You are angry - being angry can seriously damage your health.

Chapter (1)

The ninth worldly wealth is me... Nyi Su thought to herself.

It wasn't really my father who declared war on him. My father, an associate professor in the Burmese Department, highly valued Pipi's scholarly reputation.

My brother is just a poor son. (Actually... poor is just as good as good if it meets the needs of the buyer, Dad.)

The problem is that at school, you have to take an oral exam called Viva Voce.

Myanmar language professors from various universities came to examine the paper. Nyi Su's father himself came as an external examiner.

Nyi Su felt a little nervous, but she entered the exam room with determination.

A tall, bald professor sitting right in front of me began...

“Son... have you read Saya Zaw Gyi’s poems?” “Yes... I have,” Nyi Su answered enthusiastically. Which of Saya Zaw Gyi’s poems would you like to ask about? The Way of the Buddha, My Brother Bing Win, Maung Thit Siin, In Ancient Bagan...

Before Nyi Su could finish his thoughts, the professor's question took an unexpected turn.

“That Zawgyi’s real name… er… if you know his real name, please tell me.”

"Hey..."

Saya Zawgyi's real name is... Nyi Su's eyes turned blue. He... doesn't know.

I shivered and looked towards where my father was sitting, which made it worse.

My father's face was red and tense. The anger in his eyes was evident, as if he was the son of a Burmese professor and didn't even know this.

Meanwhile....

A seemingly good-natured teacher from the examination team gives a clue to help Zaw Gyi remember his real name, "U Thein Han," and links it to the contemporary film villain "Thein Han Gyi." The teacher...

"You're the name of a movie star from the President's Villain Group."

"Ah... I know... I know"

"Hey... if you know, tell me, who was it, what was Sayar Zaw Gyi's real name..."

"Cheebu... teacher,"

My father's side really didn't go overboard.

"You're the one who humiliated me in front of everyone. I don't want to look at your face."

When my father said that, every time my younger brother passed in front of my father, he would cover his head with a big blanket.

My father didn't seem to want to bear it any longer.

"Hey, man... get off my house right now," Nyi Su scratched his head.

My father didn't say it like that from the beginning, but he remembered how suffocating it was to have to face the big blanket so that I couldn't see his face... and he was still afraid of me on my ass.

With that thought, I took my clothes bag, money, and ID and went downstairs from Nyi Su's house.

Where should I go after I get off the bus?

Without further ado, a friend of mine, called Big, lives alone in a small house measuring 20 feet by 60 feet.

This guy came from the countryside and went to school. He had no friends, no family, and just hung around on his roof.

Nyi Sue, satisfied with his thoughts, made a gesture of evasion.

"Didn't the Buddha say that we should act like a bird whose wings alone carry the burden?"

Now his father decided that his actions were in line with the Buddha's teachings.

When he arrived at the address he knew, he couldn't find "the big guy." The man who seemed to be the host...

"My brother is gone."

“Oh... oh... oh, oh, oh... I'm lost, my friend, you're a star that didn't shine, a string that didn't spin, a garden that didn't plant, you're a poem that didn't continue, my friend... oh,

"Wait... wait, my friend, not yet."

"Ha... why not? Yes, yes, my friend here is the one who carried an entire era in his chest and set off on a journey with wounds..."

"He who gathered the broken light, made his lap a battlefield to save the entire humanity whose fate was hanging in the balance, and did not back down even an inch.. Uncle, he... he..."

"Oh... oh... that's great, bro. The people next door are all looking at me."

The landlord, with his fists raised, forcibly stopped Nyi Su, who was talking incessantly, and hurriedly...

"The person I want to meet with no longer lives in this house, he has moved to the other side of the neighborhood--"

Nyi Su, with his arms raised in pride, stood tall and looked his host in the eye.

Then... he said one word. "Give me... his address."

From the moment I started talking, I realized that the old man had moved house. He was deliberately making a joke just to make it funny.

As we all know... Nyi Su is not a civilized person.

Chapter (2)

I happened to see a big man sitting idly on a deck chair in the front room.

Nyi Sue threw her clothes bag into the corner of the room with a 'clap'...

"Here... My friend, don't be discouraged. I have come to this house myself to save you and correct your mistakes."

Even if you come to stay at someone else's house, it's still not worth it.

The big man, sitting on his haunches, raised his eyelids and looked up, his eyes fluttering open.

"You could have just said plainly that you were kicked out of the house."

Since he already knew about it, the old man had already seen through Nyi Su's eyes, and Nyi Su laughed shyly, "Ah... ". And then...

"Please... Remember, the house you lived in before was good, why did you move here with your son?"

My sister's question made me think twice. I couldn't answer right away. Then...

“Oh... what do you call it? In every process that seeks progress, there is change, my friend. That is revolutionary philosophy. Even the Great October Revolution in Russia held onto this kind of ideology...”

“Wait... wait... don't talk too much... remember, what progress has been made since you moved from that neighborhood to this neighborhood?”

The old man's eyes widened... "There's a telephone in this house."

"Hmm... you don't have any work to do, so why bother talking on the phone?"

The old man became very shy and said... "I'm a dog, yes, of course, but when you say such a stupid thing, I feel embarrassed... Hee... Hee"

"Hey... you're still shy."

Nyi Su muttered, as if she had witnessed an incredible event, "Oh my god...

"There's one thing, the previous owner of this house allowed strangers to call him at any time. There were usually three or four people who paid for the phone call each day. He also told his friends that if they called him through this phone number, they would call him at his house."

"Okay... let's do it, you're the one who's paying for the phone, right? I don't have to worry about the tea bill anymore, remember?"

The elder brother, in disgust at Nyi Su's words, turned his head sharply to the side, frowning.

“Hey, man... Brother Su, do you think I’m just a guy who only looks at money? I’m doing this job to help the public communicate smoothly, to sacrifice myself. I’m no longer a bargaining chip, my friend. I’ve become a living token for the public, a token of the people’s good will, a token representing the public, a token of the people… Do you understand?”