With my fists clenched tightly, I watched my father being passed into the furnace bit by bit. At the moment when I approached the hearth, I seemed to see a mass of red-golden light erupting from my father, which was incomparably dazzling and sacred. After the father was completely engulfed by the dazzling flames, the automatic heavy metal door slowly fell down again. The fire light disappeared, and the figure of my father completely disappeared from my eyes. An unparalleled sense of loss welled up in my heart. At that moment, I lost the most important thing in my life. Since then, I can no longer feel the incomparably precious "father's love".
I just stared blankly at the metal door that had been slowly closed. My heart hurts so badly that I can't breathe.
In a trance, a familiar call seemed to sound in my ears. I instinctively and mechanically followed the crowd to the other side. For a long time, I looked like a lost soul. It was as if his thoughts had come out of his body. Although he could hear and see everything around him, he felt that his soul was just exploring the world with the help of an irrelevant body. At that moment, I really had the illusion that my soul had been separated from my body.
I don't know when I will return to normal. When I felt my sanity begin to recover, I found myself in front of the incinerator. Like the back, this is also a narrow and long space. Modern incinerators are lined up one by one, and a staff member stands in front of each incinerator. Right now, I am standing next to the incinerator where my father sits.
Each incinerator is like a violent dragon, making a continuous roar. Therefore, the people who work here are suffering from the erosion of noise all the time. Fortunately, I was in a trance at that time, so I didn't feel very strongly about the noise. Amidst the roar of the fire dragon, it became a bit difficult to talk to each other. Maybe the staff are used to it, so they shout at the top of their voices when they talk to people.
Next to each incinerator, there are two tools. One is hook-shaped and the other is rake-shaped. They all have a common feature, that is, they have a long handle. At first, I didn't know what exactly these two tools do. Although I was only standing by the incinerator where my father was, I could clearly see the incinerators on both sides. In the center of each incinerator, there is a small furnace door. Perhaps, there is a timing device on each incinerator, so at regular intervals, the staff will open the furnace door once, and each time two long-handled tools will be inserted into the furnace. Out of curiosity, I once leaned over to look at the mouth of the incinerator next to it. The hook-shaped tool is used to adjust the position of the corpse when the corpse is not completely burned. Judging from the exuberant fire in the furnace, the furnace should have a blower device, otherwise, it wouldn't make such a piercing roar. It is said that these stoves were fueled by some kind of oil. Therefore, when the fire oil erupts, there is a central point. At the center of the fire oil eruption, the temperature will be relatively high. Therefore, the purpose of adjusting the position is to move the unburned part to the center of the kerosene eruption as much as possible. Therefore, the way to use the hook tool is to poke it vigorously from the top to the bottom, and then adjust the orientation purposefully after the hook is fixed on the corpse.
Perhaps, you will feel cruel, but more cruel is yet to come. After burning to a certain extent, only the skeleton remains. It is not easy to completely incinerate the bones into ashes, so in order to speed up the incineration, the staff will continue to use the second tool. First put the rake-like long-handled tool into the furnace, then lift it high, and then drop it heavily. As a result, the skeleton that originally seemed relatively complete will gradually break down. After beating, use a rake-like tool to gather the incomplete skeleton towards the middle. After doing this several times, looking in from the furnace door, you will never see a complete skeleton again.
If there is a father in the hearth, then I must feel heartache. Even for completely irrelevant people, I feel that this is too cruel. However, those staff members looked normal, as if what they were doing was nothing more than an ordinary thing. It reminds me of matches inside a pot. At that time, I would also use the tongs to strike the dry wood that had not completely burned. Perhaps, in the hearts of those staff, the corpses in the hearth are like the firewood in the pot. If they regard it as a lifeless person, I think, within three days, these staff members will completely go crazy. In fact, the key to human beings lies in the inner thoughts. When that distinctive inner thought disappears, he or she may no longer be a human being.
After recovering from the huge mental shock, I had to comfort myself. Those who came here were prepared to be reduced to ashes. Not to mention the father, isn't it the same with Zhou Enlai, the founding great man, and Deng Xiaoping, the chief architect of the reform and opening up? people from?Nature will eventually return to the embrace of nature. This is an irresistible law of nature. Father, just returned to the starting point of birth. Unfortunately, only the soul. Molecules can be reassembled, and maybe after the father breaks down, those original molecules will become the building blocks of other life. From this point of view, life should be reborn. But what about the soul? What about thoughts? Of course, it cannot be reorganized or reborn! Some just disappear completely. Once a person dies, the unique thought that is the core of a person also disappears. This is perhaps the greatest horror of death.
When the oven door where my father was was opened for the first time, I saw the skeleton glowing white. At that moment, the father's skull was so clear. It's just that I really can't bear to see my father being tortured so cruelly. Therefore, after only one glance, he turned his head away. The sound of "ding ding dong dong" sounded in my ears seemed to turn into sharp needles in an instant, stabbing my heart fiercely again and again.
At that time, my uncle was also by my side. When the staff member came over, my uncle leaned over and quietly handed the staff a pack of cigarettes. The man understood and put the cigarettes in the desk drawer. I took the opportunity to take a peek and found that there was already a pack of the same one inside. It seems that my uncle has already greeted the staff member in advance. I reckoned that my uncle stuffed another bag this time, probably because he wanted to remind the staff at a critical moment. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com