In fact, at the beginning, I felt that the male protagonist was too emotional and unreal, and I was also very disgusted by his hypocritical attitude of expressing sorrow. He enjoyed the admiration of thousands of people and a rich material life, and also felt that he was wronged and made. After that, he met the heroine, fell in love with her singing in the bar, and promised to create a chance for her to become famous. Seeing the little girl so happy and joyful, tossing and turning because of him, full of emotions, mixed with joy and sorrow, I couldn't help sighing: Even though he is already a very cowardly and dying singer, he can still pick up girls at a small bar. Words make people's hearts rippling. The development of their love is actually very simple. They sing, sing and play together. He likes her who is fresh, refined and talented. She also feels that she owes him a lot, so the two hit it off. On the night she won the award, the two exchanged heartfelt feelings and slept together romantically. But his heart knot began from this. He felt that the failure of his career and the success of the other party were an insurmountable chasm between them, so even if they fell in love, they would not be together, and forcing them to be together would only hurt each other. But he didn't understand how attached she was to him, she didn't want to lose him, she wanted to share all the sadness and joy with him. There is a very intriguing passage: he rummaged through boxes at home, collected countless empty wine bottles from the kitchen, refrigerator, table, sofa, piano, and wardrobe, and finally sat on the bed in a trance with a sluggish expression. Seeing this, she hurriedly threw down her handbag, went to the kitchen graciously to pour water, but when she came back, she bumped into him who was clutching her purse in a daze. She immediately hid outside the room door, watching him carefully. But he didn't take care of her hope, grabbed her purse and walked out to the bar without a word. When paying the bill at the bar, he saw the photo of them in his wallet, and his mood was very complicated. When he received a call from his father, he cried and said, "I really love her! I really love her!" What is he proving? Maybe at that time he was making up his mind "I'm sincere, I owe her a lot, but I'll give everything for her!". His failure is his Achilles heel. When he realized that his voice had been damaged by alcoholism, he went crazy; when fans stopped asking for his autograph, he felt that success would never come. So he pinned all his hopes on her. He wanted her to be successful and brilliant, and he wanted her to correct her reputation and raise her eyebrows. Her love for him is also his Achilles heel. When passers-by and reporters gossip and make assumptions about the "emotional entanglement between a popular actress and a former male singer", he will suffer so much that he cannot resist the temptation of alcohol, and he needs the numbness of alcohol to comfort himself; When he came back on bail from the police station, he pretended to be drunk and delirious, but in his heart he decided to leave her, no longer drag her down, no longer hurt her, and he couldn't bear to squander her efforts. Poor her, no matter how willing she is to give, no matter how considerate, virtuous, kind and gentle, she still can't make the situation better. She doesn't know what he needs, and she can't understand his sadness. Finally he left, climbed up the bridge with a happy smile on his face, and jumped. Maybe this way their pain can end, maybe this way they can reduce their worries, maybe this is a way for him to fulfill her, what else can he do for her? Although this is the idea and practice of a person with advanced depression, I can no longer question his pure love; this kind of love is too crazy and unrealistic, even dog blood + grass mud horse + Holy shit! But it is also extremely valuable, fully interpreting the "giving up life for you" sung in Indian love poems. In fact, whether it is the record company's assessment of his income at the beginning, the deliberate trouble of jealous competitors, or the small reporter who writes articles attacking others to seek life, or the banquet activist who likes to gossip and ridicule, these are all a People and things that red singers will encounter. He didn't understand that although everyone and everything in Vanity Fair was so cruel, hurtful, hypocritical, black and white, and mercenary, it wasn't his fault. He doesn't know how to be "self", and he doesn't know how to protect himself calmly; he is driven by other people's ideas, he feels powerless and lonely, and feels that his expectations are no longer; he is misunderstood, mocked, and loses his dignity, he is very sad, and then Punish yourself with other people's mistakes, mislead yourself, and finally lose yourself. Nothing is his fault, he is a pure child, a cheerful, sunny, lovely and charming boy. Finally he left, climbed up the bridge with a happy smile on his face, and jumped. Maybe this way their pain can end, maybe this way they can reduce their worries, maybe this is a way for him to fulfill her, what else can he do for her? Although this is the idea and practice of a person with advanced depression, I can no longer question his pure love; this kind of love is too crazy and unrealistic, even dog blood + grass mud horse + Holy shit! But it is also extremely valuable, fully interpreting the "giving up life for you" sung in Indian love poems. In fact, whether it is the record company's assessment of his income at the beginning, the deliberate trouble of jealous competitors, or the small reporter who writes articles attacking others to seek life, or the banquet activist who likes to gossip and ridicule, these are all a People and things that red singers will encounter. He didn't understand that although everyone and everything in Vanity Fair was so cruel, hurtful, hypocritical, black and white, and mercenary, it wasn't his fault. He doesn't know how to be "self", and he doesn't know how to protect himself calmly; he is driven by other people's ideas, he feels powerless and lonely, and feels that his expectations are no longer; he is misunderstood, mocked, and loses his dignity, he is very sad, and then Punish yourself with other people's mistakes, mislead yourself, and finally lose yourself. Nothing is his fault, he is a pure child, a cheerful, sunny, lovely and charming boy. Finally he left, climbed up the bridge with a happy smile on his face, and jumped. Maybe this way their pain can end, maybe this way they can reduce their worries, maybe this is a way for him to fulfill her, what else can he do for her? Although this is the idea and practice of a person with advanced depression, I can no longer question his pure love; this kind of love is too crazy and unrealistic, even dog blood + grass mud horse + Holy shit! But it is also extremely valuable, fully interpreting the "giving up life for you" sung in Indian love poems. In fact, whether it is the record company's assessment of his income at the beginning, the deliberate trouble of jealous competitors, or the small reporter who writes articles attacking others to seek life, or the banquet activist who likes to gossip and ridicule, these are all a People and things that red singers will encounter. He didn't understand that although everyone and everything in Vanity Fair was so cruel, hurtful, hypocritical, black and white, and mercenary, it wasn't his fault. He doesn't know how to be "self", and he doesn't know how to protect himself calmly; he is driven by other people's ideas, he feels powerless and lonely, and feels that his expectations are no longer; he is misunderstood, mocked, and loses his dignity, he is very sad, and then Punish yourself with other people's mistakes, mislead yourself, and finally lose yourself. Nothing is his fault, he is a pure child, a cheerful, sunny, lovely and charming boy.
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