It is said that most of the judges voted for Tony Leung at that time because as a non-homosexual, it is commendable to perform a gay role so appropriately and vividly. As for you, a logical performance is naturally handy, no matter how good the performance is, it should be. Mr. Lin Yihua raised an objection: According to this reasoning, should all the heterosexual characters portrayed by Leslie Cheung in the past be nominated for the actor? During the dinner, stunned. They think they understand and understand very well, but they still can't conceal the secular views in their hearts.
The more real Li Yaohui is, the more he can only remind everyone that this is just acting. You are different, you must have used yourself in your life to integrate into the role, He Baorong, who makes people want to stop. You expose fragments of your life in broad daylight, just to satisfy some people's curiosity to spy on you. After the prying eyes, people felt that the easy-to-follow performance was of course not as valuable as Tony Leung's modeling. It is really unfair. Who said that homosexuality can play Ho Baorong? ? Nonsense. In the end, the actor is still not you, but you just smiled faintly, relieved, smiled with grievances, just like you sang, silently no longer care about Mercedes-Benz. "Because you are strong enough to use your pain to turn into love"-Lin Xi
Now, Chunguang has become your landmark masterpiece, and the media's recognition of He Baorong even exceeds Tony Leung's Li Yaohui. My heart is miserable and miserable. The affirmation of you by the media is always so late.
So, picking the day is not as good as picking the day, just today, ten years later, the spring is coming back.
Your He Baorong is obsessive and headstrong. Divided and combined, Hui couldn't reach him. So, He Baorong woke Hui up for morning exercises before dawn. He asked Hui to buy cigarettes in the middle of the night, and when he was hungry, Hui was bedridden with a cold for two days. Cook. All of this, Hui is reluctant to do so. He Baorong, Li Yaohui. Who loves whom more? Or this is doomed to drunk life and dream to die. The dream is awakened, and the last dance is dancing. The ambiguous tango in the dazzling light embraces each other as if embracing eternity. The heart is swaying and swaying. After the tenderness is crushed, it can cover the universe. The most beautiful picture!
Your He Baorong is lewd and naive. No one can compare to his contradiction, and the contradiction can be so beautiful. He wandered around all kinds of men in the bar, his eyes were charming and blurred, but he shrank and sobbed at the corner of the bed because of Hui's humiliation. He told Hui that his boyfriend could not count until dawn, his expression was lewd and frivolous, and in a blink of an eye, he was jealous and repeatedly asked Hui if he had anything to do with Zhang Zhen, like a child. He sat on the bed and yelled "You go to the street", and when Hui asked him to leave, he mumbled ambiguously "Don't bear it". It's no wonder that such a stunner can't resist his "return from the ground up".
Your He Baorong is indifferent and decisive. No matter how entangled, He Baorong is a person who is afraid of boredom after all. His passport was hidden by Hui. He searched all corners of the room. After being hysterical, he slammed the door and left, leaving the room like Hui who was hollowed out. —He knows that this day is coming sooner or later. He Baorong has received no news since then. Hui resumed his work in the slaughterhouse, and the scarlet blood melted and gathered on the concrete floor. It was still crowded, feasting, and drunk - the excitement was all other people's, and he had nothing. He Baorong is so unfeeling.
Hui met a man similar to He Baorong. Maybe he loved him for a quarter of an hour, and he couldn't help but hug when he bid farewell. After the hug, what would he keep? The ones that should come, the ones that should go, some people are destined to be just passers-by in their lives, and wandering around is also in vain. Before leaving Argentina, Hui went to the waterfall, a waterfall sounded, the water mist filled with smoke and waves, facing such a majestic waterfall, everything became insignificant. Hui thought, there should be two people standing under this waterfall. Ren Shuihua slapped her face, so deep melancholy, there was a hint of helplessness and heartache at the corner of her mouth. Finally returned to Hong Kong, back to life without Ho Baorong, life still has to go on.
On the other side of the earth, He Baorong is not a cold-blooded person after all. Back to the room of the Argentine Hui, their entangled memories-but people went to the building empty. With a trace of luck, I bought a bunch of cigarettes and placed them neatly and orderly like Hui. The floor was dusty, and he wiped it and wiped it. After a long time, he finally felt ashamed—this time, he couldn't just let it go. Hugging Hui's quilt tightly, feeling the last lingering warmth on the skin of his body, sobbing and sobbing silently. Happy Together's bohemian melody, against the gloomy red at the end of the film, bloody spiteful, after the show, I finally understand that you love Hui more than Hui love you.
Ten years have passed, and the spring is coming again, and I will remember your appearance at that time, rich and blurred. Thanks to Wang Jiawei and Du Kefeng for giving us a dreamlike springtime that belonged to the two men. In their best years-that year, you were 41 and Liang 35. The performers are intoxicated, the viewers are obsessed, ten years of springtime, and greedy for a while. The light and shadow intertwined, as if to accompany them to create a gorgeous dream. The dust in the dream rose and fell.
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