A person, according to the path that everyone is born to walk, the habit of walking the dead all exists. Go to school, graduate, find a good job, meet a nice person, get married. Is this numbness because of knowing that everything is under control, or because there is no other way?
The heroine was rescued from a car accident. The hero was unharmed and fell asleep in a hospital chair. He didn't wake up until his father-in-law told him that his wife had died.
Looking at the blood-stained bed, the male protagonist just froze for a while, went outside to wipe the blood on the leather shoes with a damp tissue, and went to the vending machine to buy MM. The male protagonist goes home and lives as usual, except that the TV automatically turns off and turns on, instead of trimming and tidying up his excess hair, dismantling the leaking refrigerator, pulling the brake valve on the train, and even a series of strange things in the airport. Strange thoughts, want to remove the toilet door, remove the bathroom light, remove the coffee machine, and finally pay to help the demolition team demolish the house.
Looking at a person, I didn't feel anything from the beginning. At his wife's memorial service, he wrote to the person in charge of the vending machine, because the MM did not fall off after paying, and by the way told the ins and outs of his wife's death. Showing up at the office without a shave, and when his father-in-law wanted to tell him how grieved he was about his daughter's passing, he answered his father-in-law's question about starting to defuse an embarrassing $16 cocktail, because. When I see the middle of the movie, there is always a kind of life that the male protagonist begins after the death of the female protagonist, galloping at a rhythm of opening and hanging.
Until he danced to the company, wore a bulletproof vest, let a child shoot him, demolished his house, saw an ultrasound, met a car owner who had been following him in the cemetery, revealed his sadness in front of his father-in-law, all these.
It's not that there's no feeling, it's not being insensitive, it's not being inattentive, it's just pain, and sometimes, for some people, it comes slowly, not like the pain of a nail going into the sole of the foot when tearing down a house, not like a bullet hitting a bulletproof vest The huge buffer force came so quickly.
That kind of pain, even after demolishing everything that existed before, it came little by little, and as it was demolished, it spread more and more.
Your heart rules your brain, and your feelings rule your heart.
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