Small W's EVA.

Bailey 2022-04-21 09:03:51

In the spring of 2009, I was still a freshman in high school. At that time, there were three people sitting in a row in the class. The little W sitting on my right is a black-bellied boy with a barely acceptable face and a carefree personality. On his schoolbag hangs a Limboli badge. I vaguely remember that character from the animation where the theme song "Brave Boys, Go Create Miracles" was seen in the second grade of elementary school. I asked him why the boy's schoolbag had a girl's head on it. His corns smirked like a pig, his eyebrows twitched, and he told me mysteriously that she was different, she was a goddess.

It was hot and boring in Wuhan in the summer. The plain water language class aroused all my drowsiness, while the little W next to me was listening to my mp4 in high spirits, writing and studying math problems. I said, I want to listen, and he gave me a headset. I heard a clear female voice singing "Fly me to the moon." I closed my eyes and saw the girl who was spinning in the dark blue waves. I asked Xiao W if that was Ling Bo Li. Yes, it seems that you have seen it a little bit. The corners of his lips are raised at an angle. After the final exam is over, let's watch it together. Eva's new theatrical version is broken. I said, isn't it Evangelion, I've seen a little bit of it, the last episode is everyone die together~. He glanced at me disdainfully, pointed at someone sleepy to my left, and said, why don't he go too. My heart trembled a little, and I coughed, okay, let's go together.

This matter also came to an end after we switched tables and left. After that, I was profoundly educated by a certain otaku in our class, and this point is absolutely invisible when it was just released. In the following period of time, my relationship with Xiao W was up and down, but it was still half a buddy. He watched my tangled and tortuous relationship with someone, which continued until the end of the college entrance examination, but I also witnessed him go through a vigorous love affair, and at the end he even cut a hilarious one for it. The bald head warns himself that learning is the first. The last time I talked about eva in high school was the evening self-study in the third year of high school in 10 years. In the last class of the biology self-study at the end of November, I was lying on the seat in the last row, listening to him, who had just returned bald, and told me that he had thought a lot and tried to do a lot during the month he dropped out of school. , but in the end all of this is still unclear and unclear. It is like an endless fascination, in which it is impossible to extricate itself, bewildered and addicted to it. He just knows that he is the only one facing the world now, and the only thing he can do is to continue everything in the moment. I looked at the notebook in his hand that said You can (not) advance. What is this, can't it be achieved? He raised his head and smiled, ha, it's strange that my aunt doesn't understand how I could possibly understand. Then he just bent over and I clearly heard him whisper, I can't change anything, and I don't dare to face it, I can't do anything, that's all.

The day when the college entrance examination results were announced happened to be his birthday, and he was only a few days older than me. He told me in the community across from the school that he decided to repeat his studies, and I couldn't say anything. I only dared to ask him for a birthday present with my cheeks, and he took me to the stationery store next to the station to buy a pot of reticulated grass. He left the station with his classmates, and I took the reticulated grass in a glass vase and walked home step by step along the shadow.

I managed to get into an unsatisfactory second-class school with my poor grades. In the ordinary days of military training, the only entertainment I think of is to complete all the eva. Tv, the old theatrical version, the new theatrical version, the first time I didn't see the place that I didn't understand clearly, I went back and watched it again, and if I didn't understand it later, I looked for the corresponding place in front. I was used to all kinds of fast forwards, and it was rare for me to watch it completely when I was in eva. Utada Hikaru's beautiful world was placed in the first folder of my mp3, and the single "beautiful boy" kept repeating, and I thought of Shinji seeing Nagisa's back, seeing Nagisa's smile shattered, No. 1 The machine completely collapsed and swallowed the apostles... All those eyes seemed to be familiar, Xiao W was in the last row of that evening self-study, and his eyes were full of emptiness and helplessness as he looked at the gray floor, like Asuka lying down Looking up at the endless sky in the bathtub, repeating the same words and the same tone, accepting the moment that I can't change everything.

At the end of 2011, I occasionally learned that the new theatrical version of Q would be released in the fall of 2012. My first reaction was to tell Xiao W and ask him if we would like to watch it together. He got back to me after a week, maybe see it in the cinema here. I coaxed him and said, okay, let's go together. He got back to me right away, ok.
This is our last contact.

Later, I learned a little bit through his logs on the Internet. He met new people and exchanged a grade that was enough to enter a college in one year. Compared with me, who spent this year in a daze, and finally made a clean break with the person in the past, it is a lot better. Eva q is also out, and I can only wait for the day I can actually see the change. Three years later, we have experienced a lot and changed a lot. I just know that there will be no more late-night self-study teenager. He is looking for the answer to save himself in the endless confusion, but he is constantly letting go and forgetting in the rush of time. The delusions of the past are constantly diluted and completely abandoned under the washing of reality. There will no longer be the me who tries to understand everything and is willing to sacrifice blood for the consummation of my dreams. Thinking about it this way, how ridiculous it would be to be so insensitive now.

Maybe they just want to find the familiar self in the memory.

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