I stumbled across this movie when I was bored after a lot of things happened.
Tears welled up when I watched it.
Soon after, went home.
Before returning, the third master asked me that I hadn't come back for a few years. I shook my head, it turned out that it had been a few years without going back for a
few years and a few seconds, and the connection was only the two ends of meeting and parting.
It didn't seem to make much difference to me, only when I heard it suddenly did I realize it was a long time.
My hometown is not the first destination of my return trip, but the starting point of my trip again.
In winter, the northern land seems to have only one color, it is gray, and it is not so clear and lacking vitality, just like seeing the city of Shanghai from the sky.
When approaching the station, pick up your luggage and walk to the door early. A girl is smoking there.
The door was opened, and he got out of the car with something in his hand, not arguing between north and south.
After a few steps, several figures came towards me.
It's my father, my third grandfather, and my aunt. I don't know how they got in.
I put down my luggage and hugged Dad with a smile on my face.
Dad's face was okay, but he was still so rude, didn't say anything, just insisted on pulling up my biggest suitcase.
I said, Dad, I'll come and argue, it's useless.
He hurriedly pulled up the heavy box and left.
When I got out of the station, there were still a few relatives waiting outside to
ask questions about the long and the short. I still made a lot of progress than the last time.
I don't have time to talk to my dad.
After lunch, I went to my aunt's house. The
biggest change was an extra child and a new center.
I stayed here at night, and the fifth aunt also came over. She looked thin, but she looked very energetic.
I hurriedly took the time to take out all the gifts. It was the
first time to buy gifts on such a large scale. Evolve slowly. The
next day, I went to the place where Dad currently lives, a big family.
Very enthusiastic and down-to-earth, I have been busy since a long time ago, and
I was flattered to arrange a few tables of wine and food for me .
Since I was born, whenever I encountered a banquet, I always took care of myself and didn't want to participate in the chatter of the banquet. So, the tricks in this area are pretty much zero.
The dishes are hearty, the attitude is warm and
it all constitutes a huge field
for me to take a stand and immediately acknowledge an identity and fit into the group.
I suddenly understood that the history of non-Yang Jimo, clear and turbid, and party struggle.
How many of them have no choice but to not express a position is really difficult.
For a few days, eat and drink all the way.
Except for the last two days when I had time to chat with Dad alone.
He is very satisfied with his current life, and I know that, like him, our men are too simple.
I have nothing to say about the new aunt.
Objectively speaking, I am more thoughtful than my mother in many aspects, but I feel bitter in my heart.
Having worshipped my mother's grave, I was alone, and I knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. What he caught in his hand was icy soil.
I muttered about my own experiences and expectations, accompanied by unsatisfactory tears
next to my grandmother's grave, who died before I came back.
In this line, I have seen many people
who have disappeared over the years, and many children have had
difficulties or happiness. These people I know are writing their own lives in different ways
. I don’t know why, and I feel very moved.
Family, love and friendship, these abstract artistic conceptions are so clear that I can touch them during my return trip.
When I sent it off, there were a bunch of people again. I was so afraid of this situation that I started to cry.
Dad tried his best to hold the big suitcase and let me squeeze into the car before delivering it.
I help him organize his clothes, turn around to get in the car, take the box, and find a seat.
The car drove slowly, I waved as best I could, and I saw Dad jogging a few steps in my direction.
The car slowly accelerated, it was already very dark, I thought they couldn't see me anymore, and finally I didn't have to hold back anymore and let the tears flow out.
I didn't get along with my father since I was a child. He was simple and rough, and I was headstrong and stubborn.
Neither of us are good at communicating, nor good at expressing love.
While expressing our feelings crudely, we often hurt each other with words.
Mother is a hot spring for healing, and father is the wind and snow in the north.
Until the death of his mother, he seemed to have changed a person. Periodically, Ai Ai told me about life.
I should have thought of how difficult it would be for him to live alone.
Intellectually, I do not reject him to take another step, but emotionally, it is difficult for me to accept it
.
Maybe it's the relationship of distance, maybe it's the loneliest relatives of each other.
Our verbal communication becomes smoother, and the two of us are changing.
When I came home this time, I saw that he was very happy, and many knots in my heart were opened.
Recalling the picture of his aging body trying to hand me the luggage.
All without explanation.
Some love is never easy to show, until you experience the vicissitudes of life, you can experience it.
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