cold blade,
red trail,
do you know?
The flowing track
once
had my tears
slipped
quietly and
quietly
What is love?
Kill is love
I know that no matter how many times I watch "kill bill", I will still be surprised by the gunshot at the beginning.
Everything is so quiet, the car's extinguished engine, the wind carried away by the raging sand, and even the crowd of crows waiting for an opportunity closed their mouths. There are no more complete appliances in the room. Some leather shoes stepped on the wooden boards, and the floor was full of sawdust from the shooting. It could be heard that the leather shoes are very good and clean. There was a clear, tight spring sound. You lay on the ground and gasped for breath.
"Bill, I am pregnant with your... child..."
"Bang." A gunshot sounded.
Blood spewed out from your left ear, and even splashed dust on the ground. A drop of liquid slipped from the corner of your eye, and you can't tell the difference. Is it sweat or tears? Still my own brains. You gave me a child, and I gave you a bullet.
What is death? The film was shown to us at the beginning. I seemed to think that I had touched the blood stain on the cover, and I seemed to understand the stunning appearance of the Japanese samurai sword, but I was confused by the white wedding dress on Uma and the friendship in her eyes. If it is the revenge of resentment, then it is undoubtedly too cowardly; if it is the last feeling, then the cold light of the blade is too sharp. So, what kind of emotion is behind her deep eyes?
Four years. You didn’t know that Elle was by your side and held up the deadly syringe; you didn’t know that baster male nurse once let several truck drivers ride on him; but what you don’t know is that a call from Bill made you You can see the light in the world again. That is the light from the dim lamp in the ward. You stare at it, thinking that you have reached the other side, because your lower body is completely unconscious. Gradually, you hear a deep, near, trance, and indistinct sound. When you turn your head and look around, it turns out that it is the sound of the snoring of the bed next to you. You know, I'm still alive. There will be no sound when the dead sleep.
From this day on, you have made a list with five names that you can no longer be familiar with. The last one is Bill.
"boom". There was another shot.
There is a hole in the door behind you. You are fortunate that you are not hitting yourself, or you will really die. It is abnormal for an ordinary person to hang up casually. But as a killer, hanging up is the most reasonable ending. Years of professionalism, the knife, is already in your hands. You don't know when or where you pulled it out. You even think it came to you by yourself. The knife brought up an invisible air current, enveloping the death of the first person on your list.
Right in the chest. She fell down, so quiet that she couldn't be quieter. You pulled out your knife and found a cloth to wipe away the blood stains on it. It might be a dishwashing cloth, you think, leaving an oily stain on your knife. You turned around and saw her daughter. You didn't want to talk. Usually, you are in an awkward position on these occasions. Your thick boots smashed the colorful chocolate beans all over the floor. You really didn't expect her to hide a gun in the food carton.
"If you grow up and want revenge, come to me at any time."
You said calmly. It seems that this is not the first time you have said this.
"But your mother, it is true that there is more than a guilty
death ." The door closed behind you.
You went to Japan and got a great blade from a chef who was skilled in making sushi.
The moment you pulled out the knife for the first time, you have an urge to cry, because you seem to have seen the thick blood on it, and the darkest one will belong to him, the one you loved the most. man.
The moment you cut off Sofie's left arm, you seem to get great pleasure from it. Now this beautiful woman, who was rolling on the ground in pain and rushing in blood, used to be so decent. Bill praised her as Xiuwaihuizhong. You don't say anything, but you know you are jealous. Bill seems to be very good to every woman. In every woman, he will always be the one-and-one boss and the charming lover. Does the pleasure of revenge for Sofie come from himself or Bill? If it's because of Bill, doesn't this feeling of behaving like his lover just set off his fragility underneath? When her lover fell, her fragility couldn't be sustained. Isn't it just her love for Bill?
But soon you won't be able to tolerate so much thinking, you are about to kill. The sword came out of its sheath and stopped drinking blood.
Snow fluttering all over the sky.
You and O-Ren are standing face to face, at this time there are only you two, and the knives in your hands. When it comes to swordsmanship, you know that you can't compare to her. She has become a sister in the Japanese killer world at a young age. No one will be discouraged when she mentions her name. But you know, it's not her fame that is great. People's fame will never help you, such as helping you find her easily. What makes you have to be vigilant is her resentment that cannot be bleached under her white robe. You don't know where her resentment came from, but a woman who is full of hatred all the time will make anyone terrified. However, while resentment brings strength, it also exposes weaknesses. The key to martial arts is self-knowledge. She believes in herself so much, even knowing that you have the last knife in Hanzo's abdomen in your hand.
Falling down sometimes does not mean the end. When you crossed out her name from the list, you know that you have a long way to go. For Bill, when will you meet again? There should be a lot of words when we meet each other.
"boom". There was another shot.
This time you really fell down and couldn't move your body in pain. Budd leaned the shotgun gracefully on his broad shoulders and held his cowboy hat with his hand. He is still so careless, you think. Budd is Bill's elder brother, but his personality is completely opposite. He looks like An Zhi Tian, who looks like wine and drunk today. Originally, you didn't hate him so much, because he was easy-going, his calmness, but when you clearly remembered that he was easy-going and calmly pulled the trigger, you know that you can no longer forgive this good old man.
He also has an old-fashioned cowboy style, kicking your knife, giving you a tranquilizer, then sitting down, drinking beer, and finally digging a pit and burying you alive. Of course, he will leave you a funeral. For example, a flashlight.
At this time, you once again clearly heard your heavy breathing, reminding you of the one lying on the floor of the church four years ago. It's all so helpless. The memories of these years flashed quickly in your mind, learning art, killing, Bill, being killed.
"Take your time, Baimei."
You think of your master, not Bill, but the master who is far away in China, the old man who doesn’t know how many children he has destroyed by himself, and there is a relationship between you and him that even Bill’s Old man who doesn't know the secret. Haha, old man, you have always wanted to call him this once, but every time the words came to your lips, you still didn't spit it out.
One punch, another punch, another punch... The thick coffin board left a blood mark of a fist, but it was also slowly deforming, and cracks slowly appeared.
You will never forget the look of the bartender when a woman covered with dirt, crawling out of the grave, sits at the bar and asks for water.
Later, you learned that the eye behind Elle's blindfold was dug out by the white eyebrows because she called him an old man. When you hold the knife in your abdomen with Bill's handwriting in your hand, you feel so kind. You are even a little lucky that Elle has taken your knife, but you can hold Bill's knife. Budd could still make a big joke with Elle after he died, he really deserves it, you think.
You didn't kill Elle, but you let her only remaining beautiful eyes become fleshy under your feet.
"Why are you telling me?" Bill's "father" told you Bill's whereabouts.
"Because he asked me to tell you."
"What?" You can't believe your ears. You used to be afraid. If Bill really wants to hide, you might not find him for the rest of your life, but now...
"Because Only by telling you his whereabouts can he meet you again."
A road out of sight, a convertible car, a blonde girl, and a samurai sword standing on the auxiliary stand. You know, you are about to meet Bill. You remember it clearly the days apart, and you even start to doubt yourself, because you feel that you are not going to revenge, but to meet an old friend you haven’t seen for many years. Loving man.
"boom". The last shot was shot.
You are willing to fall. Under your daughter's gun. Even if her hand is just a small plastic water gun. Your daughter is not dead, Bill raised her up and waited for you to take her away.
You really talked a lot about the wedding. That wedding that doesn't belong to anyone except the god of death.
"I admit, I overreacted."
Bill is still so elegant, still feels like a representative of taste and status.
"When you break the heart of a professional killer, you should expect the consequences."
Bill can't accept your leaving without saying goodbye, and your marrying someone else-a young guy in a shabby audiovisual store. Especially if you have to raise your children with this nasty guy.
Knife, unsheathed. So fast it seems that there is no shadow left. Unstoppable sharpness, passing by the tip of your nose, you can feel the chill on it. The master makes a move, one move is critical, and one move controls the enemy. No matter how sharp a knife is, it can't pierce the sheath of a package; no matter how fierce hatred it is, it can't pierce the package of love; no matter how strong a man is, it can't break through a woman's package. You took his knife and patted on him the "five steps through the palm" that Baimei taught you, and smashed the last secret between you and Bill.
"You can go now."
Bill stood up to say goodbye, took five steps, and fell to the ground.
You cried, not because of joy, but because you lost an old friend, a man you loved so much.
What is love?
Kill is love
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