He repeatedly mentioned that he did not like children, but he was always moved by children. The elder sister's child, the breastfeeding child on the train, the child passing the ball on the beach, the request for semen from a stranger, the younger sister and the younger self.
I don't know what he experienced as a child. Maybe he was too happy at that time, and his later life was too indifferent, so he would rather freeze all emotions related to children, and arm himself with a cynical appearance so as not to fall into the sentimentality of memories.
However, it is really about to face the end of life. Everything seems to be drawing a circle and returning to the beginning, and those essential emotions will surface from the bone marrow to the surface of the skin - just like watching a nursing child on a train, the light and shadow on the face change from shadow to shadow bright.
So he decided to leave his descendants, maybe he wanted to re-experience the original simple happiness of life in another way-I guess the boy who picked up the ball on the beach must have let him see himself, or his own child. Then you can really face and wait for death calmly.
It seems that Ou Rong rarely shoots this kind of story with a simple core, except for that part of him who is hardly used to 3P. The separation with my grandmother, the reconciliation with my sister, and the last heartbeat with my lover are all simple and beautiful but touching.
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