Perhaps because of this, Lynch gave up his dream analysis-like fragmented narrative, and came to a normal sequence of seriousness.
The deteriorating old man resolutely decided to drive his lawn mower over the mountains to visit his brother who had not seen a stroke in many years. Under the eyes of everyone's differences and doubts, the old man modified his lawn mower and added the carriage, and he was on the road.
The first person the old man met on the journey was a young girl who ran away from home. When passing by her, the old man enthusiastically raised his hand to her who was hitchhiking on the side of the road, but he received strange and disdainful eyes. After dark, the girl who still didn't get a ride came to the old man's camping place. The old man generously provided her with food and blankets. "How long have you been on the road?" "I've been on the road for most of my life." When the old man learned from the girl that she had been away from home for 5 months and was pregnant, the old man calmly told her the familiar story about wooden sticks. story. "This is the family." Early the next morning, the old man woke up and found that the girl had left, but left a bundle of wooden sticks tied with rope.
Along the way, the old man met many people, many of whom offered him a helping hand, but the old man insisted on completing the journey alone. He insisted on dragging this strange vehicle to see his brother who had a stroke. Even though they have been very close since they were young, they have not been in contact for decades because of their youth.
When he was about to arrive at his destination, the old man stayed in a small town because of a machine malfunction of the lawn mower. An old man who was also a World War II veteran invited him to a local bar. The two old men drank milk and held beer in the other. Unconsciously recalled the past. Those are cruel memories of war. "In my mind, the faces of my comrades in arms are still very young. In fact, the longer I live, the more time they will lose." The old man said in pain and regret that he could not let go of things-as He, a sniper in the army, mistakenly wounded him as a comrade in arms, and no one knew about this except himself. After listening to each other's story, the two veterans were silent, but they were crying.
Wandering all the way, the old man finally came to the front of his brother's room. After shouting out the other party's name with hesitation, the younger brother's echo came from the dilapidated hut.
The younger brother who had suffered a stroke walked out of the house tremblingly with the help of the walker.
After greeted in a few words, the two old people sat down in front of the room with difficulty and remained silent. The younger brother saw the lawn mower that the old man was driving all the way, "Will you drive that thing to see me all the way?" The younger brother almost couldn't make a sound.
"Yes, Lyle." My brother had tears in his eyes.
The two brothers who were nearly sixty-year-old slowly raised their heads. It was the starry sky that they used to look up together when they were children.
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