When he was young, he was fighting with his hair covered.
There are more than 200 seats in Hall 1 of the entire theater. Plus a couple came in behind. Only ten people.
Ouyang Feng was dressed in black and white, holding an oil-paper umbrella. He pursed his lips with a smile.
Under the sky as blue as a clean lake, the desert flies sand and rocks. So lonely that only the whirring of the wind remains.
The plot is familiar. The appearance of the characters, their lines are also familiar.
Behind that huge birdcage, there are many people, many people's thoughts.
If, for a film, you have seen it ten years ago, you have to watch it almost every year.
But you still end up sitting alone in an empty, dark theater watching lines you can almost memorize.
You will still feel so sad that you cannot hold back your tears because of the words or expressions of those people on the screen.
In fact, a lot of things have nothing to do with this movie. It has nothing to do with Yo-Yo Ma's re-score. Irrelevant cut footage. Regardless of the director. No matter the actor.
It's like a hidden old life of your past.
Gently put the memories you have edited. The wounds that have been repaired are slowly torn open one by one. Then slowly add a glass of spicy wine to the wound.
You will see you back then. fragile. Overwhelmed. neurotic.
You can be Murong Yan, who is in love to the point of madness splitting.
You can be a big sister-in-law who loves and hates mumbling to herself.
You can be Ouyang Feng who looks at the White Camel Villa all day long but has never gone back.
You can be that yellow pharmacist who wants to forget a lot of things.
You can be any character in this play.
They have nothing to do with you sitting in a movie theater watching a movie right now.
They love, but can't. They each have strong, paranoid and heroic feelings. But buried in peach blossoms, rivers. yellow sand. In the vast world of white clouds.
They are not you.
They're just that little once-soft sand in your hard heart.
In the passage of time, in the Ganges of time, it has become a hard fossil.
At that time, I said to him, if one day I ask you if your favorite woman is me, you must lie to me.
At that time, when you saw that his eyes were full of other people, you would be jealous, and you thought you could make up for it by letting others like you so much, but it ended up hurting more people.
At that time, you will find that in the best time, the person you love is not by your side, no matter how beautiful you are. You all lose.
There was a time when you knew very well that when you can't have something, the only thing you can do is not forget it.
There have been many, many times when you all understand that being drunk and dreaming of dying is just a joke.
You know this better than Ouyang Feng.
But you can't be more decisive and ruthless than him.
The second time I cried was when Maggie Cheung asked Huang Yaoshi, in fact, you and him are such good friends, why didn't you tell him I was here?
Huang Yaoshi replied, I promised you would not say it.
She smiled miserably in the mirror, you are too honest.
Then he couldn't help but fell to the ground and cried. But no tears.
You still cover your face. Don't let yourself cry.
The first time was Brigitte Lin talking to herself in front of the birdcage.
You lost to two acting queens.
They vividly restore the thoughts of those lonely women who can't live by themselves.
You can't wait to yell for them. A great grief.
Can't wait. Let their life start anew.
Stop so lonely love, so lonely hate.
Such a lonely life and death.
But wait until the screen hits director Wong Kar Wai. The song ends. See the silence on the faces of others in the rest of the theater.
just got it.
This is not a one-man show. Not a person's life and death joys and sorrows.
We are all in this fate. Lonely walk a cutscene. Come and go.
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