When Nikita first appeared in our sight, how unexpected, such a numb and violent woman, exuded an unruly male air all over her body. I told my boyfriend that this is a violent aesthetic film. He sneered and despised me for saying the term violent aesthetics. He said that violence is always violence. Where is beauty? Are you still paying attention to beauty when your life is threatened and you are being crushed to death? It is cruel even to watch others hurt their legs by those flowers, how can they feel beautiful? Kind baby. . .
Under the coercion and temptation, she still wants to insist on being herself. Resist, but if there is someone stronger than her, she can only be passive. She is actually still a child, just a little bit paranoid. The instructor wanted to surprise her on her birthday, and I was moved until the box was opened. She unpacked it shyly and joyfully, wondering what gift it was, perhaps her first gift. But in reality, there is no such kind of tenderness, either life or death.
Most people are similar in all aspects from the time they were born. The biggest reason for the huge differences now is the different growth environment. Warmth, sunshine, kindness, all the goodness, no one dislikes it from the bottom of my heart, and people tend to be kind. The cruelty of reality is the coexistence of good and evil. The law of survival will not allow goodness to exist alone, nor will it allow evil to dominate the rivers and lakes. They are like twin children, always woven together. Nikita's appearance of a brutal and happy woman after marriage is actually the reality. We all long for simple happiness in our hearts, but the reality makes us have to put on armor and fight every time, because it is about life and death.
Nikita moved her head stiffly in front of the mirror, trying to squeeze a smile, but there was no happy memory that made her laugh. After marriage, the beautiful life of her close lover makes her glow, and the smile from the heart makes her move. Love is really a wonderful thing, it can make a numb and stiff soul soft and alive. She laughed, she cried, everything was so natural. Such a good life has been broken by so-called missions one after another, with tears in his eyes but still trying to stabilize himself, calmly shooting a fatal shot. In fact, she is not so cold, nor can it hurt. Watching Victor die in front of her, she finally stopped accepting such reality and fate. Since he couldn't stay, he simply left. But the love is still there. Once the cold is surrounded by warmth, when the warmth is no longer, the pain is inevitable.
That lonely, stubborn, and cool figure, one day, hand in hand with the beloved, his eyes are no longer empty and blurred, but full of the charm and warmth of a little French woman. This is the hope of my layman.
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