#头条寻人故事##头条寻人##寻亲路上的故事#
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"Help, help......" I cried out as suddenly a sharp pain came, from head to toe, it hurt so much.
By the time I reacted, my three-month-old brother had been snatched away by four masked men who had pushed the wall in.
Back then, in order to save her younger brother, her mother was beaten all over by gangsters, the eldest sister was beaten by them and her face was covered with blood, and the second sister was also beaten so that she couldn't get up.
How I wish that night 33 years ago was a nightmare, waking up and my lovely little brother still safe at home.
But no matter how cruel it is, it is also a reality, my brother was snatched away by gangsters who had been planning for a long time, my mother and my sisters were seriously injured, and my father was killed in a car accident on the way to find his brother.
It's all so cruel, but I'm not willing to remember those horrible pasts.
Now that we live a stable life, my mother is even more concerned about my brother, and our whole family is looking forward to finding him to return home and reunite.
(My mother and my eldest sister, second sister and I)
In 1983, I was born in Xiehe Township, Zihe Township, Santai County, Mianyang City, Sichuan Province, to a reorganized family with my father and mother.
At that time, my mother took her eldest sister and second sister to marry my father because of the death of her husband, and my mother gave birth to me after marriage. My father was a hard-working and simple farmer, and he supported the family with his own hands and sweat.
Although life is hard, his father loves his mother very much, and he loves his two non-biological sisters very much.
But the warm days are also accompanied by a lot of gossip. Neighbors and relatives often accuse the mother of dragging down the father with her two children and not being able to give birth to a son for him.
Whenever my mother heard these words, she would always cry silently behind her back, feeling both aggrieved and helpless. I also felt very uncomfortable, and I wanted to rush out and reason with those people several times.
The mother is grateful for her father's dedication to the family, hoping to fulfill her father's wish to have a son, and at the same time wanting to get rid of the troubles caused by the sharp accusations from outsiders.
(Mother with eldest sister and second sister)
When I was seven years old, my mother became pregnant. This is a joy for parents, but it also comes with a lot of stress.
At that time, family planning was very strict, and my mother took me to the mountains many times to avoid the staff who came to check on me.
In those days, we lived in fear of being found out and unable to save our unborn children. But her mother never complained, and she used her strength and bravery to protect this little life.
On August 12, 1991, the mother had abdominal pain and saw that her child was about to be born. My father brought in a midwife, and my two sisters and I stood nervously at the door.
Then, the mother's screams of pain were heard in the house, and we were both distressed and expectant. The three sisters hugged each other tightly and were at a loss. Just as we were waiting anxiously, my father came out of the house.
The look on his face at that time will last my life. I had never seen my father look like this, and his eyes sparkled with surprise, as if the whole universe was condensed in his eyes.
(Mother when she was young)
He walked up to us excitedly, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Yes, your mother gave birth to a younger brother!" All his waits and expectations were finally answered.
After listening to this, we couldn't wait to go into the house and saw my mother lying on the bed, although her face was pale, but her face was full of happiness.
I walked over to the bed and gently stroked my brother who was lying next to my mother. With his eyes closed, I noticed a small dice of meat on his ear. Sichuan people call this "Zi'er", and in some places it is called "tethered horse pile".
My father named my younger brother Wang Jianjun, and his birth was like a ray of sunshine illuminating our family. His limp body seemed to be made of clouds, and his eyes, like sparkling black gems, shimmered with curiosity about the world.
Whenever someone teased him, he would blink his eyes, show an angelic smile, and babble sound, which was really cute.
(I feel sorry for my mother)
After school, I couldn't wait to go home and pick up him, he was quiet and well-behaved in my arms, his little hands grasping my fingers.
Sometimes when he came home and he was asleep, I would deliberately wake him up and tease him, and several times I was scolded for waking up my brother.
The two older sisters also liked him, and the family had a younger brother, which added a lot of laughter.
But there are unforeseen circumstances. On November 13, 1991, when my younger brother had just turned three months old, at about 12 o'clock that night, the happiness of our family was completely shattered by a loud bang.
That night, my father was at my uncle's house to help build the house, but he did not return home, and only four of us were left in the house.
In my deep sleep, I was awakened by a deafening loud noise. In my daze, I heard my mother shouting in horror, "There are thieves!" There are thieves! I woke up in a panic and heard the voice of my eldest sister: "Mom, is the thief a human or a GUI?" ”
I panicked and got up, only to see the beams of several flashlights swaying in the darkness, and four masked men broke into our house.
They moved quickly, first controlling their mother, who was still screaming, followed by a flurry of punches and kicks.
(Hometown at night)
I panicked and instinctively picked up my brother who was lying beside me.
At this time, I saw another gangster rushing towards the crying eldest sister, and then grabbed the eldest sister by the hair, pulled her to the ground, and mercilessly slapped his fist on the eldest sister's face.
The frightened second sister was not spared, and soon she was knocked to the ground by a punch from the third gangster.
I watched all this, so frightened that I hugged my brother and covered my face with a quilt. How I wish this horrible scene was just a nightmare.
Then, a sharp pain struck, and the gangster hit me on the head with a flashlight, and I was still holding my brother in my arms amid panic and screaming. Immediately afterward, the gangster smashed my hand with a flashlight. In pain, I let go of my hand, and the gangsters took the opportunity to snatch my brother.
When the mother saw that her brother had been snatched away, she rushed out desperately, shouting for help as she chased after him.
My eldest sister and I were bleeding, crying and chasing after her, forgetting our fears and only one thought: we must take back our brother!
(The second sister was also defeated by the gangsters)
Things have developed far beyond our imagination, the four thieves who burglarized did not come to steal, they actually came to rob their brother.
We later learned that the gangsters had broken in by knocking down the wall in the kitchen.
The wall was made of bamboo and mud, and it was very unstable. The gangsters, who had been planning for a long time, also turned off the main electric gate in the village, and it was pitch black outside, and only the faint flashlight light could be seen flashing in the direction of the mountain.
We who chased after us could only rely on the faint moonlight to move forward in the direction of our mother's shouting.
Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came from the front, accompanied by a fierce gasp. Our hearts tightened, knowing that it was the gangsters who had returned. The eldest sister held my hand tightly, and our hands were shaking.
Seeing that his mother was in hot pursuit, the hateful gangsters punched and kicked her again.
The mother's screams grew weaker and weaker, and we quickened our pace to see our scarred mother lying on the ground, covered in blood. And the gangsters were holding their younger brother and had disappeared.
(My hometown)
Soon, the surrounding neighbors rushed over after hearing the commotion.
Some neighbors hurriedly called the police; Some rushed to their uncle's house overnight to inform their father; Some helped us find the village doctor and bandage our wounds.
When the police arrived, our mother and daughter were choked up, and our hearts were filled with fear, pain and sadness.
By the time dawn, my father finally came back.
I saw the look on my father's face, a despair and strangeness that I had never seen before. His eyes were hollow, as if he had lost his soul, and he was no longer the strong and warm father he was on weekdays.
He walked slowly to us, his gaze wandering over us and our mother, revealing a sense of guilt and pain.
Then he crouched down, put his head in his hands, and wept silently. My father's shoulders trembled, as if he was under an unspeakable weight.
At that moment, I felt like something was blocking my heart, and I couldn't breathe.
(A corner of my hometown)
Days passed, and we still couldn't hear from my brother. The whole family was shrouded in sadness, the mother was in tears all day long, and the father became distraught.
Each of us is immersed in the pain of losing our younger brother and cannot help ourselves. Every day, I look forward to hearing from my brother, even if it is a little clue. However, as time passed, the hope became more and more diminishing.
The mother became in a trance, and in a short time, most of her hair turned white. And the father has only one belief in his heart, and that is to find his younger brother.
After his brother was taken away that night, the father became strange and silent. In his eyes, he lost the warmth of the past, and only endless sadness remained.
Whenever the family has a little savings, he will not hesitate to find someone to help find his younger brother.
(The mother who lost her son suddenly became old)
In order to raise money to find my younger brother, it was even more difficult for our originally poor family.
When I graduated from elementary school, my father asked me to suspend my studies in order to save money for my younger brother. That was my first and only argument with my father. I understand the importance of finding my brother, but I also firmly believe that only by continuing to study can I change my fate and save our shattered family.
One day in 1997, my father was thrilled to hear that traffickers had been arrested in Chengdu, involving our local children.
Subsequently, my father took all the family's savings, borrowed money from relatives and friends, and scraped together 1,000 yuan, so he couldn't wait to go to Chengdu to find his younger brother.
Before leaving, my father looked at me deeply and said, "Little sister, my brother must be found." Dad knows that he has suffered you for finding his brother, and this is the last time Dad will go to find someone. If you still can't find it, I'll give up on your education in the future, and I won't look for my brother anymore. ”
After listening to my father's words, I felt very guilty and secretly decided that if I couldn't find my brother this time, I would not go to school, save a little money, and let my father continue to look for my brother.
(In order to find my brother, we posted a news about looking for relatives)
After my father left, I worked in the fields every day, and my eyes would always look in the direction of the road from time to time, and I longed to see my father and his brother come back.
One day, while I was still working in the fields, my uncle passed by and called out to me to hurry home, and he brought news about my father.
After the uncle finished speaking at me, he hurried away first. I thought that my father must have found my brother, and I was so excited and pleasantly surprised that I ran happily in the direction of home.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the door, I saw my mother and sisters wiping tears with their hands. Surprised, I hurriedly asked my uncle what had happened.
"Your dad is gone!"
After listening to my uncle's words, my first reaction was that my father might have been lost or lost.
Then he casually answered: "My dad is gone, so let's go and find it quickly." ”
"Sister, your dad is gone, just dead!"
(His father passed away, and his father's seven siblings were one less than him in a group photo)
Uncle's words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, and my head roared after listening to it, and the whole person was dumbfounded.
At this time, my mother and sisters began to cry loudly, and when I recovered, my legs fell down as soon as I went limp.
Fate is really too cruel, I didn't expect my father to be in a car accident on the way to find his younger brother and leave us forever.
Afterwards, my mother took us to the funeral home to see my father for the last time.
The father lying in the coffin seemed to be asleep, but his brow still seemed to be slightly furrowed. I know that not being able to find my brother is the biggest regret of my father's life.
I told my father in my heart, "Dad, don't worry, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will try my best to find my brother." ”
The death of my father plunged our weather-beaten family into despair.
I have lost my strongest support, but even so, I still have a glimmer of faith in my heart that one day I will be able to find my brother and let my father rest in peace in the heavenly spirit.
(My Uncle)
Later, with the financial support of my relatives, I barely finished junior high school. In those years, in the dead of night, I would sit in front of the window, looking at the starry sky, silently praying in my heart that I would find my brother. I told myself that only by continuing to study could I have the strength to pursue that long-lost loved one.
After graduating from junior high school, I did not choose to continue my education, but stepped into society and began a hard life of self-study while working part-time. During the day, I was busy in the factory, and at night, I flipped through the pages of books by the dim light. I am eager for knowledge, and I am even more eager to change my destiny through knowledge, and accumulate more strength for the search for my brother.
The eldest and second sisters also married one after another shortly after their father's death and began their own lives. Every time I come home from outside and look at the empty house, my heart is extremely heavy and sad.
But I never gave up hope of finding my brother, and every year I would go to the police station to ask for news of my brother, but the answers I received were always disappointing.
(I always go to the police station to inquire about my brother's news)
As the days passed, my thoughts about my brother became deeper and deeper. Started to pay attention to all kinds of missing person news. Whenever I hear a similar clue somewhere, I immediately find a way to find out. I hope to find my brother's traces from those subtle clues, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will not give up.
By chance, I came across a volunteer project about "Baby Come Home". A group of volunteers were helping families who had lost their loved ones to find their loved ones, and I immediately found their contact information and filled in my brother's information, hoping to find him as soon as possible with the help of the platform.
The biggest feature of my younger brother is the small meat on his ear, which we call "Zi Ear" in Sichuan. We also took DNA samples from my mother, uncle, cousin, and myself.
In addition, I also provided information about the blood type of my relatives, my mother has blood type A, and I myself have blood type AB, which I believe will definitely help in the search process.
(Contact volunteers to find younger brother)
However, more than 30 years have passed, and the whereabouts of my younger brother Wang Jianjun are still unknown, which has become an unspeakable pain in the hearts of our whole family.
The elderly mother often sits alone in front of the window, her eyes revealing endless thoughts and worries, and we know the inseparable family affection in her heart.
Finding my brother is really like looking for a needle in a haystack, although there is little hope, we never give up.
Today, my two sisters and I are living a stable life, and we have bought a house for my mother in the county seat so that she can enjoy her old age in peace.
But in my mother's heart, there is always a regret that I can't let go, that is, I can't find my younger brother. She often recited her brother's name, hoping to be reunited one day.
In this era of advanced information, we hope that through the channels of new media and the power of enthusiastic people, we can find our brother who has been separated for more than 30 years.
(I hope to find my brother who has been separated for more than 30 years through media channels)
We want to see him and see if he's doing well, that's all.
No matter where our brother is, we will always be a family whose blood is thicker than water.
I want to say to my brother, "Jianjun, my mother and your sisters are waiting for you to come back and be reunited. No matter where you are, no matter how you are doing, we will be here for you, looking forward to your return. As long as you are well, it is our greatest comfort. The third sister can continue to wait, but mother can't wait long, you come home soon! Let us hug you again, my sweet and poor brother, where are you? ”
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[Dictation: Wang Chunxiang]
[Editor: Mu Xiaoran]
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