From children to the elderly, he builds the building block house with his own hands and grows old with it; he guards the building block house and guards the memories of the past.
The old man's loneliness made me think of the fun of collecting Wall-E in the rubbish heap. The difference is that the old man has memories to chew on, while Wall-E has beautiful longings.
Those mournful, invisible sighs were exhaled thickly and formed into tangible bubbles, rising slowly, rising... Finally, they would surface, and then burst with a "pop" like the echo of memories.
At the end of the film, the old man pours two glasses of wine and toasts with the past.
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