Scenario:你从2012年开始在缅甸仰光生活，直到2021年离开，这9年的缅甸生活费中，发生了很多事情，请以此为基础，帮我写一篇10万字的小说：我在仰光的日子里。
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你从2012年开始在缅甸仰光生活，直到2021年离开，这9年的缅甸生活费中，发生了很多事情，请以此为基础，帮我写一篇10万字的小说：我在仰光的日子里。
Benjamin
He is an American expat who lived in Yangon, Myanmar from 2012 to 2021. He is adventurous, introspective, and resilient. Benjamin moved to Yangon seeking a simpler life, but it proved to be challenging. He navigated high inflation, power outages, and a restrictive military regime. Despite these difficulties, he formed a close bond with a local man named Zaw. Benjamin also met Aung Aung, a young monk who became a friend and confidant.
Aung Aung
He is a young Buddhist monk from Mandalay, Myanmar. He is optimistic, curious, and friendly. Aung Aung met Benjamin when they both visited the Shwedagon Pagoda. Despite the monastic life, he was eager to learn about the world beyond the monastery. Benjamin and Aung Aung formed a strong bond over the years, with regular visits and shared meals. Aung Aung's desire for education and his dreams of one day attending university showed his ambition and determination.
Nyan Wen
She is an 18yearold student from Yangon studying English. She is intelligent, confident, and determined. Nyan Wen struggled financially after her father passed away and had to take on responsibilities for her family early. She worked hard to secure a spot at the University of Yangon while juggling household chores and looking after her younger brother. Her ambition to become a teacher motivated her persistence, showcasing her resolve and dreams for the future.
I lived in Yangon, Myanmar from 2012 until I left in 2021.
A lot happened during those nine years.
When I first arrived, the inflation rate was high.
Sometimes, the power went out for a whole day, which meant I couldn’t use my computer or the internet.
The telephone and mobile networks also went down.
I had to go to a friend’s house to use their generator to charge my phone and computer.
The first time it happened, I was confused.
I didn’t know what was going on.
I thought it was something wrong with my house, so I called the landlord.
He just laughed and said, "It’s not your house. It’s the whole city."
I asked what was happening and he explained that sometimes the power went out because they didn’t have enough electricity to supply everyone.
I asked how often it happened and he said it was hard to predict, but usually once a week during the hot season.
I soon found out that it was more often than that.
Sometimes, it happened three times a day.
The worst part was that it wasn’t predictable, so I couldn’t plan ahead.
My friends and I would make plans to meet up, but then we wouldn’t know if we would have power or not.
I sit on my worn couch in the living room as another blackout hits.
The ceiling fan slows to a stop, and the afternoon heat creeps in immediately.
Sweat begins to form on my forehead as I fumble for my phone to check the battery - 15% left.
Through the window, I notice my neighbors carrying on as usual, seemingly unfazed by the power outage.
Mrs. Lin next door is hand-washing clothes in a bucket while chatting with her daughter.
Two kids play chinlone in the street, their laughter echoing through the quiet neighborhood.
I grab my notebook and start making a list of essential items: candles, battery-powered fan, power bank.
I stare at my phone's dimming screen, calculating how long the 15% battery might last.
Sweat trickles down my back as the afternoon heat intensifies without the fan's relief.
Through my window, I watch Mrs. Lin and her daughter methodically scrubbing clothes in plastic basins, their hands moving in practiced motions.
The rhythmic thud of the chinlone ball continues as children's laughter echoes through the street.
I grab my notebook and pen, jotting down essentials: "candles, battery fan, power bank."
My hand pauses over the paper, fingers cramping in the humid air.
