Son
On the eve of Qingming Festival, the son returned to the place he once lived and greeted his mother who he hasn't seen for a long time. He saw the tattered phone on the table. Several vague memories of his father surfaced from nowhere: the unanswered call, the bowl of soup that was not drunk, and the sentence that was not said. The intertwined relationship of the three weaved the long night silently.
