University of Phonaing - As long as the world is wide

At the northern end of the runway at Mandalay's Chan Myat Thashi Airport, a large UBA Dakota aircraft is ready to take off, heading south.

A beautiful flight attendant with fair skin, a sweet face, and an elegant figure was handing out candy to passengers on a small porcelain plate.

The time has come for the caretaker government of General Ne Win to hand over power to the Union Party government of U Nu, who won the election. The caretaker government’s success in establishing the rule of law and maintaining peace and order in the country continues, so that the waterways and roads are safe and developed. Day and night trains run continuously between Yangon and Mandalay. As a result, the airplanes, which used to be very crowded in the past, are now filled with only a few passengers.

A young man in his thirties was sitting in a seat on the right side of the plane, next to the window. The seat next to him was empty.

The young man was tall and slender, with a medium complexion. He was dressed neatly and comfortably in a white shirt with a collar, a light gray, thin, and well-tailored suit, and a blue-checked Bangkok long-sleeved shirt on a moss-green background. His nose was prominent, his eyebrows were thick and dark, and his clear eyes were calm and peaceful. His face, with its prominent jawline, was graceful and graceful, but his thin lips also showed a certain friendliness.

The flight attendant approached the young man and handed him a plate of candy, but the young man politely replied that he did not want it. The flight attendant turned to leave, then turned her head back and looked at the young man. Her beautiful, slender eyebrows twitched briefly, then her eyelashes fluttered. In a moment, the flight attendant

The child walked away with a smile, seemingly satisfied with something.

The sound of the plane's propellers began to roar loudly. Soon, the plane was speeding away, soaring like a bird, towards the mountains.

The young man came with me, looking down from the window to the ground below.

The peaceful, green landscape of the dams and streams where the water flows in twelve seasons, twists and turns, leaving behind a trail of movement.

The Duthawaddy River, with its winding shape and the intricate interweaving of the backward and forward threads, and the fine,

The beautiful island of the Ayeyarwady River, with its colorful coral reefs, is a beautiful place to visit.

The Sagaing Mountain, which is a delight to behold with its straight rows of pagodas and pagodas, and the Shan Yoma Mountain Palace, which is shrouded in mist and clouds, are slowly disappearing into the distance.

As the young man was enjoying the view, he heard the soft sound of footsteps in his ears, so he turned around.

When I followed, I saw the flight attendant standing nearby.

He politely declined, seeing the stewardess holding a newspaper in one hand.

"Thank you, I don't read newspapers anymore."

The flight attendant didn't move. She stood there, blinking her eyelashes, looking at him, like a schoolgirl standing in front of a teacher, wanting to ask permission for something.

The flight attendant smiled and confidently sat down in the empty seat next to him. While he was surprised, the girl politely apologized, handing him an autograph book.

"Forgive me if I seem to be bothering you, sir, but I need you to write something for me in this."

He frowned slightly and looked at the flight attendant. The look was so sharp and intelligent that the flight attendant felt a little regretful, wondering if she had made the wrong request. However, he smiled again in a moment. The flight attendant noticed that the smile started with his eyes and then spread to his lips.

He took the autograph book and flipped through it. He saw not the usual autographs, but signatures of famous journalists, writers, and artists.

When he wrote something on the autograph, the flight attendant was very shy.

I looked at his long, slender fingers in admiration. Not only were his fingers long and slender, but his nails, neatly trimmed, were also long and slender and beautiful. His palms were soft and pink.

He returned the autograph to the flight attendant with a look of "Are you satisfied?"

The flight attendant flipped through the autograph and read it. The handwriting was a beautiful, round, and neat handwriting that could be called poetic. The writing was simple and full of sensuality.

Forever healthy and happy, bringing happiness to everyone who sees it.

I can give it to you.

Thatkhaing

That's all.

The flight attendant smiled fondly.

"Thank you, teacher, and I wish you to be filled with the reward you gave me," she said.

He only responded to the little girl's thanks with a smile. He didn't continue speaking.

However, the girl seemed to have something left to say.

"Please, please

"Yes, of course, it's Magway Tin."

"Are you going for the novel?"

"No, it's about the exam."

The flight attendant, not knowing what she was thinking, laughed out loud and said,

“But I’ve heard that writers often get a story when they travel.

"That's it."

“That’s true, you get what you pay for.”

"I hope you get a good story this time, but..."

The girl stopped half-way through her speech, so Ko Thet Khaing looked up and asked.

“But what happened?”

The flight attendant hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a sweet, apologetic voice.

“But... this time, I want the story I get to tell to be not as heartbreaking and heartbreaking as usual, but rather a happy story where everyone comes together in the end.”

When the flight attendant finished with these words, thanked him again, and left, Ko Thet Khaing was left with a faint smile. Although his outward appearance remained composed, his mind was stirred a little, and a vague ache arose in his chest.

As he gazed out the window, Ko Thet Khaing knew he had entered the tropical zone, seeing the green mountains and grasslands disappearing below, giving way to the bleak, barren landscape. This scene stirred his mind even more.

From a height, the sight of the narrow, white, and dusty cart paths, scattered here and there, the palm groves that looked like dried grass, the occasional rare hand-made lake, the small ponds that looked like small ponds, the natural features of this place and this region made his heart skip a beat.

The rugged mountains that I had been staring at came into view again. From these mountains, white, dry streams of sand ran, twisting and turning, breaking up the brown ground into tiny pieces.

Poppa Mountain, famous for drinking water from ninety-nine streams and having nine stone oxen and sheep,

You can also see the mist from afar.

Thet Khaing sighed and opened a medium-sized leather handbag. Inside the bag were a sealed packet of exam question papers, stamped with the Mandalay University seal. From among these question papers, he took out a leather-bound diary.

The diary has a very old, worn-out appearance.

Ko Thet Khaing knew best that this diary was not a daily diary. He was not used to writing a daily diary as a duty. He was always writing about everything he encountered every day.

It is not likely that he recorded anything. What he recorded were his private feelings.

It's just a personal record of feelings that are purely personal to one person.

Ko Thet Khaing opened the diary. He easily turned the page he was familiar with. He had read the text so many times that he had memorized the passages.

Ma Ma Nwe.. Ma Ma Nwe and my brother, I will give you an example of everything that happened in our lives.

I remembered the Yenangyaung-Chauk road that Ma Ma Nwe and Maung knew so well.

The road that won first prize for being the best in Burma is very straight.

Self-control