group of weird people

Josephine 2022-12-12 11:28:31

A mother who sells cakes prays constantly every day, and frowns for her mentally handicapped son; the son is actually enjoying himself, leaving early and returning late every day, driving eight trams, and working diligently. Of course, the trams and tracks are virtual.
An uncle suffering from poliomyelitis and epilepsy, even a group of viper women in the village thought he was a great man, but he had a tigress wife, fat and strong, who went out to buy vegetables with a cigarette in his mouth, and took the male shopkeeper into the house. He was so frightened that he did not speak, and even tore off half of the leaves of a cabbage before weighing it. The uncle brought his colleague home for dinner, and the tigress went out in a rage. The colleague was indignant and felt that this woman would not accompany the uncle to be his wife. The uncle got into a fight with his colleague. He said, "When life was the most difficult, she didn't complain. When she went to the rice store to buy rice, she had to wet the rice jar and put some rice on the bottom of the jar. Where can I find such a woman? "Lovely uncle.
A beggar father and son. The father wants to save face and lives in fantasy. The theme of every day is to build an imaginary big house. My own opinion is an out-and-out intimate little padded jacket. Later, the father kept his son's opinions, the two ate undercooked eel, the son rolled on the floor with poisoning, and the father coldly refused the help of well-meaning people. The father in panic, his dirty face was bright, and his eyes were weird under the moonlight, which made him feel cold and disgusted.
The two miners who hang out together every day have one red and one yellow clothes, one red and one yellow house, and the wife's clothes too. After drinking too much, they hang out with each other, come and go, even the house and wife.
Jiajinzi, a girl living in the house of her uncle and aunt, was hospitalized because of her aunt's serious illness, and shared a house with her alcoholic uncle. Like a robot, the only theme in life is to make paper flowers, in the words of her uncle, not a person or an animal, she is a plant. Jiajinzi, who was raped by her uncle and became pregnant, accidentally injured a pupil who often came to deliver rice wine in a trance. The primary apprentice was lucky to survive, and Jiajinzi finally spoke. On the deserted and empty avenue, she said the only thing to the primary school apprentice: "I really want to die. But I'm afraid that if I die, you won't remember me. I'm so afraid." Jiajinzi finally came to life.
A quiet old man, he talked to the tram mad, gave the wallet to the thief, persuaded the man who took a sword to go crazy in the rain and hurt others, and helped the beggar father to bury his son... The only normal person, normal enough to be like a god.

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  • Beggar: Our house ought to be built on a hill. We Japanese used to build houses in valleys and mountain coves. We've always preferred the lowlands.

    Beggar's Son: That's true. I saw pictures of foreign countries. They have their houses in high places, but ours are in low places.

    Beggar: There's a reason for that. There are many earthquakes and typhoons in Japan. Wooden houses in high places are easily shaken by earthquakes and typhoons. So they chose the lowlands to avoid the danger. But that's not the only reason.

    Beggar: [continues] The Japanese prefer soft light to bright sunshine. We like shady places. We like to live in the midst of nature. So we couldn't get used to concrete houses.

    Beggar's Son: That's right. I don't like concrete houses either. They're too cold for me.

    Beggar: But we shouldn't forget one thing. It's true that wooden houses suit the Japanese people. But we mustn't cling to our culture and characteristics if we become weak and lose endurance as a result. By living in houses made of stone, iron, and concrete, foreigners have strengthened their characters and capabilities. Now we're building our own house. We must take our future into consideration. We must think of you, your children, and your grandchildren.

    Beggar's Son: Yes, that's true.

  • Beggar: I've been thinking all evening about the house we're building... Looks like you're sleepy?

    Beggar's Son: No, I'm not sleepy. I'm listening.

    Beggar: The gate comes first. The gate is the face of a house. The face shows the character.

    Beggar's Son: Mm hmm. That's right.

    Beggar: Since we're building a house on a hill, it must be in a European style. How about rococo? Or Spanish style? British style isn't bad either... They're a bit showy. It should be neither too fancy nor too imposing. I want a gate both plain and inviting.