People and things gradually dissipated like a mist, and the chiming bell kept beating the hour, complaining of grief alone.
I drew carefully, drawing the sad faces of those people.
Big Brother: Anger
The mother died, the father was old. He is the eldest brother, and the responsibility of the family naturally falls on him. After the second brother was recruited by the Japanese army to Nanyang, there was no news. The third brother was recruited to Shanghai as an interpreter for the Japanese army. The fourth brother was deaf and dumb since childhood. Then the things that happened one after another made him gradually lose his confidence, the turbulent society, the complicated disputes, and the endless pressure. He became accustomed to abuse, self-abandonment, and drinking to relieve his worries. The bottom line of forbearance was finally broken, and he turned from murmured hatred to explosive anger. Gunshots, everything vanished.
Second brother: no complaint
There is no news of him, and his family has gradually accepted the reality. Only his wife is still cleaning the clinic's equipment every day, looking forward to his unexpected return home. And the old cloth stained with blood shattered the apparent balance - "Let's live with dignity, father is innocent." The wife looked at the deep and shallow ink and wept endlessly.
Three Brothers: Playing
He returned to Taiwan from Shanghai, but was beaten insane because of the traitor issue. After recovering, he was involved in the counterfeit banknote business. Due to disputes with others, he caused a so-called whistleblower and was arrested on the charge of traitor. After the family did everything possible to get him back, he was in a trance again.
Fourth Brother: You Fu
He and Kuanmei convey their thoughts with pen and paper. They are kind and simple, and the corners of their brows have a hint of sadness. His world was originally so quiet. Every day smiles, gestures "one, two, three", and uses the camera to leave images of people. Sitting quietly, friends discussing current affairs, he gets up to play the record, even if the sound waves don't reach his ears. But he was restless, and he hoped to do something with his friends for the turbulent times. He was arrested, and Kuan Mei still kept a diary. Maybe there was a little more sadness in the diary, but the child was still young and the days had to go on. Kuanmei has few lines, and she tells the content of her diary in a voice-over way-those bits and pieces of warm and sad life.
Perhaps, it is time to imitate the old father's eyes. It's just that the honor and disgrace are not shocked, and the eyes that contain too many ups and downs stories are too heavy.
The pier is still moored with dotted ships, the sky is getting dark, and the sadness of countless wanderings is gathered and scattered in the air. After dawn, it is a new day. Sadness, like days, never ends.
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