just the most Ordinary bits and pieces, ordinary little people, and their small lives, as well as their predicaments, loneliness, disputes, indifference, longing, courage, warmth, and love.
Of course, you could also call it boring, straight-forward, and nonsense.
In the beginning, everyone is alone. The old lady who was forced to live in a nursing home was always concerned about her yard, flowers, and small animals, and was always full of complaints; in order to pass the empty days, the cook who kept bringing irrelevant women home for entertainment was always making noise. Flirty music, irritable and irritable because of being busy all day but unable to find the direction of life; postcard salesman who stutters but loves to perform, easy-going, friendly but not confident; and our loner heroine, with The mother has been estranged for a long time, and can only outline the appearance of her father through imagination. She has no friends, but is eager to communicate.
"Everyone passed by, never talking or greeting each other."
Then everyone began to walk into each other's lives. The chef regularly goes to the nursing home every Monday to take care of his grandmother, who only complains to him; the chef and the postcard salesman are friends and cohabitants, but their relationship is not very harmonious; after the postcard salesman and the heroine meet by chance, they have a bad cold Let the heroine intervene in the shared space of the two men; what followed was the chef's disdain and hostility to the sudden intruder, and the two kept rubbing against each other.
Under the same roof, everyone went from unfamiliar to understanding, the closed heart began to open, and warmth pervaded the cold room subtly. They accompanied each other's loneliness and gradually became the courage to live with each other.
So the old lady no longer complained and cried all day long, the chef no longer had a violent indulgence, the postcard seller no longer stuttered and inferior, and the heroine no longer lonely and gloomy.
The tones are getting warmer. Smiles began to grow. The music also changed from noisy to warm.
Family and friendship melt from indifference to understanding and tolerance.
Then, love quietly knocked on the door.
But there is still something that can't be forgiven.
So reverse.
The old lady finally left in the most comfortable way, so peaceful, so peaceful that one could forget the sadness.
The house has finally been sold, and it's time to go our separate ways.
The ties connecting each other were broken one after another.
respectively, seems to be immutable.
The chef decided to leave the UK.
The heroine pieced together various reasons to stay.
He said: Why can't you simply say "I don't want you to go"?
Is it so hard to say this? He looked into her eyes, his eyes full of hot anticipation.
In the hesitation, she replied: I'm afraid...
I'm afraid of you, I'm also afraid of myself, I'm afraid of everything. She lowered her head, avoiding his eyes.
Disappointed, he left.
At the station, she rushed towards him who was about to leave, and finally said: I don't want you to go.
And he replied: Too late. My heart is gone.
A goodbye hug. their own stuff.
She wandered around the station in a daze.
Suddenly his phone came.
Hearing his voice, she quietly wiped away her tears.
He said: I want to say that it is still too difficult for me to let you be here alone. As long as I think about you crying alone at the train station, I feel bad.
I didn't cry. She pretended to be strong.
With his luggage on his back and his mobile phone, he was about to catch up with her who was talking on the phone.
Really? A smile formed on the corner of his mouth. His footsteps were almost parallel to hers.
deceive. He lowered his head and whispered to her.
She turned back.
Embrace. kiss. never part.
Then the separated people reunite again, the chef and the heroine, the postcard seller and the girlfriend, and also, the smiling old lady in heaven.
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