shorts, and messy hair, and he hardly looked like a good guy.

Not far away, a half-new van drove up, Han Nuowei hurriedly beckoned again, he didn't have a lot of hope, because this car did not have a license plate, such a car should not be willing to be hitchhiked, in case it was investigated, it would be troublesome.

Unexpectedly, the car actually stopped in front of him. The driver was a tall, thin young man with a swarthy and simple face, and he asked in broken Hancheng dialect, "Friend, do you need help?"

Han Nowei hesitated for a moment and decided to take the plunge, and he replied in proficient Burmese, "Hello, friend, I want to go to Nankan." ”

The glass of the rear compartment was pushed open, and a man with white powder on his face asked in Burmese: "Are you from Nankan? What are you doing here?"

Han Nuowei replied: "I came to the market with my boss, but I was robbed on the way back." ”

"Where's your boss?"

"Dead, and a couple of guys are dead. ”

"Then why are you okay?"

"I halfway down, and I was squatting, and when I saw a group of people rushing up to grab the boss's things and stabbing them, I was terrified and ran away. I was so scared that I fell and bruised my body. As he spoke, Han Nuowei turned around and let them see the wounds on his body.

"Where's your clothes?"

"The clothes were all in the boss's car, and I didn't dare to go back and get them. ”

"Do I need to take off my clothes to?"

Han Nuowei showed a silly smile, "The boss is very protective of us, afraid that we will secretly hide things." ”

"Where's your shoes?

"Ran away, I wore those slippers, I couldn't run far. The shoe fell off and ran faster. Han Nuowei raised his legs again, wanting to show off the soles of his feet.

The other party shrunk his neck, obviously not wanting to look. After Han Nuowei put down his feet, he changed the question again: "What kind of business does your boss do?"

Han Nuowei said: "Sell amber." Then he added, "I've sold jadeite before." ”

The man was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly asked, "What's your boss's name?"

"Qiu Dansun. Han Nuowei blurted out.

"I don't know. But it seems that there is a ...... of Sun," the man muttered to himself. He thought for a while, and said to Han Nuowei: "Your boss is gone, why do you want us to send you to Nankan?"

Han Nuowei said: "I am a craftsman, as long as I am good at amber processing. If only you could drop me off the way, I'll find work there." ”

"You know amber?"

Han Nuowei nodded.

The man opened the door, "You come up and say." Han Nuowei secretly rejoiced and immediately got into the car. The man rummaged through the package and took something for him, "You take a look at this first." ”

Han Nuowei took it, examined it carefully for a while, and then said, "This is an ordinary brown and red amber, which is the most common among Burmese amber. The texture of this material is relatively transparent, and there are almost no impurities, which can be regarded as a good product in brown and red amber. It's a pity that there's a noticeable crack here. As he spoke, he pointed to the man who painted the powder, "However, this crack is just on this protruding corner, and it is enough to remove this corner." ”

The driver exclaimed: "Good girl, it's amazing, you can see such a small crack without turning on the light!"

Han Nuowei hesitated for a moment, and said sincerely: "Boss, if you buy this kind of goods, you must finish them, otherwise the price will not go up." ”

The powdered man picked his nose thoughtfully.

The driver looked at Han Nuowei's face curiously: "Is your hair too long? Isn't it hot?"

One of the people in the back seat interjected, "Do you think we're all like you, and want to live in the air conditioner?"

The driver smiled and said, "That's good, I can't wait." ”

Han Nuowei touched his messy hair and said with a wry smile: "Isn't long hair popular recently, my little sister likes this style the most." Who said it wasn't hot?" In fact, he hasn't left the Yin Yang Pass for eight years, what is popular outside, how would he know, this is complete nonsense.

Unexpectedly, the driver actually nodded: "Yes, women now start to like men with long hair again." If you want me to say, this thing as long as a coconut leaf hangs down on the door of the head, it's ugly. ”

Han Nuowei grinned: "It doesn't matter if it's ugly or not, as long as women like it." As he spoke, he noticed half a bottle of Coke next to the driver's seat, and his stomach barked involuntarily.

Han Nuowei covered his stomach and was very embarrassed: "I ate less in the morning, and I pulled it out." ”

The driver laughed, handed him the Coke cheerfully, and helped him unscrew the lid, "Drink slowly, beware of hiccups." Han Nuowei thanked him gratefully, raised his head and drank, this was simply the best drink he had ever drunk.

The driver took out a bag of biscuits from the storage box and handed it to Han Nuowei, "There is only milk salt left." I don't think it tastes good, but there's nothing else right now, so you can make do with it. ”

Han Nuowei thanked him again and again, and while he ate, he carefully watched the emotions of the person who applied the powder. But the man didn't speak, nor did he stop the driver's behavior, but just looked down and looked for something in the package.

After looking for a while, he took out two pieces of amber and handed them to Han Nuowei: "Look at how these goods are." He added, "It doesn't necessarily have to be finished, we can run the volume." ”

Han Nuowei took the amber: "It's okay to run." However, I see that you have very little amber impurities, and it would be a pity to use them for running, if you are willing, I will help you process them, and I will take it as a reward for letting me hitchhike. ”

There was a commotion in the carriage, and the driver said to the whitewashed man, "Seriously, Gothissa, you can let him try, if he didn't lie." Didn't we have to hire skilled workers recently? ”

Gothissa glared at the driver, "Maung Sheng, recruit one more person, one more person will get money, aren't you afraid that I will share your wages with others?" Maung Sheng smiled good-naturedly: "Don't, you have to divide and separate people, I drive and run errands, I do everything, how hard it is." ”

Gothissa no longer paid attention to the appearance of Sheng, he said to Han Nuowei with a straight face: "Let me make it clear first, this is not the first time I have seen a person like you, when you are in trouble, people will pick up what is beneficial to you, and say that your ability is greater than the sky." If you dare to brag and wear out the material for me, I will throw you directly into the Irrawaddy River to feed the crocodiles. He paused, frowned again, and said, "I can't believe that there are people as white as you in Nankan." ”

Han Nuowei smiled slightly: "Isn't white good? The boss gives me too much work, I work all day and rarely go out." ”

Gothissa stared at Han Nowei for a few seconds, then made a gesture as one of the men closed the door. Maung Sheng handed his coat to Han Nuowei: "I'm hot and hot, let's put it on for you." ”

Han Nuowei smiled at him gratefully, took his coat and put it on, it was a hooded sweatshirt, he got dressed, put the hat on, and covered part of his face. One guy asked curiously, "Why are you blocking your face?"

Han Nuowei said embarrassedly, "I have a lot of scars on my face...... implying that he was worried that his face would scare them. The guy was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, "You're not singing." As he spoke, he lifted his hat, and the others leaned back and laughed.

"Singing?" Han Nuo was confused.

Another guy patted him on the shoulder: "Only those who sing eat with their faces, and we eat with our hands." ”

Han Nuowei's heart suddenly had mixed feelings, he had always felt that something as heavy as a thousand pounds was so worthless in the eyes of others.

"Your wounds don't matter. Maung Sheng started the car and asked.

In fact, Han Nuowei's wound has been aching faintly, but he just wants to leave here quickly at the moment: "It's okay, just go back and rub some medicine, it's not so fine and tender." ”

At this moment, several police cars whizzed past them, and a car of people looked at each other.

"If you're full, what kind of alarm bell is you going to pull in broad daylight. A fellow said angrily.

Another guy said: "It's not that China is celebrating festivals these days, could it be that the police are doing some holiday rituals?"

Maung Sheng didn't look back and said, "Pig, what does the Spring Festival have to do with the police?"

"I know Chinese New Year! And I didn't say it's the police's day!" the man retorted unconvinced.

"It seems to be coming from the direction of the prison, I don't know if I went to the court to pick up the prisoner. Han Nuowei said calmly, he pulled the collar of his clothes and subtly covered his face a little, "The temperature is a little low these days." ”

Gothissa glanced at Han Nuowei vigilantly, but the latter had already lowered his head and was contemplating the amber in his hand intently, and he didn't see anything strange on Han Nuowei's face, so he gradually relaxed his heart.

"Godissa, will there be a police car to check on us later?" A timid guy looked back at the police car in the distance, obviously still a little scared. "Afraid of?" the other guy patted the seat.

Gothissa snorted and did not speak.

Han Nuowei quietly glanced under his seat and saw a few rifles, his eyelids raised, and Gothissa was staring at him intently. Han Nuowei smiled, as if he didn't understand anything, and then studied the amber in his hand.

I don't know how long the car has been driving, Han Nuowei felt as if he had taken a nap, and the amber in his palm had been covered a little warm. He immediately felt a little scared, and the guns under his seat reminded him not to fall asleep. He sat up straight and looked out the window.

A large blue placard appeared in front of him, painted in bold white letters: "Illegal entry and exit are strictly prohibited without entry and exit channels." There was also a line of small characters under the bold letter, and Han Nuowei could clearly see that it was "thirty meters away from the national border." ”

Han Nuowei felt a burst of excitement in his heart.

But instead of going left in the direction indicated by the sign, the car turned to the right and drove along a small river. There were some women washing clothes in the river, and a few tanned little boys, treading water with their trouser legs rolled up. Han Nuowei observed it, but he couldn't tell what nationality these people were.

He unconsciously began to beat the drum in his heart: Why didn't these "old Burmese" drive toward the border line, but instead went in the opposite direction? Could it be because they had just seen a Chinese police car and had become suspicious of themselves? Han Nuowei immediately denied this speculation, believing that he had behaved quite naturally just now, and even if this group of people really suspected him, there was no reason to hand him over to the police, and at most he would be thrown away.

Han Nuowei quietly glanced at Gothisa, who curled up and fell asleep. But apparently he didn't sleep soundly, and every once in a while, he would twist his neck and change to a more comfortable position.

"If there is a fugitive in my car, or an unknown guy, will I still be able to sleep?" Han Nuowei thought so, and was a little relieved.

After driving along the creek for some distance, the car turned another corner, and a large rubber forest appeared in front of it.

"I wonder if there will be a typhoon this year?" a guy looked at the rubber grove, not knowing whether he was muttering to himself or asking Han Nuowei.

"Anyway, I don't grow rubber anymore, and the old forests in my hometown are rented to others to plant. The other guy replied, "I can't stand watching the sky and eating." ”

Han Nuowei suddenly remembered that Mo Aogu had mentioned to him that in 2008, Myanmar was hit by a tropical storm and was severely affected. He said tentatively, "Just don't come back to the '08 one." ”

When it came to the tropical storm of 2008, everyone suddenly opened up the conversation, and you and I talked lively. Some people are scolding the government, some people are sentimental, some people are gloating, for a while, Han Nuowei didn't know who to listen to.

Gothissa was woken up by the noise, and the first thing he saw when he woke up was to see Han Nowei. Han Nuowei rubbed his eyes, as if he had just woken up, and looked out the window with a sideways face.

The car drove for a while, made many turns, got off the road, and drove onto the dirt road. After a while, the car stopped in front of a pile of bushes, and the two guys jumped down and moved the bushes out of the way, revealing the barbed wire fence behind them. They skillfully removed the stakes wrapped in the barbed wire, waited for the car to pass, and then reset everything to its place.

Han Nuowei realized that these "old Burmese" who were engaged in the amber business drove cars without license plates and would not take the regular route of the border card to go back and forth, which happened to be beneficial to him.

It didn't take long for the car to drive to a large simple iron gate. Maung Seen greeted the soldiers guarding the gate in Burmese and gave him some money. Then, the soldier with the old rifle on his shoulder pulled the lock and opened the large iron door. As soon as Maung Sheng stepped on the accelerator, the car drove past.

The car traveled through the woods where there were no roads, but Maung Sheng was very skilled, and it was obvious that he often walked from here. Soon, the car drove out of this small wood.

A sign with Burmese on it greeted you. Han Nuowei knew that he was really free.