I like sitting on the floor and talking the most. I didn’t expect it to be improvised by the actors. The classmates who were simply defined as athletes, little princesses, gangsters, nerds, and freaks were all sincere and beautiful, who needed to be loved and involuntarily involuntarily behind them. Today they can sit together and open their hearts and understand "parents". All harms, others are the reality of hell. After today is over, are they still good friends? How will they continue to treat each other? In the end, the screenwriter chose to give a somewhat cliché ending, but it also gave the audience room to think-is our way of treating others reasonable? Is it correct that we judge a person who doesn't understand that way? Are you willing to walk into the heart of an unreasonable person? Just like you yearn for the care of others?
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