Journalist Mamalay - Love

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The long, rectangular, one-story pine house resembled a painted pine box laid horizontally on the ground.

The house is painted a dark dove color.

Under the ever-cloudy sky, it lay with a dull, dry complexion.

On the square facade of the house, there is a small door to enter the house in the corner.

There was a small room there where you could take off your shoes and put away your umbrella, hat, and raincoat, and you had to enter the living room from that room.

A large red fur rug was laid out in the living room, and large sofas and chairs lined the walls of the living room.

The large sofas and chairs are covered with crisp white linens. - In the corner of the living room, there is a radio and a writing desk.

The ceiling above the living room was low, a single roof, and painted white.

Sliding doors are placed along the front and sides of the living room, at a height that is just enough to support the person standing upright.

The door was hidden from view, and was left wide open.

The doorway is covered with a beautiful green, openwork curtain with a brass frame, and can be moved to open the entire front and side if needed. The living room is divided into two areas.

One part is used as a living room, while the other part is used as a dining room with a long table and chairs.

A Japanese sign was hung on the wall opposite the dining table, barely visible.

The meaning of the caption is "Good friends never change like water."

A beautiful vase of flowers was placed on the dining table. The vase was a double layer of light blue, and the stem and flower branches planted in the vase were a single light yellow color, slender and brutally beautiful.

Behind the table, against the wall, was a long cabinet with dishes in it. On the cabinet, at one end, was a large vase of flowers.

Large clusters of crimson flowers adorned the large vase, looking magnificent.

In the center stands an electric Westminster clock. At the far end, on a wooden stool, stands a Japanese girl doll, dressed in a kimono and holding a small umbrella to one side, her head tilted slightly.

Above the wardrobe hung a painting. It was of an English girl in a red dress, with long, golden hair in front of her, and a hairbrush in her right hand. Her face was smooth and graceful, as if she were staring at someone, neither smiling nor laughing.

The cabinet is beautifully displayed with dragon figurines, medicine figurines, colorful painted plates, lacquer cups, and lacquerware.

The layout of the rooms in the house is such that on one side there are two bedrooms, one long and one short, with a living room. On the other side, there is a small room for taking off shoes, a toilet, a kitchen, a bathroom, and an additional bedroom, all long and one short.

There is a pedestrian walkway in the middle, separating each side.

Of the two rooms adjacent to the living room, the middle one is covered in tatami mats.

In the middle of the room, a low, square, reddish-brown table was set up.

The table was made of stone, like a lacquered cloth, and was shiny. Cloths were placed around the table.

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On the table was a green vase, completely covered in flowers. In the vase, the petals of the flowers, a mixture of golden and ruby, were blooming, and the green and brown leaves were entwined and hanging down.

The next room, adjacent to the middle room, is also lined with tatami mats and lined with wardrobes.

Inside the wall separating the living room and the bedroom, there is a bed, pillows, and clothes, and when the door is closed, it is like a wall.

On the wall, paintings of forests and mountains drawn on cloth are hung lengthwise.

The house is fenced in. The walls of the rooms on the courtyard side are not sealed, but only the sliding doors are closed.

When you pull the sliding door open from both sides, it opens up as if the room is one with the lawn of the courtyard, and you can walk down into the courtyard. The entrance to the rooms in the house is made of paper, and there are no deadbolts that can be pulled open and closed when pulled from the inside or outside.

The whole house was spotlessly clean and tidy. It was especially quiet. Inside the house, the lights were on, but outside it was pitch black.

It's not like a moonlit night with the moon rising in the sky. The color of the moon is not as bright as in Myanmar. It's just a faint glow. There are four people in this quiet pine house in Tokyo, Japan.

In the living room, the two of them sat near the dining table, sprawled on the sofa, reading, and it was Mr. Ossu.

Mr. Osu is a tall, thin man in his 40s.

He has no children or wife, and is a reclusive bachelor who has turned his back on the world.

Throughout his life, he lived without a home, without a job, without a stable situation, and he seemed to enjoy life.

When I was a student, my parents were gone, so my older sister put me through school.

He hated having to wear a uniform of black pants, a black coat, and a black hat to school, so he would sell and use up the uniforms his sister made for him, not going to school, and he spent his time truanting.

After dropping out of school, he worked as a writer for a Japanese company in Shanghai.

He entered politics without any passion for the mundane work he was doing, as he always did.

I worked in China for five years, dressing like a Chinese and mingling with Chinese people in secret underground politics.

When war broke out, he was shipwrecked on his way to Java and returned to Japan.

After fleeing to Burma from Japan, he worked for a leather company and then fled back to Japan. After the war, he became homeless and spent a year in a monastery.

A large company that competes with a well-known company in Japan sponsored him and gave him money to build a large company to trade goods with Myanmar. He has his own office and house in Tokyo.

His eyes were bright and his gaze was fierce.

It is gentle and gentle, not to be confused with the life that has led to this long journey.