It was the energy that pierced the tears. The hero didn't mention the courage in the past, and regarded death as a man. This old man is so lonely. There is a song: I eat and travel by myself and stop and go. When I was in college before, I liked this tune. Looking around, the feeling of being the only person in the world is no longer good. Or, I understand why I liked that feeling at the beginning and I don’t like it now.
At that time, no matter how far a person ran, there was a banquet when they came back. A few close friends held up small wine glasses to listen to their affair, lost, and new friends on the road. Then they went back to bed drunk and fell asleep. Second It’s still a bright sunny day when I wake up. My family, sisters, boyfriends, dreams are still there, afraid of wool.
The premise that people are not afraid of loneliness is because everything is there and nothing is lost. In the final analysis, it is because they are not alone at all. When there is no one around, there are still a few who are willing to pack up and walk around, no matter how heroic deeds can be talked to, there is no one to show off. A full of passionate stories press on the throat, and sadness comes from it.
Frank was like that. Back then, he was famous all over the world. The girls heard the name of the prodigal son. They sent the door to the door. This old man was supposed to have a lot of money in his left hand and a girl in his right. There is nothing he can do with him, only what he doesn't want, and nothing he can't get.
Now I’m sleeping in a nest on the sofa. I don’t know if the milk is broken. I only found out that the expiration date has expired after a bite in my mouth. The conversation with my daughter and son is neither tender nor intimate. The daughter is older. Facetime from far away, he was happy but not good at words, and he didn't know what kind of thoughtful words to say. As for the son, he drove for several hours to take care of him. In his heart, the boss was reluctant. He felt that his son always regarded him as Alzheimer's.
Until the appearance of this little robot, I didn't wait to see it at the beginning. The little robot must be a Virgo, tortoise-hair, things are compelling, obsessive-compulsive disorder, in short, it is very troublesome. While the old man disliked it, he was also talking to him/walking/eating the food/drinking the water poured from it. It is always right to be in love for a long time. The Taurus and Virgo must get along. They all said it was the earth sign. In addition, the old man discovered that this little robot has an incredible professional skill, such as unlocking, testing passwords, these things that normal humans have to practice for a long time, this little guy can master it, and the skill is overpowering the crowd, the old man It will bloom beautifully in a moment. They are like male and female robbers, planning one perfect game after another. In fact, do they really want that jewelry? Nor is it. That mood is like eating baguettes in the library, which is obviously not allowed, but I just want to challenge the system. Is it really delicious? It's just that I can't forget the bear-like look of breadcrumbs for a long time.
Finally, the old man has to cover up the crime, and the only thing to do is reset the ROBOT's memory, that is, format it. He has been reluctant to press that button, and the momentary choice was to put him on the multiple choice question of losing his freedom and going to jail, or losing his friends and going lonely and dying. He later yelled at his son that he was my friend. Much like in Toy Story 3, when the little master wanted to give away his toys, he finally said something to the neighbor girl on the steps. (PS: Regarding the exchange of toys, there is another scene that touched me very much. It was a story told by Qu Jiarui on Coming to Kangxi. She met an 11-year-old girl in the United States. The girl said that I grew up. Don’t play with dolls anymore, I want to buy curling irons. So Qu Jiarui bought the little girl’s dancing Barbie, and she said, “We’re on the steps of her house, and we exchanged our youth”.) The
old man never gave him from the beginning to the end . He named his ROBOT. Later, in the nursing home, he saw countless ROBOTs like ROBOT. If he wants, he can buy another robot. Their time can be shared and their memories can be created again. There is no bald robot, just like a dead old friend, where the node of time has stopped, then stop there. But in the bottom of my heart, there are still tears and emotions flowing non-stop.
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Constellation or something, just hand it in hand, don’t be serious, tell me that one should be XX, stop making trouble.
What's the point? I think it's like this after reading it. I didn't catch the point. You have the final say?
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