I woke up in the morning and just pressed the remote control, changed the movie, and listened while washing my face, brushing my teeth and putting on makeup, but gradually watched it. My movie here is played in a loop. After going to work for a while, I will continue to watch it when I come back. But there is only one thing in my mind, my third aunt, what that word says, is apostate.
When I was young, Sanyi wanted to be the nightmare and shame of our whole family, chasing and screaming. Grandma puts scissors in her bag every day, and keeps working on a bus. She said viciously that if she sees the third aunt, she must cut off her most cherished long braids. My aunt and mother took me to the mountain where she lived to find it, but there was a big dog in the yard, afraid that I would be bitten and left. Yes, at that time, everyone hated her.
The cause couldn't be simpler. It was called cheating in the words of modern civilization, but when everyone was angry, we said, running and breaking your shoes. The third aunt didn't work at that time, and played mahjong at home every day. She came to know a liar who claimed to be a newspaper office. She fell in and couldn't get out. Abandoned husband and abandoned son resolutely asked to leave, no one can stop, and even ran out when locked up.
In the next few years, it was as if there was no such person in the family, and then she came back by herself, because the liar was all around. The good times didn't last long, she ran back again, just like the last time, she didn't take anything, even the clothes didn't have time to take away and stayed at my house.
When I came back again, it was another few years. Of course, she had no status at home. Everyone accepted her silently and despised her in their hearts. Just help her arrange the work, she is getting married again.
Still poor and white, just like last time, everyone's doubts and obstacles can't reach a free heart. But this time, she was finally upright, and she also came to the family gathering. But who is sincerely blessing her, and how many people are waiting for her to end.
This time, it was a few years in a hurry. Until today, the two people agreed to separate. The third aunt did not wait for the opportunity to rebuild the slums and never got the opportunity to share such benefits. They didn't register, and even in the later years, the third aunt was just a person who looked after the house for free in everyone's eyes. But who can say that she is not free.
A free person is bound to hurt those around him. Fortunately, the cousin will still get enough love even without his mother, but the hurt and missing personality will always be there. Because of this, when I was a child, I hated her along with the grownups, even if I didn't know what I hated, but I just felt sorry for my cousin.
A few years ago, during the dinner, the third aunt also said that when she was young, she hadn't made any mistakes. At that time, I was still thinking angrily about what kind of mistakes can be divided into mistakes, and how mistakes can be used to destroy a child's life. But slowly, I began to understand and envy.
Envious of her freedom, for the rest of my life, I live for myself and love for freedom. It's just human nature. But as a mother, she was dereliction of duty. Maybe she cared about her son for the past two years, which would make her cousin feel a little relieved.
While we are talking about freedom, we are bound by the so-called morality. What is freedom? How many people have actually seen it. When the world is safe and peaceful, when you get it, you must also lose something. Those who have been free must also know that freedom is lonely, because they know how much they have given up.
I will no longer say that the third aunt is wrong, she is not wrong. Especially after remembering that my mother once said that she had a husband who was alcoholic and occasionally domestic violence before cheating. I remembered that in the comment section of "The Master of Memory" a while ago, how many people said that they had the same idea and wanted to kill a mother who was domestically abused. Those skin that has been bleeding can heal, but what about the human heart.
Maybe the story of the three aunts is different from that of Ricki in the movie, but they are chasing themselves and living for what they want, not for the beauty in the eyes of others. We are born, grow up and have thoughts, but still live under control. Isn't this the saddest thing about being born? Everyone is responsible for their own life. My cousin does not have a good mother and I do not have a good father. This cannot prevent us from giving ourselves a good life.
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