Watching this movie I thought she would make me cry, but in fact, she didn't. Her quiet and indifferent tone suppressed people's hearts to a realm that is not easy to overflow with emotions. Even if I saw James—Erque—the only actor I love in his true colors, I saw him curled up on the lawn with his brows drinking medicine, and saw him sitting on his companions like a very young boy. On my shoulders, seeing the outline of his body dazzled by the dim water light seemed to dissipate as a mist-no one can know how he felt at this time-but I didn't cry, quietly indifferent. This is destiny. Destiny allowed him to stumbling forward with the support of those three people at the end of his life. Destiny allowed him to comfortably blow the Balafond sea breeze and step on Balafond’s sea water. Let this do not know why. As his favorite place, the bayou had no young lives. Looking at his pale almost transparent skin, watching him getting thinner day by day, watching him stubbornly walking with crutches and limps, walking on crutches, being held on his back, like a very young man. Like a boy who is wrapped around other people’s shoulders, people are hugged-fate is real, whether it is in the world or close to heaven.
Death also followed all the way, just as if it were away-the color of the sky changed from shallow to deep, James' dreams never stopped: the seaside without sunlight, every time the wave passed, the tall and thin figure became more and more blurred. Until the end, it disappeared forever, and everything, maybe really, turned into mist and dispersed in his favorite ocean. The night before, he had an illness and groaned "I can't breathe" in the tent. Davy stroked his back and dared not stop. At that time, I thought he was going to die, but he didn't. He was sluggish and sleepy in Bill's arms on the beach. At that time I thought he was going to die, but it didn't. He opened his eyes and stared at the sea, and the gray-green eyes glowed again, and in the next second he was already slowly and slowly swimming in the sea.
The sky was not dark at that time, but it was already completely gray. He was thin, wearing a light blue shirt, thinking that he would have no strength to swim for long and would come back, but he kept swimming, scratching his arms monotonously, showing only his brown-haired head. The sea is big and the sky is high. The three young men are clearly standing on the beach, but the brown heads are looming, as if they are getting farther and farther away. At this moment, I am convinced that he is really going to leave. This picture is like a picture. Already on the way to heaven, leaving three friends behind, silently thinking. Even though Miles swam up to chase him later, he still had some strength to go back, but this time it was really the end. In his dream, he stood on the coast hesitatingly, but now, he is struggling, struggling to meet his destiny.
Miles said to go back, he said that I will not have much time to go back. Miles said I promised your mother would take you back, and he said I'm sorry, let me go. Miles said you can choose to die quietly on a comfortable bed with a lot of people crying for you instead of letting the sea water fill your lungs, he said. . . . . .
I did not hear what his trembling, gasping voice said. . . . . .
But I think his friends can understand him.
I think my friends who stumbled along the way but didn’t let go of him can understand, what kind of mood he used in every word he said on that trip, and understood how he looked up and stared at the sky the moment he sank into the sea—a The seabirds left the flock of birds-he smiled faintly at that time. He did not die of a cancer attack. He did not close his eyes comfortably in Jiyou's arms while blowing the sea breeze. He buried himself in the sea, in the paradise Balafonde Bay. Miles took his body back, maybe stay here, or maybe take it home to his parents, and then the three young people went back and continued their life without James, and faced a bunch of troubles, the pregnant girlfriend, The sister of the friend I slept with, the death of my father, the stranded career-but these have nothing to do with James, even though he asked more than once: What will you do if I am gone, even though he ranted that I didn’t want to die. I also want to help each of you solve some things.
It feels more like: Four people fled out of the world, three finally set foot on the return journey, and one really inadvertently entered heaven.
In the end, it was just a trip.
I’m used to writing all the way and watching it. I basically watched the film again. I still like James very much. Maybe I love all the missing characters. His weak, simple, stubborn, and British temperament seem to be too beautiful. It belongs to the mortal world, just like the feather that Miles took out of his pocket by the sea, and when he let go, he let heaven take it back.
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