The story takes place in France, but it does not depict the usual exquisite images of French women, which is far from our stereotyped romantic capital. It's the bottom life in the French refugee cave. The little girl has been called a bastard since she was a child, because her mother is a bitch that everyone can fuck. She survived like a weed in such a family. Fortunately, Allah gave her an angel—a little black girl who grew up in a religious family. Two life treasures grow up freely in the refugee area, smooth things in the supermarket, make money by opportunism, fight against the teacher in class, handsome idiots, every scene has the reflection of you and my life. It's just that they grow up more rough, fortunately. Money has become the most lofty dream of every refugee camp child. For money, soul and everything can be exchanged. There must be a devil to make a big wish, and this little murderous girl has embarked on a path of the devil. Success depends on luck. My favorite scene in the film is that when the two girls first started selling drugs, they were full of expectations and excitement for the future. The two simulated driving a Ferrari, racing on an imaginary highway, chatting with handsome guys on the road, and throwing banknotes on the side of the road. Wow! It is an illusion that each of us has had. Visitors can't help but sigh that youth is the salvation of the gutter. What a filthy place was gilded with such a fearless smile. I hope that the film will come to an end from now on. If the dreams cannot come true, then keep the status quo, at least there are people who can dream together. Later, the plot flew all the way, and the heroine sang bravely all the way, saw the gods and kill the gods, and saw the Buddha behead the Buddha. She's not like a little girl at this age. But she was also afraid, she was having the same dream every day, and she kept falling, never ending. But her little fat friend said firmly to her: I will definitely catch you. Friendship is the brightest light of such a crazy life. In the end, the little fat man fulfilled her promise, but he also kept his youth forever. At this time, love always appears clichéd. A security guard relies on his own efforts to become a young dancer. His sweat-stained body is shining brightly by the stage lights. I think this must have also stabbed the heroine who was peeking at the high platform. Love has always been just a sweet for the strong, not a medicine for the weak to survive. What separates them is not just the future. In the end, confessing the heroine, Xy Meng's acting skills are rarely enjoyable. The future is limitless.
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