The wind blew through the old house that was about to be demolished, and the musty smell mixed with the smell of mothballs. An old redwood box becomes the key to unlocking the past
My grandma has been tolerant all her life, and my grandpa is respected by others on the outside, but he is violent on the inside. In that era of material scarcity and strict rules, women's suffering was hidden under the daily fireworks. The sudden death of the second aunt became the last straw that broke the eldest aunt's mind. The female college student who used to be the pride of the whole village...
Concept: Forgetting is the quietest violence