This is not a drama review, just a nostalgia for my Lila caused by the book and the drama.
I finished reading the Naples quartet a while ago, and I recently finished the first season of "My Gifted Girlfriend" with the fragmented time and the last weekend of the year before. It's like a stack of scenes and plots.
Lila's Lennon relationship reminds me of an old friend of mine, my best friend in middle and high school, she was the best person I've ever met during the best time of my life, maybe It was because I met her that I had the best time.
I lived in a town when I was a child. Our people advocated duty and simplicity. Those who were enthusiastic would be considered too foreign and so they looked advanced. My friend is a very enthusiastic person. There are four classes in each grade in our primary school. Classes 1, 2, and 3 have their own problems. Only class 4 is special. They are called experimental classes. At that time, the country was promoting quality education. They could graduate in only five years. The way is also special than ours, because I transferred to that school as a fourth grader, only to know that they were screened and smarter and more gifted than we were all. My friend is from Class 4. I have always known her, but we became good friends in junior high school.
Junior high school and high school is a very satisfying period of my life, because I do what I need to do naturally without forcing myself, and I have always belonged to a circle that people who are not good enough can't seem to get into. I have never enjoyed that circle, I Enjoying only the few things and the few people I care about the most. When we first met we all felt a spark of friendship, a feeling of surprise and exhilaration, and unexpectedly finding someone we cared about, admired, fully accepted, and wanted to do everything together.
Christmas on the first day of the first year was the first time I received a Christmas present. I got a card that she made by herself. It was filled with all the things she thought were interesting and meaningful. Those words seemed like a mature and sensible person. It will be written in a caring and loving tone. She excitedly gave it to me early in the morning, and I didn't know what Christmas was until then. I felt very happy, and I felt that she showed my ignorance and rusticity. I didn't prepare anything, she was still special Being happy and making me happy is important to her.
We have achieved good grades in our entire junior high school. We are friends with the top students in our class and grade. There are the famous math Olympiad champions in the school, the son of the dean who is charming and lovable, and some who come from the countryside but have a very mature personality. The girl with the weird behavior but the super studious guy with glasses, I was in charge of being the skinny girl who didn't like to talk and stubborn, she was in charge of being the tomboy who was carefree and expressive, we played together, gossip, and played ball after school, we got it together The stereotype of " good student gang " in the whole youth film .
My friend is currently the only one who has fought for me. At that time, the male classmates liked to have fun by being cheap. One time I was almost tripped over in the corridor after class in the evening self-study. She immediately stood between me and the two boys and shouted at them , " Don't bully her! " , they laughed and she pulled me away with a serious face. Another time I was hit by someone while walking. She walked in front of me and turned around to see and beat me. I fell and ran over and kicked the boy's chest. I thought to myself " she 's so fierce " Are you covered? " , " Why do you do this " . She has that kind of quality in her, everyone can feel that she is different, recognize her, admire her, but not be attracted to her to get close to her, she is almost alone except me, but she can be warm with anyone chat. She has long hair, but on an impulse, she ran to the barber shop and cut it into a super short inch. When she came home, her mother didn't recognize her. It was in serious conflict with the very delicate, sensitive and feminine heart that I was familiar with. Haven't started washing my hair yet.
I have never been able to show myself and get close to others since I was a child, especially the teacher, a group that makes me nervous and fearful. I can only use the student - teacher identity framework as the basis for my behavior, but my friends are more bold and enthusiastic . The new head teacher we replaced in the second year of junior high was Song Ting, a young girl who had not graduated from normal university long ago. Looking back now, she is the kind of person with more personality. She would tell us that she was against her boyfriend riding motorcycles and teaching us in Chinese class. The kind of tall girl who often speaks English, walks vigorously, speaks and acts a little bit aggressively, not like other teachers in our small county, they all look too much like dissatisfied wives and unattractive husbands. For a while, I thought my friend was in love with her. She often fell into idiotic meditation in class, and asked me naturally, " Do you think she would like this ?" Then, after class, she slipped into the teacher's office to chat with Song Ting like an adult, such as lesson preparation and exams. ,Boy friend. I was totally left out during that time, Song Ting had all her attention, but I didn't care, I started watching Harry Potter , it was 2001 .
There is a passage in the romance novel "Lichuan's Past" that left a deep impression on me: " I walked gently to the kitchen barefoot, turned around a wall, and suddenly found the refrigerator door open. He was standing in front of the refrigerator, bending over to take the Something. I was stunned, almost horrified. " The author said that whether she was thinking about it before or later, she couldn't think of Wang Lichuan's face, but she could clearly see Lichuan standing on one leg beside the refrigerator to fetch milk. look. I have had two moments like this with my friends. It is a kind of freeze-frame, a kind of concentration, and a kind of film that must not be ignored when making a movie. It must be carefully planned and illuminated to restore it perfectly, and even a nostalgic filter must be applied. The important clips that are solemnly presented at the beginning and end of the film are my most treasured pictures of her.
There was a physical education class. When I was in junior high school, our school borrowed an open-air stadium in the county as a playground. The conditions were very poor. When the boys and I played basketball, the trousers would carry loess. It's wild lawn. It was sunny after the rain that day. There were many potholes in the middle of the site. The water in the middle was relatively large and the water was not deep. The blue sky and white clouds were reflected like a small lake lying flat on the ground. During the free time, everyone spread out and ran to the corner to relax. I saw her alone looking at the water with an excited smirk, falling into a kind of joy that I didn’t know, and then she suddenly opened her arms in a flying posture, looking up. She started running into the small lake with her head closed, her eyes narrowed, and shouting with joy. She stepped on the water with her toes on her feet, and ran across the entire water in front of everyone's eyes like Qinggong in the TV series. I heard tiatiatia 's treading and her cry. , everyone looked in amazement. This scene has been planted in my brain since that day. My friend with short hair, short hair, square face, small eyes and glasses, 1.6 meters, and her grass-green canvas shoes flew happily over a big puddle under the gaze of the entire playground. , I'm sure she's really different.
After we were in high school, we were never placed in the same class. We entered different good classes every year. If the good class was divided into a better class, then I was in the best class, and she didn't. My best friend at that time became a few boys at the front and back tables, but there was no sence girl, and we were no longer close. Once the school held a reading competition, everyone moved their stools and sat in the campus square, listening to the contestants complete the task in a funny and rustic tone that everyone defaults to reciting. I didn't really understand what I was reciting, except for the occasional few foreign girls who knew what they were doing and now worked in a unit with super good welfare that ordinary people couldn't get into, until she came on stage. The way she walks on the court is a kind of mischievous confidence, and it also brings a little uncertainty about the boundaries that can't be overstated. After standing and adjusting the microphone, she introduced that she would recite a piece of Gorky's "Haiyan", and then I heard the unusually high and full, bursting out of all the huge emotions from a small individual, with a little broken voice " Let the Tempest ". Come harder! " , I saw the intoxication in her eyes, a desire to rush out of her body and fly into the wind and rain, she used uncoordinated but powerful gestures, clenching her fists and waving , she is nervous, and she is trying to get rid of her nervousness to enter a more intoxicated state. She is already very explosive, but I can still see her carving. I heard the snickering around, these hillbillies would laugh at romances they didn't have the guts to express, and they were ashamed of her ignorance and guts. I was so excited that I hadn't experienced it for a long time afterwards, and I liked the frenzy, and I liked seeing other people do embarrassing and unforgettable unusual things in a frenzy.
Later, when she went to university, she applied for a major that I did not know about Shanghai International Studies University, which only recruited two people in Shaanxi. I only remembered that it was an interdisciplinary subject. I applied relatively conservatively and then went to Chengdu. From time to time we send packages to each other with lots of odds and ends that are worthless but always keep an eye out for each other. Later, when we went to graduate school, I was still in Chengdu and my school. She went to Peking University, which surprised and admired me, and felt that I knew it . We gradually disconnected from each other's lives. This disconnection began in high school. At that time, I realized that the needs and emotional changes were powerless. Nostalgia and regret for going far away now will not help, it will only make it more difficult to get close to each other.
Later, she fell in love, had a blind date, and got married. I didn't show up. She gave birth to a child. I haven't seen her yet. She worked very hard in poverty alleviation work in her home city. I worked, resigned, resigned, moved to Suzhou, and we didn't talk anymore. what. A while ago, she suddenly sent me a message saying that she saw a good deal of cat food on the Internet, and let me take a look. I knew that it might not be just cat food that reminded her of me. There should be other scenes that evoked something. I didn't even reply to her very enthusiastically, I said " hmm, thank you, I'll take a look " , I think it's safer that way. I am not enthusiastic by nature, I can no longer bear the discomfort of my rare enthusiasm being neglected, I try my best to be sincere and safe.
Lila in "My Brilliant Girlfriend" is sometimes disgusting and sometimes pitiful, wanting to get close and want to get away, she is dangerous and charming, and there is admiration, trust, and jealousy between Lenon and Lennon. The friendship between my friend and I did not have so many dramatic stories. We passed six years smoothly and then separated. It was six years of vague understanding of the outside world and running towards the same goal tia tia tia In 2008, she had that quality of rushing out, not afraid to show her innocence, that I still admire and obey, the positive influence she brought me to this day, she is my Lila.
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