Good Cats

Zigong, an inland city in Sichuan, China’s southwestern province, has suffered a sharp turnaround due to the radical rise of the real estate industry. The old business is collapsing, and a generation is replaced; the urban area has been dug into a construction site, and the village is no longer simple; some have gained red eyes, some have died of crying; the people are fighting against the capitalists, and the capitalists are fighting against the government. . . All this didn’t come too early, but it came too fast, too crazy, that I didn’t know where I was when I woke up. Luo Liang, a man who drives and runs errands for the real estate boss, is almost 30, riding a broken motorcycle, living in an old house, contented to be someone else’s vassal, was ridiculed by his wife from an intellectual family, although he also has a dream— -Returning home. He is an accomplice of the capitalist, but he lives in the shadow of others. He can’t save his marriage, get true love, and can’t realize the family’s ambition. Can’t do it himself. Luo Liang’s eyes are the eyes of my camera: a little numb, a little cruel, a little helpless, a little sad, and a little fantasy. . . In the end, he lay on the generous ground, looking up at the sky, not knowing where the way forward.