The father in the impression is the summer night when he just entered the third year of high school and started to make up lessons. In the hot and humid evening self-study in the south, termites are infested. The doors and windows of the classroom were closed, and from time to time I heard swarms of termites crashing into the glass windows of the classroom from the dark night outside the window. A group of our children watched from the window in excitement and fear. My father didn't organize the chaotic classroom order, and silently ran outside the door and lit a fire with a lighter, attracting hordes of termites to rush into the fire for unknown reasons. , in the corridor of the classroom, the fire suddenly burst into the sky.
At that time, I was always reluctant to reveal that I was the child of the school teacher, especially in my father's evening self-study, I was always embarrassed and didn't dare to make a little noise.
Gradually, a layer of charred corpses of termites appeared in the corridor. Everyone coincidentally greeted me to come over to see my father, to see him who was extremely taciturn on weekdays, holding a lighter in his hand, playing with fire steadily and ruthlessly, like a primitive man and a child.
I looked at the silhouette of my dad through the window and the firelight.
He walked back to the podium without saying a word and glanced at me through the crowd. The classmates were all excitedly discussing why my father knew how to deal with termites. He always likes to look at me like that, he does something good, he thinks smart and considerate, he always looks at me like that, waiting for something, or what he wants to say. However, again and again, silence, and sometimes even complain.
I really don't know how much talent he has, whether he has small or big abilities, or deep and shallow thoughts. My classmates gathered around and asked me why my dad could expect termites to fly into the fire, and I don't know why he knew this. He may have experienced something, and he may have guessed through it, but we didn't talk enough about it. I really don't know many things about him. I'm so full of cynicism every day, I don't care much about his business.
But his shadow at the moment outside the window was when he was in his forties. His usual hairstyle, he wore a collared T-shirt, and he liked to dye his hair back then. He still speaks succinctly and powerfully.
However, it seems that in an instant, I have come to the other end of time, and the moment when I was in my 40s has passed and I can't come back. His image and form at that moment, even in the boundless wilderness of time, disappeared forever. He held his breath and looked at him again, he was already tired with short gray hair. As for me, I am still the same, the unreasonable pride and inferiority in front of him make me silent forever.
And I've lost him, his back in the firelight that midsummer night. In those late summer nights, he rode a motorcycle and made me, who couldn’t step on my feet, stand in the pocket in front of the car. Our family drove for dozens of minutes to wander around outside, blowing the wind, and eating hot pot at a food stall far away. And in the summer when the typhoon blows, he carelessly drove us to the beach, and said to see "a thousand piles of snow", and in the earlier summer, he swooped down on a bicycle from a particularly steep downhill and told me that he It felt like he believed it would fly and broke my foot.
I saw "The Back" before and didn't understand it. I don't know that after this, I will not dare to recall even a single sentence in this article. Being born as a human being is like a leaf of flowers and plants. The powerlessness and loneliness in it need not be said. Fortunately, we still have Hirokazu Koreeda to express it for us. Those typhoon nights, those greetings from getting up on Sundays, it is a farewell, a journey to the end of the world, a promise to always be calm and brave. However, I can only ask Hirokazu Koreeda to say for me, I see you, even if I never know a single cent, but my love for you is deeper than the sea.
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