Last August, I watched Uncle Face's "Pride and Prejudice" for the first time on the high-speed train to Wuhan. I was deeply immersed in Mr Darcy's appearance and talent, and then began to make up for all Uncle Colin's films.
Time has turned thousands of times, and Mr. Darcy has remained the same for thousands of years, from a nobleman who owns a manor to a nationally famous barrister. (My son's English name will also be called Darcy in the future) and there is no Elizabeth in this world, only the wonderful woman BJ in the fat world. Envy, jealous, and distressed. The male god is always by his side, even if he is not good-looking, even if he makes a fool of himself, even if he is so inferior that he does not dare to disturb the other party, he still lives hard, is still positive, and still lives his unrestrained self, who can not love such a BJ.
From wearing leopard-print underwear wrapped in Mr. Darcy's coat, to traveling thousands of miles to rescue his sweetheart, to the unexpected encounter between the two after ten years, fate seems to be joking with each other, playing hide-and-seek, trying every means to test Both sides, whether love is more important or match is more important.
BJ's eyes betrayed her when BJ's friend asked her if she could imagine living with the handsome American guy in front of her in the future instead of Darcy. When the handsome guy asks do you love me? BJ replied that she would later, her sincerity betrayed her. When lying in the delivery room with so much pain that he couldn't open his eyes, he held Darcy in their outstretched hands without hesitation. When asked if their child might not be you, the handsome American said that it might be different, while Darcy said I would love him as much as I love you. This is probably what true love looks like, even if I sang all by myself 10,000 times from the age of 32 to 43, but in the end, it's just you.
If you only look at the third part as a romantic comedy, you can barely even give 2 stars, with a bland plot and wrinkled actors. I feel that I am in my twenties watching uncles and aunts fall in love. My aunt is in her 40s and still can't take care of herself. Her sex life is so rotten that she can't tell who her baby's father is. But BJ is a series, an old friend whom we haven't seen in ten years. When she came into our sight again, how much have we changed in ten years, are some things and some people still by our side?
When it was announced that BJ and Mark became husband and wife, I smiled knowingly at the computer, like an old friend who had worked hard for love for many years and finally embraced happiness, but in reality I was the little ordinary who sang all by myself like BJ, the difference is that I'm not as optimistic and hardworking as BJ, so I haven't had the luck to meet my Darcy yet.
An account of running water records the rainy night after the Qingming Festival, thinking of the sunny future in the distance to the computer.
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