after the hero proposes to the heroine, the heroine asks her The best friend announces the good news, but the male protagonist is sitting next to him indifferently, and the only person who can think of the good news is his mother. After overhearing his girlfriends and girlfriends talking about him behind his back, the male protagonist started a road to find his best man. Through the introduction of his mother, the introduction of his younger brother, and the Internet, he finally found a good friend who like-minded and cared for him, but he almost lost his girlfriend because of this. In the end, everyone was happy and was rewarded with friendship and love.
A film that I think is good is because I can always find the present or the future, the real or the illusory self from it, and then have a spiritual fit. This is clearly enough for me now.
After many years, when I hear the word best man again, I think I will always think of it as a conditioned reflex. Although I feel more and more unfamiliar when I mention this name, it will not affect the fact that he and this word are tightly bound, deeply imprinted in my mind, and my Nineteen years old, the blue sky and the gentle wind outside the window sill of the last table, and a diary with a dense black cover. I also often think, no matter how unbearable I am, there will always be a time or two when I can flash through his mind, what will those images look like? I know I will never know, and I still remember the sentence L wrote that year: Our lips are more dry than our hearts. How could he possibly tell me? These are really unimportant and obviously out of touch with our friendships. After many years of no contact, it is only a flash of one or two moments, trying to find a reason to contact again, it is just pale and powerless. Looking back at the words I wrote, there is even a little blame and expectation mixed with it. What I know is that the story will never return to the splendidness of the first sight, and it is not important who the memory is about, as long as I want, I can also decorate the past to be more beautiful.
Yes, I said so much, just because I remembered the simple us back then. When we were joking together, I said that when he gets married, I will be the best man, unless I am no longer in this world at that time. I always thought that we would always look at each other as we did at the beginning, naively thinking that this person is my best friend, my most important person, and will be full of joy. But the truth is that this feeling never lasted too long. When I stepped out and looked at those years again, I realized that this desire to continue is itself a kind of coercion, a weapon that is extremely destructive to this feeling. I know too much, but too little put into action.
Every memory is like crafting a story. Although I have participated in it, sometimes it is so beautiful that I cannot tell the truth from the false. In fact, I am a person who will feel uncomfortable when telling lies look.
I don't like this kind of me very much. It's endless when one person remembers it. It's like a long, smelly sock, and it's still hanging in public for people to see. But this is also a bad habit I can't change.
Suddenly, I felt that I was really old enough to worry about, and there were too many unknown things. Friendship will always be an emotion that I have always longed for. Even if it sometimes seems too emotional to manage a friendship that should be easy and beautiful, in the end, I just yearn for a warm friendship and family like most people. And the part that love can't make up for.
Every end means a new beginning. Meeting new people is also inevitable. I think that everyone is longing for a pure, beautiful and happy friendship. There will always be a moment or two that will allow us to meet each other's needs. I am willing, so are you; I am happy, and you are happy too.
If I have a wedding day, I also hope that the person who handed me the ring is the one who makes me happy from the bottom of my heart when I see it.
Friends, even in your heart, have you found your best man and bridesmaid yet?
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