A family always seems to be born from the mother to condense together, so it’s no wonder that the old father, who has been a doctor all his life and respected, would shut the door to his grandchildren with the phrase "grandmother’s house". This is obviously a house I built by working hard." There are so many second sons, he is no better than the elder brother who inherited his father’s business but died from drowning while saving others. The newlyweds he brought back were even widows again. The incompetent daughter and son-in-law are timidly discussing whether they can move back to their homes. The lively and noisy twins, apart from the kendo that grew 1.5 centimeters tall in the summer, and were abandoned early, there is no other topic that makes the lintel more brilliant. .
Trivial and everyday, but from the screen, I feel that this is usually thrilling with the darkness and the shadow of the sword. Family, nothing more than the sun will rise tomorrow, and the change of cups and plates on the dinner table, trivial. The daily discord, the hidden grievances, the stumbling and stumbling running-in, are like the broken and scattered tiles at the drain in the bathroom, which are not so smooth, but they are also dragged day by day, and they are broken there. For a lifetime. The undercurrent of harmonious whispers on the dining table surging, never know which sentence hurt someone by mistake.
In a lifetime, how many things have to be said, but how many things have become unnecessary to say because it is too late to say. Even a clever sentence as a child is too stingy to be wrongly named. The elder brother is very good, but he can't even attribute this little benefit to him. The fact that her husband was derailed when he was young, suddenly and silently on the night of the fifteenth year of the death of the eldest son, through the old glass sliding door and dim light of the bathroom, seemed to be broken. It's just that this life is over, each other's flesh is decayed, and there is not much to come, and there is no need to even settle accounts after Autumn.
Just because it is a family member, it is easier to feel chills if you lose the heart at all. Because it is a family member, the pain of betrayal of love and loyalty can be tolerated. The close relatives and sparseness between relatives, I'm afraid it can't be said in a few words. But sometimes, three meals a day, the time of the Hengshan family in a day, actually seems to condense the lives of countless families. The machine front after every sentence, every roundabout look in the eyes, in the happiness of the family, because of the inability to grasp the distance, the truth is both warm and indifferent.
After the winter, the butterfly flew with a faint yellow color on the long slope of the hometown. The worrying second son changed from a son to a father and became reliable. He was holding the hand of the little daughter who was closely implicated by blood, and suddenly remembered that someone had said to him that once the butterfly passed the winter, it would turn yellow. Although I can't remember who said it, the few words that the old mother said during a walk a few years ago flowed through his life and inadvertently became the childhood memories of the little girl.
Life circulates over and over again on the non-stop road, still staying in the old days, but never going back to the old days. Kinship, family, and love are a puzzled proposition. Groping, living without stopping, and then let the annual rings of the old story carry a meaningful mark and become the nutrient that nourishes the new life.
Children only hope for joy, but adults only know what to expect. But before you know it, like a father like a son, a child becomes an adult, and the family is probably continued silently in this way.
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