I once said to my grandma, I want to interview you, find out how you grew up, and then write a novel about your life. I thought the interview was not urgent and would take a long time. It wasn't until I saw her body that I realized that death is never announced. So I can only tell the story I know about her, the love-hate relationship between us, her kindness, strength, tenacity, cruelty, intelligence, weakness... I want to say goodbye to her with a novel. This is not a story full of tender memories and infinite sentimentality. The love between my grandma and I also involves control and being controlled, escape and being escaped. I was like a mistress, trying hard to find out whether she loved me or not.
Concept: The love and hatred between the two generations of the grandson.
