Chapter 15, Parental Anger

The principal's reply naturally could not satisfy angry netizens. Netizens have asked to know about the situation of other classes moving bookcases, they suspect that other classes are the same, only one child moves bookcases, and netizens said that they must see the situation of other classes moving bookcases.

Under pressure, the school could only post the surveillance video of each class moving the bookcase on the Internet. Surveillance footage shows that the bookcases of each class were indeed moved one after another before the class meeting, although no one from the other classes moved the bookcases.

But the students who moved the bookcases in other classes were just some petite children with similar family conditions to Zheng Qi and Xing Lu, they carried the bookcases, and every few steps, they had to stop and rest for a while, they didn't talk to each other, silently carrying the bookcases, silently cleaning the classroom, and their expressions revealed that they should not have fatigue at this age.

After these videos were uploaded online, they touched the hearts of many parents. In the eyes of some parents, no matter how hard they work, they still have to send their children to the best high school in the city, they say, "When we reach middle age, it is our children who support us to persevere." ”

But when they saw that their children were still being treated unfairly, they broke down.

In their hearts, they encourage their children to know how to be grateful and do their best to do something for their alma mater, they are all students of this school, and their hearts are full of good memories of this school.

They have also learned all kinds of beautiful qualities in this school, and spent most of their young and inactive time here, filled with too many ups and downs of memories, and became a beautiful part of their human growth.

They don't think there's anything wrong with the children doing something for the school, they are sad and sighing, just as they are sad and lamenting the unpleasant times of the past few years, those unpleasant silent times.

They haven't done anything wrong, perhaps, their only fault is that they are not rich, not rich enough, and not famous.

It is acceptable in their hearts that they have to lose something if they don't have a product, so they want their children to learn from those who have a product, not from themselves. They want their children to have more control over things without losing some of the things they want to have, and they work desperately to get their children into school.

And now what makes them angry: they are just young children, the fate of their own forty years is the same, they blame all their misfortunes on themselves, but at that moment they are angry, they are angry that some people not only do not love their unproductive selves, but also do not love their young children, they are angry at the destruction of their hopes. The eyes, which have not shed tears for many years, are red this time.

They wept, they wept for their children, they wept for the tired years of the past few years that they were busy, they wept for the years they never returned, they wept for every silent night.

Some people think for them: some people will never be able to jump out of their birth, they will never be able to escape this city that is emotionally irrelevant to them, they have grown up in this city, but they will never be loved by this city, they are like the gray flowers on the side of the highway in this city, one generation is gray, one generation is gray.