On Tuesday, there were not many people in the theater, and an old couple, who was estimated to be around 70 years old, also came to watch this little fresh movie about first love. My friend said maybe it was because of the title of the film and thought it was a story about building a house, so I snickered. (Actually, it’s really about building a house.) With her
7-inch heels stepping on muddy tiles, Han Jiaren walked into an old house that seemed to have been vacant for a long time, and the movie started like this.
They met in the "Introduction to Architecture" class that they took as an elective in their freshman year. Now, she is his client, and she asks him to help build her dream house, a seaside home on Jeju Island.
The elegant and dignified woman in front of him was his first love fifteen years ago. He loved her, at the age when the love was just beginning. He took the same bus as her to go home, and secretly looked at her face reflected in the front window; he and the senior pretended to inquire about her situation unintentionally, knowing that she didn't have a boyfriend and couldn't hide his shy and sweet smile ; he watched her dance about her dream house with affection, and secretly left the page of drawings she drew; he turned to look at her sleeping on his shoulder, nervously and cautiously stamped a trembling on the corner of her mouth kiss.
What he didn't know was that she actually loved him too. She once went back to the empty house and left behind the CDs that she had listened to at that time; she still kept the model of the dream house he had given her, which she picked up from the rubbish heap and kept it until now, always wondering who he is all these years. How did it go, did it go well? "You don't know, that was my first kiss." Yeah, maybe you, like me, have a heartbeat so fast that you didn't realize that my deep sleep was fake.
Now that we meet again, those days of youth are mixed with nostalgia and sentimentality. In that sunny afternoon classroom 15 years ago, I watched the back for a long time, but now I turned my head and smiled lightly at me.
However, we are no longer the you and me that we used to be. The vicissitudes of life have gone through, and now I am realistic and rough. The passionate kiss that was late for 15 years could not find the youth back then. We're never going back, are we?
However, the young man who used to run with tears in the wind finally fulfilled his dream for you today. This house facing the sea, with waves, gulls and sails, has a brick wall that you measured as a child, a pool with your footprints engraved on it, a roof overgrown with grass; it has the imprint of your growth and my first love The memories of us, the youth we lost together -
just like the sentence on the movie poster: Who we are is the first love
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