My mother and I were at home that night, my sister was asleep next door, and I insisted on waiting for my father to come home.
Mom is too sleepy, go to sleep. I sat stubbornly in front of the TV and switched channels at random.
So saw a movie just started. At that time, when I watched TV, if I saw a movie that had just started, I would keep watching it. Because I only have a VCR at home, I don't have the entertainment item of watching discs.
I was frightened when I saw that businessman hit and killed a dog on a rainy night in a depressed mood, and then I felt that if I were the businessman, I would have to sigh at the time that this person is wrong, and everything is unlucky.
The subsequent development of the plot has been pulling me. At that intersection, when the businessman put the big man on the side of the road and drove away, my heart tightened as the car got farther and farther away.
Go back, go back and pick him up. go back.
I decided at the time that if this guy didn't come back to pick him up, I would turn off the TV and go to bed without waiting for Dad.
Then the man backed up the car and let the bigger man get in.
So I knew that this movie would have a happy ending, so I kept watching it with joy. Until the big one fell from the building and died because he ate too much chocolate he was allergic to. The seven-star ladybug flew away in front of his eyes, as if taking away his soul.
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