Chapter 5 Guerrilla: Cousin's Story

When my mother was alive, she once told me that she had a cousin in Yunnan. The son of my mother's cousin, we call him cousin.The eldest sister has met the second cousin among them and often tells me about it.Said to be in Yunnan, already a Hong Kong businessman, but often lives in Kunming.I have been traveling on the Northwest Yunnan Road for many years. I was poor in the mountains, and I was afraid of disturbing the wealthy distant relatives, so I never went to see them. Later, a media in Kunming interviewed me by chance, published it and was seen by my cousin. He knew that I was in Dali, so he asked me to have a drink at home when I was passing through Kunming.I first went there as a courtesy visit, empty-handed, and met my second cousin, who I had never met before, on the street.But at the age of 60, he was dressed in casual clothes, carefree, with round waist and thick shoulders, and his walking was brisk, and he didn't look old at all.He took me into his private art school, sat down without being humble, and had a cup of tea. The two brothers didn't seem like they met for the first time in their lives—they started chatting directly...

His father was my grandfather's nephew.When my grandfather was stationed in Kunming during the Anti-Japanese War, his father was an adjutant.His maternal grandmother was an overseas Chinese from Tianmen, Hubei. During World War II, his grandmother and mother traveled from Africa to India through the Gulf of Aden along with the warships evacuated by the British army, and then returned to China via Burma.It was at the Hubei fellowship meeting in Kunming that my grandfather introduced my cousin's father to his mother, and their family of several sisters was born. Cousin line two, there is an older brother and two younger sisters.When I was in prison, he and his father went to see my parents, but I can't see his parents now.The experiences of our two families in this era can be described as similar, each with its own sorrows and hardships.That night our two brothers had a long talk from tea to wine, even now thinking about it, I still feel the sadness in my heart.And he and I seem to be the two most similar descendants in this huge family.Our respective savage growth and thrilling youth travels are also so exciting...

On the day of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, my grandfather, as Qiu Qingquan's Huangpu classmate and chief of staff, did not follow Qiu's troops to the Northeast Civil War.After he took over the security guard in Wuhan, his cousin's father (I should call him uncle) also stayed in the Wuchang court. At that time, his family was still in Kunming.On the eve of changing flags in Wuhan, my grandfather died on the West Hubei Road.My cousin's father saw that the situation was not good, so he hurriedly removed his armor and rushed back to Kunming. My cousin's maternal line is a very large overseas Chinese family.His grandmother had many children who were doing business in South Africa, Europe, India, Hong Kong, Vietnam and Myanmar.On the eve of the Kunming Uprising, Long Yun's cousin's mother and grandmother mobilized his father to flee with the whole family.They can go to Hong Kong via Vietnam. The people from his mother's line are well-informed businessmen and are used to this kind of chaotic life.However, his father felt that the Communist Party would not embarrass them, so he prevented them from moving again.

When the new regime conquered the world for the first time, people who could read and write would be recruited everywhere to serve it.My cousin's father entered the supply and marketing cooperative, and after a brief study, he was assigned to the countryside of Qujing.Kunming was liberated peacefully, and the former national army personnel were not immediately liquidated at first, so he escaped the anti-revolutionary movement in 1951.But after the world was settled, many Kuomintang officials failed to withdraw to Taiwan, and many of them entered the new government, and there were also hidden elements among them.So in 1954, the internal censorship and anti-revolutionary movement that made people change their colors began again.

This time, my uncle was doomed and was arrested and imprisoned.After more than a year of rigorous examination, it was finally found that he was only a clerk and had no blood debts, so he was released to continue working.However, with the start of rural collectivization and the transformation and merger of urban industry and commerce, a lot of complaints and antagonisms appeared in the society. In March 1955, Mao Zedong said at the National Congress of the Communist Party of China: "The activities of the remaining counter-revolutionary forces in the country are still rampant. We must deal with them in a targeted, analytical, and realistic way."

In April of the same year, the Ministry of Public Security reported that counter-revolutionaries "took advantage of some masses' dissatisfaction with agricultural cooperatives and shortcomings in their work to spread rumors and confuse the public, creating disturbances and riots; activities; some reactionary rich peasants sabotage socialist transformation and various central work in the countryside".Therefore, the Central Committee pointed out that it is necessary to "severely suppress all counter-revolutionaries and criminals who dare to undermine socialist construction and socialist transformation" and "at present, we must focus on opposing arrests or punishments, felony light sentences, and killing or not killing." Rightist sentiment".

As a result, the movement known in history as the "Second Anti-Rebellion Campaign" began again, and my cousin's father could no longer escape.Fortunately, honestly, he was only arrested and sentenced, and he was not tied to the execution ground. At that time, his cousin and his older brother lived in the countryside with his father, while his mother took her two younger sisters to survive in Kunming.Two big fart children suddenly lost their father, let alone how to contact their mother, and almost starved to death in the countryside.His elder brother had to learn to sneak around, and reluctantly lived with his younger brother.By the time their mother heard the news and came to pick them up, the two children were already like beggars, covered in lice and fleas, and almost dying of hunger.

My cousin's grandmother and mother were originally from a family of dentists and were overseas Chinese. Although the new China did not allow them to practice privately, they were not persecuted too much at first, and they were arranged to work in a public-private joint clothing factory.His mother took four children alone, relying on past savings to barely support this endangered family.But she began to resent her husband deeply - they could have lived abroad with dignity.In order for her children not to be discriminated against and implicated, she chose to divorce her husband in prison.

In this way, my cousin's family survived tremblingly until the "Cultural Revolution" broke out.When Kunming started a large-scale raid-like search campaign, his mother sent his grandmother and the treasures that had been treasured for many years to his little uncle's home in the countryside.One day, my teenage cousin went to visit his grandmother in the countryside alone, and suddenly found that his uncle's house was in a mess.He followed the neighbor's guidance to the playground and saw the crowd criticizing his grandmother, while his uncle was tied up and hung on a basketball hoop.He saw that the so-called treasures copied from his uncle's house turned out to be patriotic bonds purchased overseas by his family in response to the government's call during the War of Resistance in the Republic of China.This is the heart of their overseas Chinese family. The bonds are piled up to two feet. Continental Evidence.

The young and energetic cousin really couldn't bear to see the miserable situation of grandma and uncle.Howling, he rushed into the crowd, forcibly untied his uncle's rope, and fought with the Red Guards who came to intervene.The crowd was in chaos, and the Red Guards in the countryside were a little afraid of this young man with an accent from the provincial capital and whose origin was unknown, while the villagers felt a lot of sympathy for their good family, and the two sides pulled together, and the uncle and grandma fled the chaotic scene. He desperately rushed out of the encirclement and led his pursuers to the railway.He didn't know the way out of the chaos in the countryside. He only knew that along the railway, he could still run back to the provincial capital, to his precarious home in the revolutionary era.

In fact, homes in troubled times are like dangerous nests.The school has been closed to cause a revolution, and my cousin who is about to graduate from junior high school has been included in the roster of going to the mountains and going to the countryside.Grandma and uncle couldn't live in that small town anymore, so they also fled to Kunming at this time.Seeing the repatriation of the fugitive "five types of elements", the family discussed that the only way to escape this catastrophe was to smuggle grandma to the aunt's house in Burma. But from Kunming to Myanmar, you must go through the border town of Ruili.In those days, it took five days to travel 1,000 or hundreds of kilometers by car, not to mention that you had to go through several border checkpoints to enter the border, and it was impossible to travel without legal documents.Cousin decides to explore the road by himself, and this is an adventure journey that he has never embarked on. In the past, in families with many children, there was always one child who was born to be the pillar of the family.Maybe it's Yu Ruqicheng who lived through the difficult times. My second cousin has been daring to think and act since he was a teenager.He ran to the Educated Youth Resettlement Office alone, stalking and beating him, resolutely refusing to go to Banna, which was originally arranged, but Ruili County, which was more difficult.The resettlement office was disturbed by him, so he had to be reassigned to this small border county.He took his household registration and a resettlement fee of 100 yuan and went straight to the department store.On a whim, he bought dozens of pairs of Jiefang shoes, wrapped them in a quilt, and set out on the road. Chuxiong, Dali, Baoshan, Ruili, and Baier Heshan were out of the day and night. When he arrived in that very small border town, he was almost penniless.Instead of reporting to the local educated youth office, he went directly to a township on the border to go to the market.At that time, the frontier villagers could cross the border at any time to go to fairs, while the mountain people in Myanmar often had to go to China to buy various daily necessities.Cousin's Jiefang shoes were just the fashion of Burmese compatriots back then, and they were quickly sold out at more than double the price.One hundred yuan turned into three hundred yuan. At that time, he suddenly seemed rich. He went to the Educated Youth Office to seek placement. According to regulations, the director assigned him to an educated youth tribe.And his purpose was to help grandma smuggle people, of course he continued to insist on going to a village on the border to settle down.The director resolutely refused to allow it. He was determined to live or die anyway, and went to the Educated Youth Office every day to sit around and argue.Really helpless, one day he followed the director's children home from school, and then said to the director with a smirk on his face: I will not go to the countryside anymore, and I will be responsible for picking up your children from now on.The director was really worried that these bad boys from the provincial capital would do all kinds of evil, so he had to compromise and assign him to the cottage he wanted to go to. Most daily necessities at that time were supplied by ticket.Educated youth settle down, you can go to the Educated Youth Office to buy tickets.He didn't work all day, so he went to the educated youth office all day long.Today I want some tobacco and alcohol tickets, and tomorrow I want some cloth and soap tickets. I take these tickets and go shopping, and then I go to the market to resell them.This descendant of overseas Chinese seems to be born with a superman in financial business. He was shrewd and wise at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and carefully planned his youthful life of leisure and work. After completing the checkpoints for crossing the border, he wrote to his relatives in Myanmar to contact him.He transferred to Kunming, took his grandmother and little uncle, and stayed overnight across the state and government all the way. Finally, he bypassed multiple checkpoints of the border guards and entered Myanmar smoothly, handing his grandmother over to his relatives there. But at that time, when the anti-Chinese trend in Myanmar was serious, the relatives there could not provide the two men with the chance of survival.Thinking of the persecution and discrimination they have suffered in the country, there is no prospect of going back, so they simply joined the Burmese Communist Party guerrillas in Wa State on the border. Regarding the origin of the anti-government guerrillas of the Burmese Communist Party, many people are now confused.The actual situation is that Myanmar declared independence in 1948, but the Communist Party of Myanmar was weak and was suppressed and expelled by the Yangon government.The internal contradictions and struggles of the Burmese Communist Party intensified, and they were divided into red and white factions.The Red faction learned from the Soviet Union and gradually declined. By 1972, it disappeared.The leader of the White faction, Deqin Dandong, learned from China and established an armed force in southern Myanmar. In the late 1950s, due to the failure of the government's military strikes, this team retreated into China and was placed by the Chinese government in the mining areas of Sichuan and Guizhou provinces. In the 1960s, during the border negotiations between China and Myanmar, China made great concessions.However, during the "Cultural Revolution" in 1967, Chinese students studying in Yangon, Myanmar, also established the "Red Guards" and started a series of radical actions that caused large-scale anti-China activities.The embassy and Xinhua News Agency were smashed, and the Chinese in Myanmar were implicated. The conflict between the two countries suddenly deepened.At this time, the Pengjia voice of the Communist Party of Burma was also driven back to Yunnan, and this armed force was immediately reorganized and trained by the People's Liberation Army.Members of the former Burmese Communist Party who had already been in Guizhou and Sichuan at that time were also urgently assembled and armed, officially branded as the "People's Army", and launched a sudden counterattack against the Burmese government forces. At that time, the Yunnan Military Region was given the task of supporting the Burmese Communist Party. The People's Army, equipped with Chinese military advisers and advanced weapons, passed through overnight, occupied the Kokang area in an instant, and expanded to the west bank of the Salween River.They organized and established four military regions, which is the origin of the various separatist forces in Wa State and Shan State in northern Myanmar today.At that time, it was the time when China’s educated youth movement to the countryside began on a large scale, and the armed struggle of the Burmese Communist Party in full swing gave these depressed young people a temptation—it is better to participate in the world revolution than to work in the country.More importantly, the Chinese government at that time not only provided weapons and advisers to the guerrillas of the Communist Party of Burma, but also recognized Chinese educated youths who crossed the border to join the army to participate in "revolutionary work." My cousin and his uncle came to a conscription station in northern Myanmar. Without further ado, each of them immediately got a set of simple military uniforms, as well as Chinese-style long guns and ammunition.The Communist Party of Burma did not train these recruits at all. They were immediately assigned to two units, and turned around and went into the famous "Rolling Battle". The cousin, who is martial by nature and extremely alert, has learned sniping and field combat without a teacher.The battalion he was in was mainly stationed in a trench in a primeval forest.As far as the eye can see, there is a dam and some farmers, and the opposite mountain is the garrison of government troops.Bazi is a buffer zone, and farmers are still self-sufficient regardless of the conflict between the two sides, and at the same time provide vegetables for both sides. There is basically no fighting during the day, and at night, both sides will send teams to attack and harass the other side's position.In front of the god of death, everyone took turns to play, each fighting with their own ability and luck.When it was my cousin's turn, he and his two comrades brought two more landmines.Before sneaking into the enemy camp in the dark, they planted weapons on the approaching path.Then he shot at the faint lights of the opposite fortress, which immediately drew out the shouting pursuers, and soon there was a loud noise and screams...they returned to camp victorious. At that time, the Communist Party of Burma had insufficient funds, and the supply was naturally precarious.They are in the jungle, fighting all kinds of mosquitoes and dry leeches all day long, and often have nothing to eat.But the bloody smell of battle, in that era full of revolution, almost naturally attracted these romantic youths who had watched war movies since childhood.Eighteen and nineteen-year-old children, although they have complaints about the persecution of the times, most of them responded to Chairman Mao's call.They "learned war in war", swaying their youthful blood in vain.In the doom they cannot save from their own families, they dreamed of a world revolution in the tropical jungle and tried to liberate all mankind. Beside my cousin, groups of educated youth soldiers died silently, and the survivors began to stand in command positions one by one.Disabled heroes are also set as models, and political cadres hypnotize these desperate men and women every night.But in any era, there are some thinkers with different talents.A comrade-in-arms of my cousin is also an educated youth in Kunming. His father was once the chief of staff of General Long Yun.This calm and intelligent young man, and his cousin became iron-blooded buddies in the flames of war. In the interval between fighting blood and blood, he became tired of the war, and began to confide in private about his confusion about the revolution and war... The revolution has never allowed the existence of skeptics, let alone this kind of deluded and fictional righteous war, which is fundamentally afraid of being questioned.The Burmese people are annoyed by the uneasiness and burden brought by the guerrillas; the unscrupulous killing of the same clan has gradually chilled the hearts of volunteers from neighboring countries who do have a little knowledge.The diary of my cousin's only comrade-in-arms who could meet with his heart and soul was finally discovered by the political commissar of the Burmese Communist Party during a routine inspection.The doubts about the Communist Party of Burma and the pessimism and despair about the future revealed in his writing made the political commissar suddenly murderous. To make an example, the team focused on watching the sentencing of the would-be traitor.He was punished to kneel on the ground, the scorching sun of South Asia was hot and flushed in the rainforest, and there was a silence like thousands of birds flying in the mountains.A Chinese youth who once embraced lofty ideals in order to escape the persecution of the "Cultural Revolution" was blew his head off by the rebels in cold blood.At that moment, my cousin saw the flying brains, carrying those colorful thought fragments, scattered to the foreign fertile land like a rainstorm.The tearful eyes he suppressed suddenly saw fear, the ruthlessness and nothingness of the revolution... As if to test his loyalty, he was called out to dig a pit to bury his brother, and he picked up the fragments of life bit by bit.He saw the bursting eyeballs, facing the north in despair. In the north beyond the thousands of mountains, there was his motherland, his first love, his old mother who had been leaning on the door for life, and the same broken home in troubled times.Cousin, who is brave by nature, buried his compatriots, and at the same time buried his resentment and doubts... Just like the Soviet Communist Party’s “internationalist assistance” to the CCP, China also invested a lot of human, financial and material resources in the Burmese Communist Party.This civil war secretly supported by neighboring countries has caused the Burmese government a great headache.The two countries originally established diplomatic relations, and the leaders had to meet on different occasions. The Myanmar side has repeatedly protested to the Chinese side. At the end of the 1970s, China substantially adjusted its foreign policy, and "independence and non-interference" began to be implemented.As a result, the Burmese government army and the Burmese Communist Party entered into a stalemate, each waiting for a change in the situation. The guerrillas of the Communist Party of Burma, which lost their funds, had to start a large-scale opium finance.Seeing poppies bloom all over the mountains and fields, the blood of my cousin and more educated youth soldiers began to cool down on the sinful land where they rolled, and he began to plan to escape... He has long lost contact with his family. Whether his father was released from prison, where his mother, younger sister and brother were separated during the "Cultural Revolution" were things he could hardly imagine in the jungle.All he knew was that his brother-in-law, who was not much older than him, was still in a nearby ditch, foolishly defending the Communist Party of Burma, which had nothing to do with them.He knew very well that his escape might bring punishment or even death to his uncle, so he had to find an opportunity to meet him and conspire with him for a dangerous future. They finally met in the flames of war in the early 1970s. He saw that his cowardly uncle was transformed into a completely Burmese guerrilla fighter by the smoke of war.Fortunately, the two funny little platoon leaders were not turned into cannon fodder, and they shook hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes.His motion was not approved by his uncle. He believed that the civil strife in the motherland was far more terrifying than this absurd civil war.Although he was born and died here, at least he will not be tied up and beaten again.However, the real motherland regards these returned overseas Chinese as enemies. He would rather choose to die with dignity here than go back to live cruelly. Cousin had no choice but to give up his mobilization, but he was determined to escape.However, a new order came down, and they were going to attack a county seat.The guerrillas made an all-out attack this time, and were surrounded by the ace divisions of the government army who rushed over quickly, and suddenly fell into a desperate situation.Countless young people who have not received strict military training hardly know their direction when they really leave the mountains and enter the city to fight in the streets.Under the artillery fire of the regular army, they were swept away like wildfire.The cousin took his few remnants and fled into the forest quickly based on his experience of city life.He was tracked and ambushed all the way, and his comrades kept flying blood and flesh around him.He rushed out of the siege with slight injuries, returned to the camp to rest, and began to design an escape route. Finally, when it was his turn to stand guard at night, he took advantage of the interval between sentry checks and went straight to the primeval forest without taking anything.After running wildly all night and encountering wild animals, he deeply regretted that he didn't bring his gun.Finally he reached the border river between China and Burma. He didn't dare to pass the Chinese outpost, so he had to cross the river downstream and finally returned to the village where he was sent down. The Jingpo villagers have never cared about state affairs, let alone these Han educated youths who come and go.The cousin gave the one-acre three-point land under his name to a farmer in the village, and sneaked back to the provincial capital by himself. I don’t know the age in the mountains. At that time, it was actually close to the mid-1970s, and the Communist Party of China and Myanmar were undergoing changes. The social order in China, which was disrupted by the "Cultural Revolution", is gradually recovering, while the internal conflicts within the Communist Party of Burma continue to worsen.Before and after Mao Zedong's ascension, China's military "advisory team" to Myanmar also secretly withdrew in batches.The Burmese Communist Party was dying, and the Chinese educated youths of the guerrillas began to flee one after another; the independent leaders of the Burmese Communist Party were evolving into corrupt and evil drug lords. When my cousin returned to the provincial capital, he found out that his elder brother had also joined the guerrillas of the Communist Party of Burma, and his life and death were uncertain.His mother and sister never allowed him to return to Ruili.But the movement of educated youths to return to the city hadn't started yet, and he couldn't find a job, so he idled around and became a famous "Brother Super" on the streets of Kunming.They are a group of idle bastards who have experienced many battles. They worship the former bodyguard of General Cai E as their teacher, and practice the famous Liujia boxing in Yunnan. In that year, it was the time when gang fights in Chinese cities became commonplace.Most of these young people who grew up savagely had their families ruined and their futures were hopeless. They formed gangs and fought violently like the movie "Once Upon a Time in America" ​​to make a living.Most of the troops headed by my cousin are soldiers who have returned from Burma. Even with ordinary grievances in the world, they will have the courage to treat death as home, and they will naturally emerge soon.They were able to get food and clothing in troubled times just by helping others fight, which seems like a legend today. A strong man who tends to mix with society naturally likes gentle and elegant beauties.However, the originally quiet and well-behaved girl is easily lost by the rough and bloody savage.It was in such a chaotic life that the youthful cousin met his love.My current cousin was an employee of a photo studio at that time.The photo of her as a model is a beauty that slipped through the hustle and bustle of Spring City.Many educated youths at that time were secretly coveting this scenery.The battle to win the beauty has already begun, but Huaichun's cousin seems to be unaware of it.As if in the animal world of the African grassland, the bravest and most fit cousin became the only winner. Even the leader of the state-run photo studio who tried to stop the opposition to their marriage had to succumb to his persistence and ruthlessness in the end.He got married, and his cousin, like a wise animal trainer, dragged him back to the adult world from the chaotic arena. He had to start thinking about supporting his family, and his reputation in the world made him quickly mixed into a team.At that time, the cart driver was the most prestigious profession in the entire bottom society. He traveled all over the world, learned a lot, brought goods and people, and spent a lot of money.When he returned to the Ruili cottage, it was almost like a hero who fell from the sky.In this way, they traveled all the way, and they went straight into the reform and opening up of China in the early 1980s. My cousin's father was released, but his family was broken and he still lived alone in the countryside.His elder brother and younger uncle were also discharged from the army in Myanmar, but their motherland did not recognize their revolutionary history, so naturally they could not arrange work and recognize their seniority.What's more troublesome is that his eldest brother has suffered from some kind of war trauma, and he has obviously lost his soul, delirious as a mentally handicapped. The mother, who was re-identified as an overseas Chinese, reconnected with relatives from various countries who had been separated for decades, and became the first batch of old overseas Chinese who reported to the central government to go abroad and settle down.She can't take any of her children away for the time being, and this family will depend on my second cousin to support it from now on. In China in the early 1980s, self-employment began to be allowed.The cousin of the overseas Chinese businessman family, learned the ancestral dental skills from his grandmother and mother since he was a child.He checked out those sealed instruments and opened the first private dental clinic in Kunming.The fate of an individual has always been related to the fate of the country. What the Chinese people need to get rich is nothing more than the loosening of the government.Soon he became one of the first batch of 10,000-yuan households, but it was too hard to scrape money one by one.The emerging individual taxis made him keenly see business opportunities. He was one of the first batch to buy a car and rent it out, so he was so proud of himself for a while.At that time, there were very few people who had the money to take a taxi, so he was keen to go to the place where the civil aviation ticket was sold to wait for the guests.But in civil aviation at that time, buying a ticket actually required a letter of introduction from the unit.Through various small favors, he gained the privilege of buying tickets through the back door.Passing merchants have to find him if they want to buy a ticket, and then take his taxi to the airport. He only earns his car fare, but his business is guaranteed. As more and more regular customers came and went, he found that a group of northerners always came and went mysteriously, and always kept their seemingly expensive luggage in his car.He is a person who came back from Myanmar, so he naturally knows some words of the underworld.He had a premonition that he was being used dangerously, and was afraid of being implicated in trouble in the future, so he found a suitable opportunity and informed the police of his suspicions.The police checked the luggage and found a large amount of drugs, so they planned to arrest him, and a gangster was dropped. The Civil Aviation Public Security Department and the local public security are two systems, and the local police's efforts to solve the case and seize credit have given the Civil Aviation Police a huge embarrassment.The cousin who was rewarded by the local police was arrested by the Civil Aviation Police Station under the pretext of speculating and reselling air tickets.At that time, the interrogation was disorderly, and some of them could not be convicted or released for several years.Extorting confessions by torture has always been their daily routine. Fortunately, his martial arts skills and years of experience in the rivers and lakes made him unyielding. Finally, with the intervention of the provincial department, he was acquitted. The world is dangerous and the road is difficult, his long-sealed taxi has rusted, so he had to sell it to others at a low price, and he had to start looking for a new way of life.He didn't graduate from junior high school, but he was gifted with a low IQ. He had worked hard all his life, relying only on the blood and courage of a man.Stumbling like this, he dragged his entire family into the 21st century. After half a century, our two brothers met for the first time.After a glass of wine, we each narrated our respective narrow escapes, and the two bowls of wine on the table seemed to have caused waves.The fate of the two remnants of the Liu family in Tianmen, Hubei, in China in the 20th century, witnessed the hardships and hardships of an era. In his early 60s, with the frost on his temples and autumn, he showed me the remaining old photos of the aristocratic family without surprise, allowing me to get acquainted with those relatives I had never seen before.At this time, his parents and brother-in-law died separately; his elder brother, who he had taken care of all his life, had also ended his humble and humble life.His two younger sisters have emigrated overseas, and his wife and daughter have also settled in Hong Kong.This family of overseas Chinese has finally returned to the business life they are used to in their blood.Only he still goes in and out of Kunming alone, guarding the last family property alone. He took me through the deep alleys he was familiar with when he was a child, pointing and talking about the bravery of the year.Occasionally, he would visit his comrades-in-arms scattered all over Yunnan—these scattered and humble guerrillas of the Burmese Communist Party at the bottom, and no one has cared about their innocent and destitute existence so far.It was in his old memories that I learned about the rise and fall of this absurd communist movement: the blood of those internationalist fighters turned out to be the splendor of poppies... In 1980, the Burmese Communist Party formally established a drug trade organization directly under the central government, code-named "8.19".Drugs became their sole source of various funds, and they established as many as a hundred heroin processing factories.Almost all middle and high-level cadres of the Burmese Communist Party are involved in drug trafficking, and all high-level leaders are involved in corruption. In 1989, Peng Jiasheng rebelled in Kokang and announced his separation from the Communist Party of Burma.Afterwards, the "August 15th" military region of the Burmese Communist Party also declared its independence, and most of the leaders of this department were "educated youths" who came to aid the war from China.The Central Committee of the Communist Party of Burma was finally at the end of the day, and the leader Dechen Paddending and his followers spent the rest of their lives under the protection of China. This separatist cottage supported by China ended up pouring a large amount of drugs into China.So far, that mountain is still full of poppies, and the blood of my cousin's generation is still fertile with the grass of other countries...