Whether the French romance is given by the city, given by people, or by the interaction of the two... It seems that the prelude to the love between the two has been opened after the renovation of the new bridge. Purely for Juliet Binoche, the male protagonist doesn't appeal to me, a taciturn, dirty, severely insomniac street performer who makes a living by breathing fire at night, on the dilapidated New Bridge Cowardly living.
The first time the two met was Alex, who was drunk in the middle of the road and broke a foot by a passing car; Michelle, who was one-eyed, was wandering the streets late at night with a painting box on her back, and she saw an unconscious man. Alex, with just one glance, Alex was dragged into the bus as a homeless by the city rectification staff and sent to the shelter.
The second time the two met, Alex, who escaped from the asylum, limped back to New Bridge, his street residence, his "bed" -- the stone on the bridge. The chair was occupied by Michelle, who flipped through her portfolio and saw his own portrait.
The bud of love, from the first encounter, quietly sneaks into the heart
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