The author is my dear MM Ai Xiaoya.
She wrote the story I wanted to tell.
Because they only give comfort to each other, they often do the same things in different cities. When she said: You are going to see Jackson's movie. I said: good.
After listening to her, I sent a message to someone in the taxi when I went home last night: "Are you going to watch Jackson's documentary tomorrow?" After a while, I got an official answer: I'm busy tomorrow when there is something for the company.
Close the phone, not pouting, not willful, fasten the seat belt and quietly lean against the back of the chair to take a nap. At the beginning of the Hua Deng, I closed my eyes to feel the blur of the night, and Andy Lau was secretly fascinated by singing on the radio. In fact, every time I see you I am also fascinated, but you and I have different roles.
Sigh that my anti-loneliness ability is getting better and better. Even the feeling of waking up from the most feared twilight awakening in the past, and even the most fearful thing of being left behind by someone to go and play, can be quickly dispelled by a night of hot soup or something warm. And what I think today is, well, if being busy can be a universal excuse for men in this world, then finding a girlfriend to splurge on the weekend can also be regarded as a panacea.
Sending text messages in a group, Ah San, rushing to get off work at 12 o'clock, and with the wicked traffic of Guangzhou, came to accompany me to watch the 1 o'clock movie-look, here is a man who despises many excuses, a woman who talks is more reliable than a lover, I don’t know who pays Talk back.
At 1 o'clock, she hurried to the door of the theater out of breath. I shuttled to the door to pick her up, took her hand and pulled her to the seat, her eyes gleaming.
The lights go out and music surrounds. MJ said on the screen, everything is for love. MJ also said, you have to give me a code. MJ often said, GOD BLESS YOU.
Except for movies, it is difficult to perform desolately. Luxurious and splendid, the MJ on the stage is like a real person in a grand concert. We worship this kind of soul. Three children are next to me, Xiaoniaiyiren. She is also a paperback version, with a weak appearance and a romantic and unrestrained heart. Since getting to know them, I often feel grudges towards women with outstanding beauty, thinking that they cannot be explored; on the contrary, those who are "fortunately not beauties" are considered more worthy of expectation. The heart learns to be stubbornly picky, and it becomes more sensitive. The aesthetics began to change, so looking at MJ, it is better to say that it really became a feeling MJ.
In a theater where there are not too many people, two seemingly young women abandon their lovers to listen to a soulful concert. Our little ghosts in the front row can't help shaking their bodies every time during MJ's climax music clips, almost jumping on their seats to take a spacewalk-San'er and I looked at each other and laughed. They are too young, separated from us by a light-year distance. Although today, we are all wearing T-shirts and sneakers, but seeing this kind of "regardless" self-narcissism from the heart, we still sigh-beauty is old.
I remember the first time I met MJ, it was the first year of junior high school. At the school’s New Year’s Party that year, the temperature was below zero. A group of boys who were considered bad boys danced on the stage in thin clothes. The dance steps are jerky and true, but the small county town that year didn't know anything about it, and sighed at that classic MJ crotch movement. The girls covered their mouths and laughed, and the masters glared.
Years later, I searched for a passing memory in the bustling city, only to find that I don’t even remember the face of the boy who danced MJ steps back then. They don't know where they are left. Will they think of their blooming and rainy season on the days of the film's screening, and they will be remembered by a girl who has never known each other.
In fact, many people are not familiar with MJ, including me. People are like this, and they will explore carefully when something is lost—the original so beautiful thing, when they existed, we didn't pay attention to it. We thought they would always be there, waiting for us to find and fall in love.
Life is most afraid of too late, this feeling is getting clearer and clearer. San'er has been sighing beside him and said: Tian is jealous of talents.
Nothing. MJ kept saying a word during the rehearsal, you gave me a secret code. I know what to do next.
And our secret code, I didn't know where it went. Whether to love someone or to do something to go to a banquet, we have never forgotten those hints and codes, because we are too self-radical and only care about our own performance, so we forget to listen to what others give at this moment. What's the signal, is it time to pause, or should it be gentle-just take care of self-performing, and at the end, I have to say, I have given so much, why can't I see your smile.
MJ won't. He said, the music you gave hit my ears like boxing, and I was uncomfortable.
He said, I can't feel my hearing.
He said: You have to slow down, slow down, like the feeling of just getting up.
He also said: I love this planet.
A feast of music. Regarding him, laymen can only speak layman. It's just that when the lights are on, they will be reluctant. Holding San'er's hand, she went out to drink a bowl of soy milk downstairs. She smiled warmly and said, if this is a wedding gift, you would be right to give it.
I asked her, are you happy. She rolled her eyes: it's okay. Then she continued to smile. Then she said nothing, really, I will be a good housewife to show you. There is no need to escape.
She is a woman who is about to become a newlywed woman. I also quietly said to her in the dim air of the theater, "GOD BLESS YOU.
Is it because of loneliness that I have to pretend to be a person, or is it because I pretend to be a talented person and feel lonely;" Was it lonely because of seeing ten thousand people caring, or was it because of loneliness that they threw themselves to the carnival of ten thousand people and swallowed them.
Is the feast for everyone or yourself? Facing calmly is always happier than stealing joy in secret. These days, we all need parties or each other's beauty to give hope to life. The prosperous ending, you and I don't need to miss each other, because you know that it will be the same next time, and you will accompany each other on call to watch these stories. Some are on the stage; some are by your side.
At the end of the film, the director said to everyone, we must enjoy ourselves. The audience who came to the concert came to escape reality, and we had to satisfy them.
I can't help but say, that's the sentence, and nothing else is needed. If we can escape at this moment, then we will start dancing again after the escape.
I thought the film was not over. Until the end of the subtitles, I don't think he is over, but the rehearsal is over. In a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, there will still be a new grand ball for us somewhere. Like ourselves, we think that the end of the story is just the beginning of the next story.
Yes, This is it.
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