And so, there was the third time - a maverick pig was so excited when he occasionally heard that I had this movie, and five minutes later I was pulled from the floor of 201 to the computer in bed number 333. Jinshan shadow domineering front.
Five minutes later, I was shocked, I never knew there was such a person, living such a life - a bridge under repair is a shelter, ragged, oily, dirty face, With chapped lips, they are undoubtedly the lowest class of society, living in a forgotten corner of the city. The bridge is surrounded by neon lights and roaring traffic in Paris, but these have nothing to do with the bridge, it has its own protagonist and story.
The male protagonist is a fire-breathing vagabond whose origin is unknown. He was so drunk that he almost died under the wheel when he appeared on the scene; the female protagonist was a wandering painter wearing a blindfold. For the first time, she rescued him. He was in a coma under the wheel. The second time they met at New Bridge, she was a gift to him, even though she was unkempt and about to lose her sight. He loves her and cares about her with all his heart. Everything he does seems so trivial to us, but for a man like him who has nothing, he has already given everything: the only dirty blanket in the cold night Covered her, quietly turned off the street lights on the bridge when she was sleeping, bought two bottles of inferior wine with her only money, repaired the broken radio picked up in the rubbish heap and gave it to her as a treasure, even to her The kittens around me are also very caring.
And she, just using her last time to describe the world, he is like the fallen leaves around her, she has no time to pay attention. She must have suffered so much that she didn't know how to cherish herself. She bathed naked under the bridge in the early morning without any cover or shyness. She gave her body to a dirty old man in order to go to the museum to watch famous paintings.
The fireworks around the new bridge in the new year are gorgeous, they danced and laughed wildly on the bridge, they fell under the bridge, hijacked a speedboat, and hurried on the Seine, but this is only a kind of love between two people, it is far from true love step, and what is true love? He wrote a sentence to her on the ruins of Xinqiao. I couldn't understand French, but I knew that it must be a confession to her. I think if I could understand it, I would definitely be moved. Later, I flipped through the materials and finally understood the sentence: "If you say the sky is white, I'll say the clouds are black, then we'll be fine." It's
not sweet or romantic, but just It makes people feel uncomfortable, this is the most true and gorgeous language in the heart of a silent, introverted, poor, and uneducated tramp. From then on, he began to wait, he didn't ask, he just waited, and finally one day, she said: "The sky is white." He was ecstatic and finally said the sentence in his heart: "The clouds are black. "So, they're fine. They were as happy and joyful as all lovers, they drank under the soft lights of the new bridge, and they invited each other down the narrow aisles of the subway station, and he turned one somersault after another to amuse her until he found a sign posted around the corner. On the missing person notice is her beautiful face, so she is a rich girl. He was afraid of her leaving. He set fire to all the tracing notices in the subway station, but everything was irreversible. She finally chose to leave. She wanted to go home and seize the last hope to heal her eyes. He woke up , except for a few words on the broken wall, and the absence of her by her side, nothing has changed.
He had nothing to lose, he had nothing, he could go on with his life, but he didn't, he mutilated himself in remembrance of his loss. A few years later, they met again at Pont Nouveau, the Pont Nouveau was no longer the same as it used to be, full of traffic and neon lights, their love did not fall into the ordinary like all romance novels because of this - they fell into the Seine again, and their relationship was about to end. With how many times the waves of the Seine rise and fall, maybe they remember those colorful pasts again? They were rescued by a sand ship bound for the Atlantic Ocean, they were given a new life, they breathed, laughed, ran, nothing mattered, their love had undergone such extreme tempering, and finally bloomed the truest color—— Freedom and joy, this is a love fairy tale that Karax gave us in three years.
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