Chapter 15 Section II scars

Since I have been working in the financial sector for a long time, I pay special attention to the grassroots employees of the bank. Among the many parents, I found two bank employees who lost their children through relevant leaders.In this special environment, in a sad atmosphere, I didn't want to tear their scarred hearts, so I temporarily canceled the plan of the field interview and followed them silently.I noticed a taller bank employee who has been holding the portrait of her child since she arrived at Xinjian Primary School. No matter where she stands, she is crying. I know her heart is broken and she is crying for her own incompetence. .A bank employee who knew her family situation told me that her son should have gone to school in another school district. At that time, she was laid off and was waiting for a job. She couldn’t afford the school fees, so she let her son study in this low-fee school. Saved a few money, but sent his son on the road of no return.

Her son has just turned nine years old, and May 13 is his birthday, and she is only one day away from celebrating his son's birthday.A week before the earthquake, she discussed with her son's father, her husband, who makes ends meet by moving goods, and decided that this year's birthday should be more grand for his son.In the past, his son's studies were always at the middle and lower levels. This situation reminded the couple of their teenage years. They thought that their family's genetics were not good, and their son's IQ would not be higher than others.However, in the new semester, his son's academic performance has improved by leaps and bounds, and he even got the second place in the class.The husband and wife were overjoyed. They discussed rewarding their son so that he could continue to study hard and finally be admitted to university.The husband and wife always believe that only when their son is admitted to university can the life of the family be better and change the fate of their ancestors living at the bottom of society for generations.They regard their son as the hope for the future, as the hope for the revival of their entire family!Unexpectedly, their hopes were shattered in an instant: a disaster happened, and their precious son disappeared.When the mourning music was played, the mother held the portrait in a trance. She was too sad and couldn't eat or sleep for many days. confused.When the mother was shaking, the portrait she held in both hands slipped to the ground.The moment the portrait fell to the ground, the mother suddenly woke up, stood there with her mouth wide open in astonishment, and two tears froze on her pale cheeks.Everyone helped her pick up the frame, and there was a crack in the glass on the frame!The mother seemed to be more sober, she knelt down on the ground in panic, muttering to herself: The son has appeared!The son appeared!Son, I'm sorry, mom is sorry for you, mom shouldn't let you come to this school, mom hurt you!As she spoke, she wiped the dirt off the glass with her hands.Unexpectedly, accidentally, the finger was cut by the glass again.But the mother didn't feel it or she didn't care about the pain at all, and she still wiped it.Drops of blood flowed quietly from the frame, dripped on the ruins, and dripped on the hearts of every parent and many people, adding another burden to this Children's Day that should not have been spent here.

Another bank employee saw a camera hanging around my neck, thought I was a reporter, and came to me crying: After the earthquake, parents came to this place every day, they came to find the remains of their children, even textbooks And other relics, even if it is a hairpin, a notebook, or a small slingshot, they will treasure it.Some parents took home things that were not their children, and some parents fainted after searching here. From the earthquake to now, ambulances have been pulling away fainted parents from here every day. When the mourning sounded, the ruins seemed to be moved and trembled. None of the more than 600 parents could restrain their grief. They held or carried the portraits of their children and the wreaths they made for the children. Crying, talking, walking, and shouting, they flocked to the tear-soaked ruins together.They kneel on the ruins, lie on the ruins, and lie on the ruins.Some parents were kowtowing, some were lighting joss sticks, and some were burning paper money.Some parents called their sons by their names, grabbed their hair, and said that they shouldn’t send their children to this school, that they shouldn’t choose this school just to save money, it’s your parents who hurt you!The laid-off bank employee cried and fainted. Beside her, another mother fell into the arms of her husband. An old woman cried and cried. I bumped my head on the concrete floor. Pulling her up, blood covered her old cheeks.Everyone present was in tears.

My heart is bleeding!The doctors rushed forward one by one to rescue them, and the volunteers went up to help the grieving parents one by one.In order to avoid accidents, the relevant government departments have sent personnel several times the number of parents to the scene to protect the safety of the parents and maintain social order. Noon has passed, hundreds of parents are still crying on the ruins, unable to kneel for a long time, they cry bitterly, they must accompany their children to finish the last Children's Day, the mournful crying echoed over the ruins for a long time with.The dead are unconscious, and the living left a lifetime of self-blame and sorrow. Those parents who lost their children, how will they spend their lives?How will you calm down the sadness and resentment in your heart?

Those makers of shabby projects, you have met the best citizens of the People’s Republic of China, even though their children have been mutilated, turned into dust, and buried in ruins; even though they also want to find you devoid of conscience People want to seek justice, ask for an explanation, and want to avenge the children, but they still firmly suppress the anger in their hearts.The employee of Taixing Bank who lost his child said to me: Seeing that General Secretary Hu and Premier Wen are so kind to the people and worry about them so much, we are ashamed to make trouble, afraid of causing trouble to the country.It is not easy for our country to develop into what it is today. The country cannot be restless because of the misfortune of Xiaojia!