After clearing the dishes, I got up and went to the kitchen. The movie went on until an illusion appeared. Our little girl is confused about the two worlds. Serious look. I thought to myself: Brat, I've played the same trick several times, maybe it's like "I Love You" at the end, I won't play with you. Turning to leave, he called me again: please, listen to me and then go to the kitchen. The seriousness on that face, I couldn't
bear to ignore it when I saw it, so I sat down.
He began to speak in a very deep voice: On a certain day in a certain month of a certain year (the specific time has nothing to do with this article, so it is omitted), I was riding a motorcycle to prepare to go to the bridge. Hearing this, I immediately understood that he was going to talk about the car accident he suffered, and was almost ready to get up and go to the kitchen again, because I didn't dare to repeat the same details. Then, he asked me: Do you believe in another world? I have answered this question to him several times, and I answered impatiently: where is there another world, there are no ghosts, ghosts, etc., don't bother about these things. He didn't stop, and said to himself: I saw someone talking to me on the motorcycle and stopped the car. He had never mentioned this detail to me before, I was surprised and interrupted him: Who is talking to you? He said: [When I was about to turn a corner, I suddenly heard my name called, then I looked back and there was no one. Looking up at the mid-air, four or five people in white are floating, and it seems that my dead grandfather is also inside. Then they started calling my name in unison, a soft voice but an irresistible force, say come and come with us. I'll just say okay. Then he suddenly came back to his senses, slapped himself a few times, and laughed at himself, what were you dreaming about. When I saw a container truck approaching, I stopped the car. I still remember that I asked another container truck driver who was leaning against the road if I could turn the corner. The driver said it was fine, turn it. The car is still far away and can't hit you. I got on my motorcycle, turned a corner onto the bridge, and got hit right away. Don't you think it's strange, I didn't feel any pain all of a sudden, I just felt a "whoosh", why did I get under the truck with the axle still spinning in front of my eyes. Then came the boundless darkness, the kind of darkness that made you unable to move. I felt like I was going to fly, my hands and feet were light, like the lightness of water going down the river. Suddenly again, I regained consciousness, the pain, the piercing pain, the noise, and many people beating the driver involved. At that time, my consciousness was unexpectedly sober, and I immediately told the onlookers: Take me to the hospital, I don't want to die. I even told them how to pull my leg out. ]
I interrupted him again: how come you never mentioned that you saw someone talking to you before the accident? He said: [Seeing Susie confused, I remember all this too. I didn't dare to tell anyone, for fear that they would think that I was stimulated and lost my nerves and saw a hallucination]. He asked me: Do you think it is possible? I was silent for a while, not knowing how to respond. He said, look, you also think I'm seeing an illusion. I asked: Did anyone see you talking to another truck driver? He said, [I specifically asked the witnesses at the time after the incident, and they all said they saw me stop the car, but they didn't see me talking to another container truck driver. And I was slow and swaying on the bridge, and they thought I was drinking too much. But I never drink. I was confused, could it be that my soul was out of my shell at that time? ] I asked: what happened later?
He said: [Then they took me to the nearest hospital, and my father was soon notified. There, I remember falling back into that darkness, the endless blackness, that I would be freed if I drifted away. I felt like I was in a coma, but I felt awake again, as if I was watching a flashback from a movie: I graduated from college, and then I took the junior high school graduation exam, but I remembered that the score was down, and then it was me and two I played cricket with my brothers, and then I was only two or three years old. I was wearing my dad's big shirt and my sleeves were swaying. At last, I felt like I had just come out of my mother's belly, all red and helpless. Then suddenly I heard the doctor say to my father: Your son has lost consciousness, I'm afraid it's too late. My father was furious all of a sudden, scolding the doctor, [What conclusion did you TM make, my son will not die, and immediately go through the discharge procedures for us! ] At this time, I suddenly woke up again, took Dad's hand, and said Dad, I don't want to die. Dad said, you are my son, how can you die. So I asked my father: Have I graduated from junior high school? Dad was surprised, but he still replied, "Son, you have finished junior high school. Later he also asked me, why did you ask such a question at that time. I didn't tell him either. At that moment, I felt like I was thinking about my short life before I died. ]
I asked: What about after the transfer? Has the situation stabilized? He shook his head, [Same darkness, I saw it again. The weather was very hot at that time, and when I was transferred to the latter hospital, although it was only less than 12 hours after the accident, the wound had become seriously festered, and the doctor needed to thoroughly clean all the wounds for me. They put me under general anesthesia, but I could still see pus and blood splattered on the white coat like a volcanic eruption when they opened the gauze. At that moment, the darkness dug into me again. This time, those people in white appeared again. Do you know how clean they look? They are the kind of white that is very clean and clean, and nothing can blaspheme. They called me again. Although I was in the dark, I could hear a long screeching sound from the device monitoring my heartbeat, and a male voice asked, "Doctor, the patient's heartbeat suddenly dropped, I'm afraid it's dying?" Then someone crossed my forehead. Then they were supposed to be giving me shock CPR, and at the same time in the dark I saw another man in white appear and say something in a language I haven't heard in my life, but I just understood what he was saying: God bless you. Then I woke up and saw people around me busy rescuing me. Later I learned that the man who had crossed my forehead was a male assistant, a Christian. I asked him, did you pray for me when I was dying? He said how did you know, you didn't realize it at the time? I said, God called me the old man, he told me. ]
[That was the last time I saw that darkness. After all this, I often ask myself: Is there another world outside our world? All the dying are brought there, and it is up to them to decide which world to go to. You know, it was really hard to decide to come back, I probably used up all my willpower at the time to not be pulled away by the darkness. At that time, even if the nerves were only loosened, you would not hear me talking about all this. ]
Hearing this, I was already in tears. The line between life and death is so blurry. People's nostalgia for life has such a powerful force. Life turned out to be so fragile and yet so tough.
Before I could finish my emotions, my husband asked me, as if it was all right: How did you know about this movie, it's really good. I didn't answer. I can give five stars to this film, without commenting on the plot screen and shooting techniques, the memories it brings to my husband and the emotional communication between us.
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