I have never written a movie review, this story reminds me of my grandmother and grandfather who died many years ago, and wanted to record it.
I don't know much about their stories, old people were not used to telling children about their feelings. It's all a patchwork of memories, the most impressive is the last year of their lives.
If they were still alive, they would be almost 100 years old. My grandma had cancer in the last year, and it was very painful to walk. Later, when I went to see her, I couldn't recognize her at all. She was really skinny. Before she died, she didn't swallow her last breath. She held on for three days in a state of extreme physical pain. Five sons, two daughters, as well as grandchildren and great-grandchildren I couldn't count, were all in the courtyard of her hometown. And accompany her in the house and send her to the end. I was still in college that year. I saw that my mother and uncles were distressed. I didn’t understand why she refused to close her eyes. It was so painful. Sometimes I had to touch her forehead, hold her hand and gently Tell her gently and let her go in peace. But only my grandfather was not present, and my grandfather had Alzheimer's at that time. In another old house a few hundred meters away, they hadn't seen each other for several months. Since grandma's condition deteriorated, everyone thought that grandpa didn't remember anything, and they were worried that when they met, grandpa would be very affected if he was sober, so every time When the second grandfather was sober, he asked where my grandma was, and everyone deceived him and said which grandchild and granddaughter my grandma was with in the city. And my grandmother has been unable to speak. In those days, she seemed to want to open her mouth to speak, but no one could hear what she was saying. She just moistened her lips, worried if she was thirsty, and she really didn’t eat for a few days. If you don't drink, wait to see Grandpa and say goodbye to her life partner. I watched her use all her strength to gently lift her finger a few times. Later, my mother guessed whether it was the direction of the finger, the old house, and finally my uncles and grandfather finally invited grandpa to come over.
From the time he pushed the grandfather into the door, he was sober and silent. When he saw the scrawny grandma by the window, they cried when they approached. He touched her hand, and the two shed tears, each other Look in the eyes without words. After a while, the grandfather leaned over to the grandma and said choked, "I see, you can go in peace."
Grandma closed her eyes at that moment and left.
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I always remember this, these moments, sad and touching.
I still remember that my grandmother was unable to move on the bed and endured the pain to support her last life, just to see the last scene of my grandfather. Before my grandfather was finally sent to see her, I also went to the old house to see him. The adults all told me We said don't tell him about his grandma. I held back and just wanted to chat with him. He didn't remember me every time. He didn't know who I was until I said I was admitted to Tsinghua University. In my impression, I passed the entrance exam, and every time I go back to my hometown to see him drinking with relatives, he brags about it, and everyone doesn’t disappoint him.)
I heard the elders tell some stories about them. Grandma and grandfather never quarreled in their whole life, and experienced wars and separations. Grandpa was forced to be arrested to become the Kuomintang. He escaped unwillingly and came back to see grandma. son, 2 daughters. After watching so many movies around World War II, I was thinking, how did he escape back then?
I remember when I was a kid, I liked to go to the watermelon field with my grandfather when I went back to my hometown during the summer vacation. He built a shed in the field. In the summer, I could take a nap and watch the ground to prevent someone from stealing the melon. Every time he did the farm work, I ate watermelon in the shed.
Grandpa has always kept a goatee and wears a jazz hat every day. He likes to eat preserved eggs, the yellow one, and he likes to drink and play mahjong. He doesn't talk much, has a good temper, and always likes to laugh. Every time I go home, the first thing I do is take off his hat and touch his head, sometimes it’s bald, sometimes it’s an inch head, it’s very comfortable to touch, haha, and then I stroke his goatee, other The adults said that I was neither big nor small, but he always smiled and let me touch.
A few months after my grandmother's death, my grandfather, who had Alzheimer's disease, began to laugh less, the same year he passed away.
I hope that they who meet in heaven will be happy forever?
Continued: Before my grandma passed away, that is, half a year ago, I went back to see them during the summer vacation. She was fine. At that time, the cancer was recovering. Ten years of life, they were all in their 80s at that time, and when they entered the door, they saw her working under the vines in the yard. The beans in a yard were being processed. Grandma had a loud voice and kept talking. I squatted down to help, I remember there were a few cousins, the impression of my grandma was that she was always busy, never stopped, always washing dishes, cooking, washing dishes, doing housework, cleaning, raising 7 children, and going to the city Help the children with grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I was always busy. When I was a child, I would often take my cousin to my house for a walk from a few miles away, bring popcorn I bought from the park, and watch TV with our children. Seeing her again after half a year, she suddenly lost all her vitality.
What was love in that era? They cared about supporting their family and worked hard all their lives. Maybe they didn't think about love carefully, but they just stayed together for a lifetime, watching the water flow together.
Not long ago, I dreamed of my grandfather. He was very naughty and happy in the dream. He smiled and told me that everything would get better and better, which gave me a lot of encouragement.
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