"Children who grew up during the war are different from other children."
She walked up to me and spoke very normally.
"They have seen how cruel people can be during the war. This kind of cruelty will leave an indelible impression on young minds."
"This kind of impression can be remembered for a lifetime, so some contestants in the 'memory' competition will associate the things that need to be remembered with the 'scary' things to add psychological cues to themselves."
She said this and waved to the crowd.
The little boy ran over as if he had seen the protective shield, hugged the female teacher's thigh, and stuck his head out from her side.
She stroked the child's hair and asked lovingly: "You kicked someone, why don't you come over and apologize?"
The little boy lowered his head again and did not speak.
"Have you forgotten what the teacher taught you? Having the courage to take one's own responsibilities is also a kind of 'brave'."
"Now tell the teacher, why didn't you come over and apologize as soon as possible?"
The little boy timidly said three words: "I don't dare."
The female teacher looked at me again: "Please don't blame him too much, he is just a child."
I ignored this statement and asked, "Why is this happening?"
The female teacher replied: "Because the children here have already seen killing before they can understand what war is."
"They didn't know what was wrong with those who were killed, so they had such a horrific scene engraved in their minds."
"This is a disease, a psychological disease called post-traumatic stress disorder."
"After suffering from this disease, he will become another person. He will be cautious in everything he does. He will not dare to fight back if anyone criticizes him, scolds him or even hits him... for fear of being killed. When the fear reaches the extreme, he will brew more with his own hands. Horrible things..."
The female teacher also explained: "This disease not only occurs during wars, but also appears in families where there are frequent quarrels."
"When children can't understand why their parents are quarreling, but they see war breaking out at home every day, it will become like this."
"If they do not receive timely treatment, such children will become withdrawn and unsociable when they grow up. I have seen many such children, and I have also seen them talking to themselves."
I suddenly...suddenly...
I kind of get it.
But he didn't dare to believe it and asked: "Then what should we do in this situation?"
"you are?"
She asked politely.
"Xu Ruifeng."
At that moment, she nodded at me, seemingly not at all humbled by who I was.
"Actually, we teachers can't do much. We are not doctors, so we can only do what we can."
"I met some soldiers before when I was taking a child to make up lessons. Here, I have to apologize to you again. I was very rude at the time, but I had to do that."
"I want to tell the children that what is right must be done and dare to ask, no matter who the other person is or what their attitude is."
"I also told them many heroic stories. I hope these stories can help them know what life should be like, and the path to this goal must not be called cowardice."
She is not as good-looking as I imagined, and her voice is not very pleasant, but every word she speaks is like the gurgling of a stream, entering my ears unknowingly, and I can't stop it from flowing into my mind. Drill inside.
"Mr. Xu, I know that you are the actual controller of Menneng and have all the power in this county."
"I also understand your purpose of building schools and hospitals, but, you know? Even if you build everything in Meneng, even if you completely conquer the entire northern Myanmar, and even become the biggest big shot in Myanmar, there will be no difference here. It’s a country.”
I looked at her and didn't ask.
But she still said, fearlessly: "I heard something. I heard that you buried a person on the street, buried alive."
"I also heard some things. I heard that all the shooting incidents in Mengneng in the past year are related to you."
"Mr. Xu, I don't understand politics or governance, but I understand education. If things continue to develop like this, all Meng Neng children will become like this."
"Because when those people died, no one told these children what to ask, and some old people who didn't understand anything at all would scare them if they made the slightest noise, saying, 'I'll let you go if they make any more noise. Xu Ruifeng buried it for you."
"We not only need a strong military and tough leaders, we also need perfect laws and regulations. Children need to know what laws those people broke and will be punished."
"In this way, a world completely different from other regions will appear in northern Myanmar, a world that all children can aspire to."
"In this world, even if everyone abandons morality, there is still law as the bottom line;"
"In this world, even if there are evil people and terrible things happen, people's hearts are kind and everyone is looking forward to good things."
That's why I didn't ask just now. I've seen people working in that direction.
"Mr. Xu, I don't mean to urge you to build a world like this. I just want to give it a try... I know it will take a long time, but someone needs to do it."
I don't know why. Whenever I see such a person, my first reaction is suspicion. I feel that she may have a purpose that I can't see.
"You don't seem to have mentioned yourself at all."
She put her hands in front of her: "Myself?"
"right."
"What do I have to say?"
"I am willing to come here just for what I just told you. That is my ideal."
A woman who plays with ideals.
"I already have the highest salary in the education system in Myanmar, the best security in Meng Neng, and your personal promise for our personal safety. Of course, I have to choose to fulfill my ideals. Otherwise, I can't think of anything else I can do." What to do."
I stood in front of this woman thoughtfully.
She waved her hand at me: "Mr. Xu, are you still... listening?"
"Listening." I replied.
"Then what are you thinking about?"
I didn't say anything, turned my head silently, and walked towards the school gate.
I suddenly understood.
The ideal is true!
Those 'lofty' things are not fake, and neither are the 'noble' people!
However, this thing will definitely not grow in 'poor' soil.
It was only when a group of people who had solved the needs felt that there was nothing left to challenge in this world and began to play the game of 'changing the world' that 'it' came into being.
Immediately afterwards, this group of people will wave their hands, draw a big pie for all the poor guys, point the direction for all the infected people, and tell you, this is what the hell is called - ideal!
Bah!
When I walked out of the gate, I happened to see Burea driving a green pickup truck and parked in front of the school on the highway like crazy. He quickly got out of the car, glanced at the school first, and then looked at me again when nothing happened.
I only said one thing to him: "Go ahead and put your dreams to bed."
"No, I mean, go marry the woman you like."
Brea's eyes lit up and shone brightly.
"Brother, do you finally understand what I mean?"
I need such a person, I need her to change the entire environment, but such a woman is only suitable for a simple fool like Burea... After all, only he can be so crazy and pay regardless of the consequences. (End of chapter)
