In the river ditch of his childhood, the doll's head stuck with tape sank at the bottom of the turbid water. It was a nightmare that Lin Yuan could not put back together.
When he returned home many years later, what greeted him was not warmth, but the loan sharks who broke through the courtyard door, his father's "scenery" paint that peeled off every inch, and his mother's desperate trembling when she held out the ancestral gold bracelet.
When the "black water" pours back - the dam built of lies collapses, amidst the grins of creditors and the chaos of looting, the broken doll's head rolls into the dust again.
On a cold rainy night, my father walked naked towards the rolling wild pond, with an eerie calmness in his eyes.
Lin Yuan jumped into the turbid waves, and what he touched with his fingertips was no longer the phantom of his childhood, but his father's body that was about to drown, as cold as dead wood.
This time, what he picked up from the depths of the black water was not a broken dream, but the jagged bones of his loved ones and the bloody truth about this family.
Children like it very much