I have only met my sister-in-law four times in my life.
The first time was when I was ten years old. My brother graduated from college and brought home a man who could draw rainbows.
He has paint on his fingers, which looks great.
The second time, they praised me for growing two years older and promised to take me to KFC. The French fries that day were filled with pure joy, but I still don't understand why the clouds on my mother's face when I returned home were darker than the dusk on the Tamsui River. I was so happy eating KFC.
The third time was in the winter when my mother was ill.
The younger brother was absent, and only the younger sister-in-law came.
He stayed up late at night, with a look of exhaustion on his face, but he said softly that I had grown up and was a big girl. At that time, I may have vaguely touched the rough texture of life, but I couldn't describe its shape. It was all because I didn't read the "Cihai" carefully.
The fourth time was during the Chinese New Year.
The deafening sound of firecrackers could not cover up the silent red in the bathroom. Mom said, he...
His funeral was deserted. I didn't understand why such a good man was so quiet when he left. But the teacher said that death is another new life.
I think he must have gotten rid of all the shadows and started painting his rainbow again in a pain-free place.
When the MRT train roared through the heart of the city, I finally understood that those silent gaps contained the colors he spent his whole life creating - stronger than despair, more real than hope, just like Taipei is always willing to give us half of the incomplete clear sky after the rainy season ends.
——To Zhang Xian and Jin Nan's love
It says that I have grown up to be 19 years old, and a ray of light seems to shine through the gray sky in Taipei. Is it my sister-in-law who is looking at my brother and me?
What I wrote before was a bit nonsense.
Purpose: Gay reality and social orientation