首先感谢作者提供的激活码。
《Lydia》是一款点击解谜游戏,以一个小时的游戏时间向玩家讲述了一个因为父亲酗酒而导致的家庭不幸的故事。低沉嘈杂的音乐、阴暗诡异的画面,营造出一种压抑沉重的氛围,如同置身于一团浓雾之中,令人窒息。最后的结局也十分令人遗憾。
这款游戏勾起了我对家庭的回忆,自我有记忆起,我的家庭就和幸福搭不上边。父母在一起不超过三天就会因为各种鸡毛蒜皮的小事吵架,这种情况已经成为家常便饭,更可怕的是有时还会产生肢体上的冲突,吃饭摔碗,热水泼脸、甚至动刀子。当然他们吵起架来从来不会顾及孩子的感受,所以不成熟的我经常怨天怨地,对父母感到深深的厌恶,也造就了我孤僻自卑的性格。
一件让我印象深刻的事情是,我直到高中上寄宿学校离开了家庭,才认识到说“谢谢”是一件多么自然的事情,因为我从来没有从父母口中听到过这句话,我一度以为这句话只是书面语,只有写信的时候才能用得到。
或许他们还是孩子的时候,也是生活在这样的家庭之中,我的不幸只是家族传承的惯性。或许他们也没上过几天学,学校也没有教过怎么养孩子,所以对于照顾孩子这件事,除了经济上的支持,就只有放任的态度。或许他们也曾想过关心我,了解我,但看到我冷漠的眼神,也就不再管我了。
现在我长大了,也早就离开家庭独自生活了很久,回首往事,我意识到我早已不再也不应该对他们怀恨在心。怨恨能带来的只有更多的怨恨,永远也无法解决问题,不管过去发生了什么,我都不愿意延续这种不幸。
我们都是哭着来到这个世界上的,但愿在最后,我们能够带着笑容离开。
First, I would like to express my gratitude to the author for providing the key.
"Lydia" is a click-and-solve puzzle game that tells a story of family misfortune caused by the father's alcoholism within the span of an hour of gameplay. With its low, noisy music and dark, eerie visuals, it creates a heavy, oppressive atmosphere, like being trapped in thick fog, suffocating. The ending is also very regrettable.
This game brought back memories of my own family. As far back as I can remember, my family has never been associated with happiness. My parents would argue over trivial matters within just three days of being together, and this had become a common occurrence. What's even worse is that sometimes these arguments escalated into physical conflicts, with dishes being thrown during meals, hot water splashed on faces, and even wielding knives. Of course, they never cared about how their fights affected us children. As an immature person, I often complained and harbored deep resentment towards my parents, which contributed to my withdrawn and insecure personality.
One thing that left a deep impression on me is that it wasn't until I went to a boarding school in high school that I realized saying "thank you" is such a natural thing to do. Because I never heard my parents say those words, I once thought it was only used in writing, like in letters.
Perhaps my parents also grew up in such a family, and my misfortune is just the inertia of family tradition. Perhaps they never had much education, and the school never taught them how to raise children, so apart from providing financial support, they only had a hands-off attitude towards child-rearing. Perhaps they had once wanted to care for me and understand me, but upon seeing my indifferent gaze, they gave up on me.
Now that I have grown up and have been living independently for a long time, looking back, I realize that I should no longer harbor resentment towards them. Resentment only breeds more resentment and can never solve the problem. Regardless of what happened in the past, I do not wish to perpetuate this misfortune.
We all come into this world crying, and I hope that in the end, we can leave with a smile.