Every day I lurked, I recited words, got beaten, and learned to deceive people in telemarketing fraud dens.
Three years later, I quit the entire group and returned to China, only to find that I could no longer adapt to normal life.
The leader patted me on the shoulder and said, "You have done a great job, now it's time to sit in the office."
But I only remember those eyes staring at me in the darkness, and the quiet snow of Zhongnan Mountain.
On the day I submitted my resignation letter, I spent a whole day chopping firewood at the old Taoist temple in Zhongnan Mountain.
Snow fell on my shoulders, just like the rare winter snow in Yangon that year when the cross-border operation was closed.
Intention: After several lives and deaths, you can still find yourself after the ups and downs of officialdom.