As soon as I got on the plane, I found that the seat next to me was an old Beijing man in his 60s, with the most typical old Beijing style that I am very proud of. The two steel balls in his hands rattled, his feet off his shoes were resting on the storage bag on the side of my seat, and he was talking to the woman he was walking with while taking a sip of a pure Beijing movie-- "Then whoever can afford it, buy it, it's easy to sell! Isn't it?" What's more, he looks very much like the old steerine Huang Zongluo who played the old dog in "The Gate of the House".
I started looking at blue jasmine.
I only slept 5 hours last night, and the in-flight meal was so unbearable that I only drank a cup of tea. When Jasmine was forced by Joey to ask what she was doing and what she was doing, I physically felt a tightness in my chest. Measured the heartbeat of sitting still, 83.
The old man next door asked for a small bottle of red wine, and the two of them had a drink for each other. After a while, the spirit of the wine came up, and the old man fell asleep with half a glass of red wine in his hand. The sour taste of the free low-quality red wine provided on the plane, mixed with the taste of middle-aged and elderly friends due to bad stomach, regularly spewed out of the old man's mouth. At this time, Jasmine's lie was exposed, and she got off the champagne-colored BMW, and the contents of the Hermes bag fell to the ground. I took another sitting heart rate measurement, 90.
Blanchett's performance is really wonderful, people can't help but go back again and again to watch the blue veins on her neck, the red eyes, and the nervous twitching when Jasmine was crazy, and quietly appreciate the rhythm of her blood pressure rising and falling with Jasmine's mood.
At the end, after Jasmine took a shower, her hair was wet, she walked out into the street with the laughter of her sister and her rehabilitated boyfriend, and she began to talk to herself in a trance again. The old man next door was fast asleep, and the half glass of wine in his hand slanted and spilled all over my blanket.
I can feel it without taking a test. My heartbeat must be in the hundreds.
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