Movie《Blindness》Introduction to the original novel

Recently, “《Blindness》” has become one of the hotly discussed topics in the film and television industry, because its TV series has attracted a large number of fans and audiences.What's even more exciting is that some hot topics in the play have aroused widespread discussion, among which the introduction of the movie - Blindness - the original novel has made everyone full of curiosity and doubts.Let’s chat together today.

Movie《Blindness》The original novel is called: 《Seven days after my father》.

《Seven Days After My Father》tells about the spiritual feelings written on the subject of the funeral after the sudden death of his father.Use black humor to write about the grief of losing a father, and recall family ties with laughter and tears.

《Seven Days after the Father》Excerpts from the original work

Today, your body is finally healed, with no injuries or marks, no illness or disease, just like you wanted to work hard when you were a young man.

The idiot from the funeral home bowed deeply to you reverently.

This is the first day.

When we arrived, all the tubes and instruments inserted into your body had been removed.Only a tube pulled out of your left nostril is left, connected to an illusory two-liter plastic bottle. In name, you can breathe and return home.

That was one of your favorite bad jokes, wasn't it?

When you hear the siren of an ambulance, you need to distinguish between it. If there is one with medical treatment, you have to give way quickly; if there is no medical treatment, there is no need to give way.When all the relatives and friends are made to laugh by you, I am often the only one who dares to challenge you: If there is no medical treatment, why take an ambulance?!

I need to send him home!

you say.

So, we get in the ambulance with you and go home.

In name, your children are sending you on your last journey.

After getting on the bus, the ambulance driver asked in a flat voice: Miss, do your family believe in Buddha or Jesus?I didn't understand, but the driver was more straightforward: Did you take incense and say goodbye at home?I nodded stiffly.The driver quickly turned over a cassette and pushed it into the stereo. Namo Amitabha Namo Amitabha Namo Amitabha Namo Amitabha.

So what's the other side?Is it hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah?!I knew the most ridiculous journey of my life had begun.

(No medical treatment ~ No medical treatment ~)

I can't help but want to tell you what I saw.The male nurse is opening and closing the bottle regularly, your fake breathing.Compared with the various complex and professional treatments you received in the previous six days, the name of this final step may seem much more approachable.

It's called, last breath.

Arrive home.The guide of the ridiculous journey is handed over to the funeral parlor, local dolls, Taoist priests, and neighbors.(Some people scolded me, why didn’t I quickly say, Dad, we’re home.We said, Dad, we are home.)

The male nurse took out the tools, raised his hand to look at his watch, come on!Let's talk about it, 17:35, okay?

OK?What can we say?

good.We said yes.We actually agreed.

Nothingness came to an end, and I thought my last breath was just stuck with breathable tape.Unexpectedly, you had to pull out a very long tube and have to cut your body to pull it out. The male nurse said to you, please bear with me and sew it up for you.The last wound was on the left side of the throat.

(No injuries or traces.)

I stared fearlessly at the tube that once ended straight into your lungs.I saw it, covered with thick yellow and turbid green phlegm.

(No disease or evil.)

Kneel down!Said the local doll from the funeral home.

We kneel down so I can see you clearly.You wear a suit and tie, white gloves and an official hat.(Actually, he’s so handsome. I couldn’t help but tell my sister when I was squatting at your feet and burning some money later.)

The money at the end of the foot cannot be broken before burial. We have tried various arrangements, and based on our experience, folding it into an L shape or forming a bridge is the best way to spread the burning.We have also arranged a three-shift night watch system very efficiently. My sister, from 12 to 2 o'clock, and my brother from 2 to 4 o'clock.Me, from four o'clock to dawn.

The day-selecting group composed of the elders of the country squires said that they would be buried on the third day and cremated on the seventh day.

In the middle of the night, the funeral service troops arrived at the icehouse. The compressor was rumbling and the power tripped several times.My heart tightens every time it beats.

In the middle of the night, relatives and friends who came to express condolences left one after another.Your smoking friend, Uncle Abin, lit a cigarette and inserted it into the incense burner in front of your photo. Then he lit a cigarette himself and finished it silently.Two tubes of faint red light flickered in the curls of sandalwood.I haven’t smoked with your dad for a long time. Anyway, your dad has no taboos, Uncle Abin said.Yes, I looked at the white cigarette butts standing among the ashes and thought, that is exactly what you want.

The second day.My first job is proofreading.

The funeral home troops sent rapid laser copies of the obituaries.I will proofread the dates of your birth and death, and proofread the names of your mourning wife, filial son, filial daughter, filial brother, filial nephew, and filial nephew.

We, the heavenly soldiers and generals whose names were printed on the same page, rushed into the army and asked for cloth shoes instead of cloth shoes, trousers instead of trousers, and black clothes instead of black clothes.(For example, I wore the shorts and slippers that I am used to wearing at home to proofread the manuscript.) There are opinions among friends and relatives. Some people say, should we order black sportswear as a group?What's wrong?!Does this have more family cohesion?

If it were you, you must say, no need.You always wear crew-neck shirts or white vests, but one time when I came home, I saw you wearing a long-sleeved shirt on a hot day. I couldn't help but feel bad for you. Why did you become so old-fashioned?You rolled up your sleeves and buried two tubes in your arms.One sends the blood out and the other brings the blood back.

Kidney dialysis started.you say.

The second piece of work is the fingerboard.Welcoming the coffin.Begging for water.The local doll told him not to cry when he went to the coffin and to cry when he came back.These on-set instructions, which were performed according to the script, kept appearing in the next few days. I knew that many things were beyond my control, even whether to cry or not.There are always people beside me saying, don’t cry now, or cry tightly now.My sister and I often look at each other with doubts on our faces. Now, do we want to cry or not?(Sigh, just cry a few times to make sense, someone next to me said so.)

Sometimes, after brushing my teeth and washing my face, or putting down my rice bowl, I hear drumming and music, and the Taoist priest's microphone makes a sharp babbling sound, making someone cry!If the director shouts action!As an extra, I hurriedly put on the white linen cloth and ran forward, crawling and kneeling.

The amazing thing is that I cry every time.

On the third day, at half past five in the morning, he was laid to rest.The funeral service troops brought several drops of toilet paper, opened it, and spread it thickly inside the coffin without caring about the cost.The little boy said, "Speak quickly. Dad has made the bed soft for you. You are so sleepy."We said, Dad made the bed soft for you and you are so sleepy.(You suck corpse water, right?! We all thought of this common sense but no one dared to say it.)

May your descendants be rich and prosperous.Yes.From generation to generation, the number one scholar will emerge.Yes.The descendants will be high officials from generation to generation.Yes.After reading all this, I finally came to the last page.

When was the last time I saw you?If you can eat, talk and laugh, it should be the dinner for grandpa’s birthday one month from now.So, what was the last thing you said to me?There is no way to pursue the exam.

If you still have signs of life but cannot breathe on your own, you should be counting down to one day.In the intensive care unit, you were intubated and could no longer speak; you were confused and had difficulty opening your eyes; your two hands were covered in cheap potted gloves with different colors and were tied to the side rails of the hospital bed..

No words left!There is one thing that your mourning wife, my mother, despises the most, and she will be so angry that she will cry whenever she talks about it.

Your last words during your lifetime were recorded by the nurse in the intensive care unit.Before intubation, tell the nurse, "Ma'am, please don't give me milk. I'm in a hurry to go out and don't have any money with me."Your sister said she felt so sorry for her, but she was still so polite and frugal in the end.

Your younger brother said that the eldest brother is short-changing the nurse.

Day 4 to Day 6.Chanting is like taking a class, every fifty minutes, with a ten-minute break, from seven in the morning to six in the evening.These movements of picking up incense, kneeling and kneeling are not as tiring as the following tasks.

The first is the photo of the farewell ceremony. The display team of the funeral home said that now everyone likes to live life, so pick a photo of your dad’s life.My brother and I picked a picture. You cross your legs, looking content and happy, and output the big picture.As soon as it was released, someone said that many of your elders were coming that day and it was too unceremonious.So, we used drawing software to trim the legs off and then put them back on.Others say that a smile with narrowed eyes is informal and should be bright and sparkling.what to do?!We found your ID photo, cut off your head, and pasted it, and everyone was happy in the end.(Everyone gathered around my brother’s laptop and marveled at it: Computer covers are so powerful these days.)

Then comes the climax of the entire journey.A one-story, two-column can tower was given as a facade by relatives and friends.Each pillar is made of 900 cans of Sopa Vital P and Assam milk tea. Since it is a facade, it should stand tall in the bright sun.As a result, it was so hot that the sticky sap flowed all over the floor, and blowflies led their troops to take over.Some people said that the explosion could not continue like this, and quickly pushed it into the awning, and ordered your mourning wife, filial son, filial daughter, filial brother, filial nephew, filial nephew, and filial nephew to come and move the pillars.With each step, several cans were smashed down, and finally everyone moved to protect their heads and escape.

There is another extremely difficult job called public relations.Your huge group of aunts and aunts will swoop in at every turn, shouting at the heavens and the earth, and will not stop until they stir up your mood of rebelling against your mother and protecting your widowed wife.Everyone had to pull and persuade them, and finally they were all comforted and put into the lotus-folding group.

Miraculously, as soon as they touched the yellow rough paper, they became so calm.

The last night of a three-shift shift.My sister is on duty.My brother and I were lying on the straw mat where we had been lying for many days.(A filial man and a filial daughter cannot sleep on the bed.)

I said, brother, I finally realized an idiom.I have heard people say before that it is too tiring to move to the north. It turns out that moving to the north is really such a tiring thing.

My brother was holding his belly and laughing while rolling, not daring to make a sound. He laughed for a long time before he stopped and said: Damn, you are really far north.

The seventh day.The funeral procession begins.I only know that you will come back one day.Regardless of the three obeisances and nine knocks, the legislator's speech, family sacrifices, and coffin care, (when the coffin is carried out, the funeral service troops will give your dad a stick to beat on the coffin to scold you for being unfilial.I saw your old father gesture toward the sky, throw away his stick, and mourn.) Whenever I get a chance, I will look for it.

Where are you?I can't help but wonder.

Are you the soul of the dead that I have been guarding for many days with a black umbrella?(The eldest daughter is responsible for holding the umbrella.) or the white-striped butterfly that has been hovering in the farewell ceremony?Or is it just lying in the coffin, rotting bit by bit, with the water seeping into the toilet paper and into the wooden board drop by drop?

The cremation ground is like a gathering of heavenly soldiers and generals.After receiving the number plate and lunch box, it was time to wait.We watched other ridiculous corps send the remains and coffins of their relatives into the incinerator, and then shouted at high decibels: Fire is coming, hurry up!Fire is coming, hurry up!

Our Taoist priest said that is wrong and will only make your dad more confused and scared.Wait a moment and say: Dad, the fire is coming, don’t be frightened and follow the Buddha.

We say, Dad, the fire is coming, don’t be frightened and follow the Buddha.

The eighth day.We worked very hard to restore the house to its original state. Even when Feng Xiu said the bed would be moved, we just took out the mat and replaced it with a bed bag.

Someone suggested that you go to your favorite steakhouse and eat meat like crazy (we haven’t eaten meat in seven days).Someone suggested that they should sing Hello Little.But in the end, we bought an Apple Daily and a copy of Next Weekly.Each person lay on a sofa in a corner and spent the whole day browsing, discussing what was delicious, fun, and fishy.

We decided to be more relaxed and signed the joint venture.08.16.17.35.41.

On the 16th day of the eighth lunar month, at 17:35, you died.Forty-one is the number you queue up when sent to the crematorium.

(There were eighty people lined up that day.)

The lottery is drawn, 17 or 35 is won, it’s time for you to die.The gambling capital is 600 yuan (your disobedient father, the widowed wife, your sister, the filial son, and the two filial daughters, a total of six people each pay 100 yuan), and the winnings total more than 4,500 yuan, which are divided equally.The uncle, the leader of the group, packed the money in red envelopes and delivered it to us on the same day.He said that the special station number is 53.Everyone slapped their thighs and felt regretful, why didn’t they think of signing it?!Maybe, subconsciously, fifty-three is still a number that is too difficult for us to accept. We are too unwilling to remember that you were only fifty-three when you left.

I took my share of the winnings, left the team, and returned to my own city.

Sometimes I wish it were lighter and lighter.Not only light but preferably frivolous.It was so frivolous that I and a few college buddies who I hadn't seen for a long time finally met in a bar where rock music was blaring. I was half drunk and leaned my head on the shoulder of one of them, blew out smoke rings, and told them as if I was just thinking of something.

Hey, I forgot to tell you that my dad died.

There may be a few of them who have come to play at home and eaten the famous snacks you bought.So there will be people who are surprised and distressed and tell me that we don’t know even if you don’t say anything?

I would tell them, it’s okay, I often forget too.

Yes.I often forget.

So it often becomes very heavy without even realizing it.On a certain day of the month after my father’s death, I was sitting on a flight from Hong Kong to Tokyo. I watched the flight attendants pushing duty-free cigarettes and alcohol as they passed by. I subconsciously reminded myself to buy you a Huang Changshou before entering the country.

This half-second thought made me cry for a full hour and a half.Until the light for fastening your seat belt comes on, until the announcement in the captain's room sounds, the voice seems to be you.

You said: Please gather your emotions, we are about to land.

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