The film brought back so many memories from my childhood that I had no qualms about the cannibalism in it. Because some similar scenes have appeared in the kitchen at home and the conversation of the elders.
There are several scenes in the movie where Aunt Mei chops up the fetus. Her natural, casual attitude reminds me of my grandmother's kitchen when I was a kid. I walked into the kitchen and saw a whole piece of meat in the large white porcelain bowl normally used for chicken soup. After the mother soaked the meat in water, she sliced ginger on the side. She looked excited and told me that the meat was placenta, and she wanted to make soup to replenish her body after the operation. Grandma also entered the kitchen at this time. The two of them recalled that my cousin and I both bought the placenta from the hospital shortly after we were born and prepared it for my grandfather to eat. His tone was as casual as if he bought a pound of pork yesterday and used it to make soup. It's just that my mother kept complaining that it was the flesh that fell from her body, yet she had to spend money to buy it back. Speaking of "flesh that fell from my body" inevitably refers to me. Because I also "fall off" with "that piece of meat". Mother pointed to the reddish dead flesh in the large white porcelain bowl and said, "You were almost like this in my belly when I was pregnant with you." Then she recalled that before me The "sister" that was knocked out. "When I let her go, she should have looked like this, she wasn't formed yet," she told me calmly, "I didn't want you at that time either, I was stupid at that time, thinking that the flow of people was too painful, I wanted to solve it myself, so I was very Jumping steps and swimming with a big belly, you didn't even fall off."
I have been emotionally dull since I was a child, and I didn't have the nauseated or turned away reaction of Mrs. Lee in the movie. I was only dissatisfied with the contemptuous attitude revealed by those words, as if I was like the nails on my mother's hand, I could Cut it off at any time. My mother sensed my reaction. A bunch of voices called me "Yao'er", reminding me that now she and my grandmother love me very much, as if I were two completely different individuals from the flesh that didn't form in the womb before. The former is just a mass of mindless flesh that can be dug out, the latter is a human being, not a flesh.
I can't always accept this divisive perspective. But this contempt seems to have infiltrated my view of animals long ago. For my hand-raised rabbits, I also watch them skinned without mercy. Because it's just a piece of meat in my eyes, waiting to be put on the table. But at one point, my mother was shocked by my ruthlessness, especially after seeing the little girl in the neighborhood cry when her rabbit was killed.
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