The other day, before I saw Xiao Ai in Dawan, I watched the Turkish remake of "The Gift of Room 7" at the Dorsey Studios downstairs at home. To be honest, the experience of going to Turkey is so long ago that sometimes I even wonder if I have ever been to such a distant place. In the discussion of this film, I saw some people admire the belief in God, but I don't think it is necessary, because after all, there is no need to belittle oneself. Time passed quickly, last night I dreamed that I went back to the city where the university is located, but not alone, but with my brother (probably because I have been going to Hualing with my brother these days to pick some Something will have such a dream). What's interesting is that in my dream, I couldn't tell the changes of urban roads in the city where I lived in college, so that I had to ask for directions and check the map to know where I was. There are some similarities between my hometown and Istanbul (such as architecture and food), and I wish I could do a little bit of little things for my hometown. Entering winter, bean friends remember to keep warm.
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