Before I knew it, I had been in northern Myanmar for almost two years.

In the past two years, I've called home only a handful of times.

The first time was in Xiaomengla, and Lei Fei was forced to ask for money from his family, and then his father didn't ask for a reason, and hung up the phone with the next sentence of 'no money'.

At that moment, my despair was double-fold.

One is from Lei Fei, and the other is from my home.

From that moment on, I was completely discouraged from home.

If only he could ask more questions, or say a word of comfort, I would not have been so resentful of them.

Later, after experiencing several rebirths and deaths, my resentment towards them gradually faded a lot.

There is Lao Wei's ...... in the middle

"My Years in Exile in Northern Myanmar" Chapter 350 Rehearsal! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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