Under the strong Amway of my best friend, I watched this film on a boring summer afternoon.
It felt as if Gulugu drank a glass of water with just the right temperature when it was hot and dry. When the male protagonist plays the cello, there is an angel-like quietness, refinement and freshness. He lived in a wealthy family since he was a child and was taken care of by various people, but no one really cared for him.
His mum said he was picky about his food, but in fact he was just a vegetarian; saying that he didn't have to have a driver was weird, but in fact he just wanted to walk home and breathe more outdoor air, etc.
He is misunderstood, but he understands everyone around him gently and patiently. He knew the driver was a soldier and knew he had a sick child, so he was still paid even if he didn't have to pick him up. He was so humble and polite to everyone, even when he was yelled at by Mommy, so nice. Even in such a life, he still treats everyone so gently and humbly. So even though he's only 12 years old, he's mature and worthy of awe. On the other hand, the heroine, as an adult, has all kinds of misfortunes in her life, and the whole is a mess. So in his opinion, the heroine is fragile, young, and worth taking care of. He cherished her so much and always asked her "Are you hungry?"
Remember her preferences, make her favorite coffee, make her breakfast, take her to eat delicious food,
Even when we parted there were homemade snacks for her. Isn't this the simplest kind of love, liking someone, worrying about whether she is hungry, feeling sorry for all her frailties, even if she is small, she wants to guard and protect her everywhere.
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