Nat Nwe - University and the outside world

1.. A dark, narrow staircase.

It is the new moon day of the Goddess, with silvery snow and a cool breeze.

A young man came down from a four-story building on 38th Street in a hurry. When he reached the street, he stood for a moment with a confused expression, then slowly walked down.

He had already managed to avoid meeting the landlady on the way down the stairs. His room was on the top floor, right next to the roof. The other three-story buildings

The modest height was divided into four floors, so the top floor was not a standard apartment but a low-rise building.

But he was still clinging to this small, low room. The landlady lived on the third floor directly below his room, so whenever he wanted to go out, he had to go through the landlady's kitchen. Every time he did, he was afraid and felt uneasy. Because he was the landlady's wife.

Because the rent and food bills are already overwhelming.

In fact, it was not only a time when he was avoiding the big lady who owed him money, but also a time when he was trying to avoid meeting his friends. Now he didn't want to meet anyone. It was a time when he was hiding from the world. As the economy got worse, his position was gradually becoming smaller and smaller. He was becoming more and more scattered.

Sometimes he decides to face the world with courage, hoping that it will be better than midnight, but he stumbles on the stairs.

He hated the idea of ​​having to beg for money. He was tired of being lied to and apologized to.

Therefore, he too had to get off the roof like a thief.

"Am I that cowardly? Am I that weak? Am I not brave enough to face anything? Yes. I am not a person who dares to do anything practically. These days, I only lie in bed and make up ideas. I am afraid to put those ideas into practice. I am a coward. If I am even afraid of this great woman, how can I put my other ideas into practice?"

The young man was walking, talking to himself. He didn't care that everyone around him was working hard to make ends meet. He had a sad face, as if he were the only one in the world who was unhappy. His face was so ugly.

Even in the dark, it was clear from all sides that he was a handsome man.

He has good eyes and eyebrows, and a manly stature. His only weakness is his habit of talking to himself. Occasionally, his superiors

The lower lips are moving, revealing inner restlessness.

In addition, the young man looked sunken and a little tired. In fact, he had been going through sleepless nights and had not eaten for two days.

His clothes were also very old and worn. He could see the copper lines on his red-and-white shirt. The shirt underneath was also a dirty red. The collar and pockets were torn. The cuffs were torn and the long-sleeved shirt was torn. Because of this, he did not want to see his school friends.

No matter how much he forgets his surroundings, he still remembers where he is going. Because he knows exactly how far it is from where he lives and how long it will take to get there. Once he counted the number of steps he took on this journey. There were exactly seven hundred and thirty steps. Now he was walking this journey with a purpose. He was acting out his nightly fantasies.

The young man walked along the narrow, dirty road and soon arrived in front of an old building. The tenants in the old building were Chinese, Black, Burmese, and Ka-pya. They were not happy people, but people who had to live in a comfortable place. Their occupations were also different from each other. The young man studied the building and the surrounding area for a long time and then climbed the dark and narrow stairs. The stairs were only wide enough for a person to climb with difficulty, and there was very little light. However, he was used to climbing stairs and knew which floor he was on. He remembered this environment well and was familiar with it. He especially liked the darkness and blackness. “If I’m so afraid now, what will I do when I actually do it?” The young man asked himself again with dissatisfaction when he reached the fourth floor. At that moment, he did not move forward for a long time. Because three or four guys were moving the furniture. In that room lived a guy who was a life insurance agent.

He knew that. Now that the house has moved to another place, it is indicating that there will be only one old lady at the top of the north staircase of the third floor until another tenant arrives. There is still a staircase at the top of the south staircase to go up to the upper floor of this building. It is a four-story building, with one staircase for every two rooms.

He stood at the top of the stairs, away from the scoundrels, and pressed the small white electric button installed at the door of the old woman's room. A faint ringing of a bell rang from inside. A moment later, a creaking sound was heard from inside, and the door swung open. The old woman stood there, watching the visitor intently. In the darkness, her small, hard eyes were bright. Only when she saw the scoundrels at the top of the stairs did the old woman open the door wide, as if reassured by the situation. As soon as the door opened, the young man stepped inside. The old woman stood face to face with the young man, still gazing intently.

The old woman was about 60 years old, and her skin was already wrinkled. Apart from her sharp eyes and pointed nose, her other features were frail. A white cloth was tied around her long neck, which looked like a chicken leg. The old woman often coughed. She had applied too much coconut oil to her white hair, which gave off a strong odor. The old woman seemed to be gradually becoming more and more suspicious of her age.

“My name is Maung Yankin. I am a student. I was here once a month ago.”

He spoke quickly, but with complete reverence.

"Oh...oh...yes...I remember."

However, the old woman's eyes were still narrowed. "Yes... I came here because of a matter."