Hearing this belated redress, Cai Jinhua could no longer hold back her tears, and the pain in her chest made her almost unable to breathe.
The old man Jiang next to him was not in much better condition, his face was as pale as an old piece of cloth.
The old couple supported each other, drawing strength from each other, silently telling of the unspeakable blood and tears and the unbearable weight at the moment.
Manman and Xiaxia looked at their mother, then at Grandma Zeng, and their eyes became red.
We have never seen our grandparents, but every year on the anniversary of their death, the mother would lock herself up.
At a young age, I didn’t understand what a martyr was. I only knew that my grandparents were gone, and from then on, my mother no longer had a father and a mother.
Manman and her sister leaned their heads against the door, listening to the suppressed crying coming from inside, holding hands tightly.
Mom is sad, and we are sad too...
Mom loves us very much, she is just sick inside and can't take care of us.
She has a very strong ability to empathize and quickly blinks away the tears from her eyes.
Then a hand gently stroked it away.
He looked up in surprise.
It’s mom!
The mother who, despite being heartbroken, still remembered to protect 놛 and her sister 놅, completely overlapped with the figure of 놅 in the memory.
It is a parent's instinct to protect their children.
Just like Mrs. Jiang Ming did not forget to protect her daughter before she left, just like a mother did not forget to take care of her and her sister...
There is an absurd thought inexplicably in my heart - Mom, it seems that she has always been a mom!
Could it be that the ex-mom was too sad, so she turned into a "walking corpse"; but for me and my sister, she came back to us?
The little guy bit his lips tightly, hugged his mother's legs, and choked with sobs: "Mom... don't be sad... My sister and I... will always be with you."
Then Xia Xia also hugged Jiang Ningning's other leg.
She didn't know why, but she felt sad and inexplicably felt an extremely strong blood bond with her mother.
Huo Donglin tried to coax the cubs, but the little guys didn't even bother to look at him. Instead, they stared at them stubbornly, with admiring and attached eyes.
Jiang Ningning felt so distressed by those two pairs of eyes that she handed the portrait to Huo Donglin before she freed her hands to touch their heads and comfort them silently.
There was so much tenderness and love between the mother and her two children that no one, including their father Huo Donglin, could interfere.
Huo Donglin knew that he owed too much to his wife and children, so he didn't dare to ask for anything. He silently turned to the windward side, using his tall body to do his best to block the howling wind and rain.
Seeing this scene, Cai Jinhua and Old Man Jiang were extremely pleased.
The eldest son and daughter-in-law are gone, but fortunately Ningning still has a family who truly loves and cares for her.
In the future, when we go underground, we can also rest in peace.
The other person wiped away tears silently.
After the mother and her two children calmed down, the soldier stepped forward and placed the brocade box solemnly on an old wooden table covered with red velvet.
Very solemnly and slowly, Mr. Xue took out the certificate of merit with a crimson cover from the brocade box.
The brand new cover reflected a solemn and cold light in the sunlight, as if burning with an eternal flame.
"The organization has re-recognized the achievements of your father Jiang Mingzhi. This belated achievement, which represents justice and truth, is the organization's consolation to Jiang Mingzhi."
Everyone's eyes were focused on Jiang Ningning and the brand new red certificate that symbolized "vindication."
The air seemed to freeze.
Jiang Ningning couldn't help but hold her breath, and with her almost sluggish fingers, she took the certificate from Mr. Xue's hands, which symbolized that her ten grievances had finally been cleared.
She didn't hold it up, she didn't show it.
He just held the heavy certificate tightly in his arms, his knuckles turning white from the strength.
It's like hugging a cold tombstone, or like hugging a soul that has finally rested in peace.
She bent down and bowed deeply to Mr. Xue, representing the motherland. Her choked voice was so penetrating that it struck heavily among the crowd.
"This certificate is a tribute to all the unsung heroes like my father who are unknown but carry the weight of this country forward!"
"It is these millions of silent people who have forged the great foundation of the land beneath our feet!"
The blood of heroes will eventually seep into the fabric of history and become the deepest force supporting great progress.
At the moment these words were spoken, the silent workers on both sides of the road moved almost in unison.
No slogans, no applause.
They just bowed deeply and silently towards the belated certificate of merit and towards the eighth-level fitter Jiang Ming in the photo who was always wearing work clothes and had a gentle smile.
I pay my deepest and highest respects to the countless ordinary "Jiang Mings" and all the nameless heroes who have not been written into history but have silently poured their sweat, blood and even their lives into this road ahead!
Hundreds of silent spines bent in the cotton-filled air, like wind blowing through a heavy wheat field.
This silent, collective bow is more powerful than any language and more shocking than any ceremony.
It is a commemoration of the heroes, a tribute to the truth, and a silent accusation against belated justice.
The sunlight shone obliquely through the tall factory windows, forming golden beams of light in the diffuse cotton wool.
In the light column, countless tiny dust particles are flying and rising, like countless ordinary but shining souls.
I don’t know when the rain stopped.
Jiang Ningning reached out to catch the sunlight, while Cai Jinhua and his wife straightened their backs.
Ten years ago, in order to find out the truth, they were branded as greedy and extremely greedy, and were embarrassedly beaten to the factory;
Ten years later, justice finally came to our side.
This time we can finally leave the textile factory with dignity.
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Martyrs' Cemetery.
The tombstone of Jiang Ming's wife is not in the most conspicuous position. It is an ordinary piece of black granite with a simple inscription on it: Tomb of Jiang Ming and Li Mingxia.
Below the dates of birth and death are two lines of small characters: "Former eighth-level fitter and textile worker in the textile factory."
As simple as our whole life.
The family silently pulled out the weeds around the tombstone, wiped it clean, and then placed the new certificate of merit in front of the tombstone.
In the photo, Jiang Ming was wearing work clothes that were washed to a pale color but always clean and tidy, with a gentle and calm smile.
There are traces of time and engine oil between his brows, and his eyes are clear and bright, as if they can penetrate the dust and filth in this world and face any direction with openness.
Her mother, Li Mingxia, was very beautiful, with curved almond-shaped eyes. No wonder Aunt Zhu said that Li Mingxia was the most beautiful girl in the factory.
In terms of appearance, Jiang Ningning actually looks nothing like them.
But the gentle eyes of the two wives seemed to penetrate the boundary between life and death, and they looked at her——
"Ningning, do you want to play the horse riding game?"
"Oh my daughter is awesome. She got first place in the school again."
"Lao Jiang, where are you going when it's almost time for dinner? Oh, really, your dad must have gone to the neighbor's house to show off again."
"We're having fish stew tonight. Dad will pick out the fish bones so our daughter doesn't get stuck."
"Okay, I'll switch to some fine food in a couple of days. Ningning's throat is too delicate, and eating whole-grain cakes will cause her to get angry. You two should both eat something good, and buy some good cloth to make two sets of clothes."
"Mom and Dad only hope that you can live a peaceful and happy life."
"Nannan, be obedient. Count to one thousand and it will be dawn. We will be back at dawn."
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Memories came flooding in like a tide, pressing heavily on her chest. Jiang Ningning gently rested her forehead on the top of the cold tombstone, her thin shoulders heaving violently.
"Dad, the organization has cleared your name."
"Look, how bright it is!"
At this moment, a hurried voice came from the side: "Old woman, what's wrong with you?"
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