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In the mid-1990s, my friend Wu Zejun and I had a dream of Burma.
First took a train from Chongqing Qijiang County to Kunming, and then changed cars to cross Baoshan, because the identity card was stolen, he had to apply for two border passes in Baoshan.
After three days and two nights, we finally reached the end of the trip: Ruili.
At that time, there was no karaoke in the mainland, but on Ruili Street, one yuan a song was already very popular.
Especially at night, Ruili is even more crowded, bustling and bustling, one by one Indians, Laos, Burmese people pass by; selling watermelons, selling coconuts, selling sugar cane, selling all kinds of Dai-flavored snacks, small traders and vendors, one after another, endlessly; Han, Dai, Jingpo, Collapse, mixed in, dazzling!
A poem is popular in the area:
Rarity is a good place
Crazy girls everywhere
This poem is engraved on the wall of the hotel, and it is estimated that it is the insight and harvest of our predecessors here!
On the second day, we took a van to the Sister Story Development Zone, the main purpose of which was to inspect the Burmese jadeite.
Sure enough, a small sister told thousands of old Burmese all over the place, as small as eggs, as large as a few tons of Burmese jadeite, dazzling, and expensive.
We both looked at each other and smiled, and our hearts would be. Yes, the opportunity to make a fortune came.
Walking around, I came to a bridge, and suddenly saw a group of people dancing on the grass opposite, out of curiosity, I walked over, sat on the grass and smoked two cigarettes, watching with great interest as they danced the folk dance. While watching, they joked that they were as black as Africans, and they didn't care, because they were wearing the same cage as the Dai people.
However, when I went, I was fine, but I couldn't go back.
When we were just about to step on the bridge where we came, a dozen black men in military uniforms suddenly appeared from the slash, holding AK47s in their hands, shouting at us:
"Man ㇏ ≤!"
At that moment I realized, oops, must have crossed the border, and hurriedly said to my companions:
"Crouch down, hands on your head!"
The companion's face suddenly turned white, and the moment he squatted, his pants actually got wet.
"Bag!" I cursed in my heart.
The black man who was the leader took us into a hut and talked for half a day, not understanding a word. Finally, he made a gesture and uttered a sentence in English:
"money？"
"money？ Yes and yes. I replied hastily.