The tearful scene was that the magician was on the train, and the little girl on the opposite side fell to the ground with a short pencil, looking around. handed back to the child.
Finally, the magician took out the photo he had always kept with him, thinking of his daughter. I hope this train is the way home, no longer wandering, no longer owed, no longer make up.
Parents' love is selfless giving without expecting anything in return. Maybe you and I will be the "white-eyed wolf" from time to time. So when the movie ended, I didn't have time to hate the little girl, but looked at myself first. The little girl seems to be ignorant, with an expression of no good or bad, just like sometimes herself, naturally enjoying the love of her parents and getting carried away.
Magic doesn't exist. But will you tell kids that that is not Santa but your parents?
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