: As Jim walks through the woods with a gun on his back, he finds himself not in a mood of mourning.
"Merry Christmes." That's what Jim thought as he pulled the trigger. Bill told him that at that Christmas party years ago. Bill had that warm smile on his face, very formulaic and friendly. But Jim knew that there was a brighter smile on the other side behind the smile, like when they looked at each other at the end of the party, and Bill smiled innocently, like the first time he saw him.
The whole party knew what Bill did that night, and he and Smiley's wife Ann got together. What is incredible is that this guy said "Merry Christmes" happily to Ann before he winked at him, and his eyes were glued to him for a long time. He swears that Bill was reluctantly turning his eyes to the woman.
What about him? Naturally he didn't have any women to seduce, so he was free to keep his eyes on Bill. Bill didn't turn his head to answer his glance, he was talking to Ann. But after a while, they were out of sight of the crowd.
Jim thought of every excuse to convince himself that it was normal for Bill and Ann to leave. But he eventually realized that these were excuses. Men's needs, whims, protests against Smiley, all seem reasonable and very inappropriate. He always felt that Bill wouldn't want to go fishing for women right after saying "Merry Christmes" to him.
That's when he saw Bill come back with two glasses of wine. He smiled almost instinctively, towards Bill who was not far away. Before he could think of Bill's sad behavior, Bill responded quickly: Bill's smile was like a thawed river in spring, and a warm cherry blossom tree opened along the way. He was a little surprised to see Bill smiling so honestly. But he realized it was Bill's trust in him, complete trust.
"I didn't want to make out with that woman."
"I had to."
"Luckily you understand me."
"Yeah, it's what you think it is."
"I love you."
Jim felt Bill's smile saying that to him. But now, Bill had a bullet hole under his eye, and blood was rolling out of it. His expression froze because of death. But his eyes were still on him. Jim knew that Bill never wanted to take his eyes off him. Unless he is dead.
His hand wasn't shaking with the gun, and he didn't really know where he was trying to get the bullet into Bill. When he saw the man in the black sweater in the scope, when he saw his face, his eyes, he knew this was it. He didn't want him to die painfully, to die badly. He was also reluctant to shoot through the pair of beautiful eyes that were watching him.
"Merry Christmes." he said to himself. I felt the teardrop of blood on the face of the person who fell down on the opposite side, flowing out of my eyes.
They've never been strangers to each other, Jim thought. Even death, I thought about it together.
-----Fin------- The
movie is too cruel, it has not recovered for two days = =
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