In fact, he and she are in the same company, but in different departments, with 800 tables in between. However, he dreams of her every day, and he secretly rejoices when he sees her back. For days like this, he racked his brains every day to design how to meet her, but when he saw her passing by, he didn't have the courage to talk to her.
After many days, he was still immersed in regret: "At that time, I should pretend to hit her and leave the phone..."
I laughed at him: "Can't you be smarter, the whole point? Vulgar."
He said, "For example, what?" For
example, he and her in the movie "The Science of Sleep" I watched the day before yesterday.
He who was introverted and sensitive met her who was also introverted and sensitive. Although the two were door-to-door neighbors, they didn't look up and saw each other, but they didn't know how to express. So, how did they hook up...?
...
The day he met, he introduced himself and said: "I draw illustrations for wall calendars. But my ideal is to be an inventor." As he said, he took out a pair of red, green and green glasses from his bag and handed it over. Give her, "Wear it and your life will be all 3D."
She: "Isn't our life originally 3D?"
He: "Yes, but...you will know if you try... ..."
(He first blindfolded her and told her: The world is still that world, but with me what you see will be different because of it.)
He said: "You know what, invented 3D Pulfrich has only one eye, just like Beethoven and its music..."
(In my heart he should be inferior. He feels like Pulrich and Beethoven, There is a disability. But he wants to be as great as them)
......
There was a pony made of cloth on her piano, and he was stunned. The pony was wearing a gray padded jacket, his eyes were two white buttons, and his hair and tail were made of white wool.
He asked: "Did you make it yourself?" He fell in love with the pony at once, but he didn't know that he actually started to like her at this moment.
She said, "No, I adopted it. It was sad when I saw it. I had to bring it back and give it a home."
"Now, it will never leave me again." She didn't. Added without pride.
He said: "Really? I know you are his mother. But should you also consider his ideas?"
Then she and he laughed.
(Actually, he himself was deceived back to France by his mother because his father had just passed away. So he felt that he was the pony adopted by her. He loved his mother, but he did work that he didn't like for his mother. I always feel a little wronged.)
Her answer is: "It has been injured. I can't take any more risks."
(She is talking about herself.)
...
She picked up a white boat and prepared Put it on the shelf. She said, "I made this out of canvas. I'm about to make some small trees as the setting, so that it looks like a boat is sailing in the forest looking for its mother of the sea."
He said, "It's better to put the forest in the boat. ..."
He suddenly proposed excitedly: "I'll get the camera, let's shoot an animation. The boat with the forest goes out to the sea to find its mother..." Then
her eyes lit up. : "Okay. We can let the tree grow leaves, and then be blown away by the wind...At this time the boat will go to sea...I will be in charge of the small tree, and you will be in charge of the sea!"
So, he found white transparent glass sugar paper to make sea water.
And the white clouds in the air were the cotton balls she threw to the ceiling.
(I haven't seen such a beautiful sea and white clouds for a long time. The people I and I met in life have packed too many things in their respective boats, can no longer fit the forest, and have been stranded and unable to go out to sea. )
He can't wait to fly home to get more props. But she said: "Don't worry, I will continue next time. Give me some time to make the boat and the small tree first."
Before leaving, he stood at the door for a long time without the courage to tell her, in fact, he just lived. At the opposite door.
(I'm afraid he hasn't the courage to face her yet. He didn't realize that he needed to be prepared just like her before setting off.)
...
he fell asleep in the bathtub that night, dreaming of writing a letter in a hazy dream give her. The letter said: "I am very confused about the daytime things, but I actually lied to you... By the way, do you have any call from anyone?"
(He desperately tried to suppress his liking for her Thoughts. He doesn't actually want those calls from so or so. He just doesn't want to show that he cares about her.) When
he wakes up he finds his footprints soaking all the way from the bathroom to her door. Panicking, he immediately found a hook and hooked his letter from the crack in the door.
Who knows that she was actually woken up at this time, and she had already read the letter. From behind the door, she saw him standing naked and stuffing the letter into the crack of the door, and then watched him hook the letter back.
(Of course she was disappointed when she read the letter. It turned out that he was just joking with her. She began to believe that he didn't really like her.)
...
Until the end of the story, he still didn't dare to confess to her, and Decided to leave the city. Before leaving, he came down to the door to bid her farewell under the pressure of his mother. He still couldn't say anything, but suddenly climbed onto her bed like a shameless.
Seeing him as self-willed as a child, she felt that she was going to be tortured madly by him. So she asked him with tears in her eyes: "Why me? Why?..."
He finally said helplessly: "The others are boring, only you are special."
At this moment, he looked up and saw the small boat and the forest with her bedside...He finally knew how stupid he was.
Finally, they rode their ponies through the forest, and the boat carried them in the sea made of cellophane to ride the wind and waves, and there were cotton flowers hanging in the sky.
...
Actually, this movie has no plot, it just talks about how a simple love escapes our subconscious murder of ourselves every day.
Yes, we are murdering every day. Everyone is murdering. We obviously like it in our hearts, but we have to use all kinds of reasons to kill it-age, position, income and so on all the distance in reality, vanity, self-esteem, inferiority complex, moral standards, and even a certain word inadvertently said by the object of your love.
We have long lost a piece of green shade in our hearts, and I am afraid that only anxiety and helplessness are left. The sprouts of love have not had time to grow out and be chopped down by the obstacles of the outside world. We have strangled ourselves from the bottom of our hearts
...
I said to my buddy: "If you like it, act quickly."
He Said: "I still need a chance. The opportunity to get off work. It's really not good to be seen by a colleague..."
I nodded, "Well. First find out. Don't step on the thunder, in case it's the boss. What about Xiaomi."
Hey, is the reality not good enough or is our heart no longer romantic? !
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