In front of the camera, a person's wet face slowly lifted up and muttered to himself in front of the mirror...I feel refreshed...he also refreshed...everyone refreshed...
Spirit, middle-aged American man, weather forecaster. His original name is unknown. In order to change the boring weather forecast program, he was given the current name by the former TV station director, in order to give the impression of infinite vitality.
Standing in front of an empty green screen every day, dancing in front of a virtual global weather map, and instead of God predicting everything in the world, he has a first-class attitude.
In the eyes of everyone, he is personable; in the eyes of different people, there are different reactions.
The boss said that we need a dynamic forecaster like you to increase your annual salary to 240,000.
Dad said boy, when will you look like you are so cheap and sloppy that you will grow up to be like me, 24 years old and 33 years old and 33 years old and won the Pulitzer Prize.
The wife said you always pretend to be impeccable when will you care when the family asks you to buy sausages and you go to see other women's round ass.
The son said that you promised to buy me a Nikon camera, when will you cash it, and if you don't give it to me, I will ask a man with ulterior motives.
My daughter said that even you think I'm fat, you think I'm fat, you think I'm fat, and you think I'm fat, do you think you're handsome, do you take me to archery and ice skating, do you know about a fat man who weighs more than 150 pounds How ugly it would be to fall all over the place.
The public said that it's not pleasing to the eye to see you as a kid. Who is it that you are dressed up like five people and six to coax you? Do you believe it or not?
Believe it or not. The hapless weatherman who threw French fries on Monday, Coke on Tuesday, hamburger on Wednesday, cocoa sauce on Thursday, bean cake on Friday...but who is he? He's a handsome TV forecaster. Every day, he dances his own dance in front of the virtual public in front of the empty green screen. Even he himself feels that there is no reason to be depressed. He wipes off his tie, shirt, suit, windbreaker and thick jacket... He appeared in front of the audience energetically, Like his name, Spirit.
It's not that there is no struggle, but I can't find a reason to vent, or even make it public. It's not because the contradictions are too big to be reconciled. On the contrary, maybe in the eyes of others, these contradictions are too trivial, and even I feel that the reasons for the complaint are not sufficient. For example, how do you complain to a group of hungry Africans that the tea this afternoon is too bland, the toast is too hard, the jam is not fresh?
But the contradiction is always the contradiction. The wife in her 40s separated. The 16-year-old 150-pound daughter started to smoke. The son was about to fall into the trap. Being smashed by an overzealous audience... He tried to make up for everything, teaching his daughter to learn archery, encouraging his son to continue part-time, and trying to save his relationship with his wife (although he threw a sweet snowball on her glasses), Attending Dad's virtual funeral... He tried to refresh everything in his life, but I'm afraid that according to this development trend, he will freeze himself before everything is refreshed.
He asked his colleagues, what is going on with this gust of wind, should we investigate it clearly?
The colleague replied, we are just weather forecasters, we just need to give the audience a different forecast every day, what is the wind? Oh, it's the Canadian monsoon that must come every year...
Winter is here, and the ice and snow from Atlantic City fly into his face, and his long, dank face becomes more and more dejected.
Finally, after being hit by a new McDonald's apple pie, he exploded.
He went to the beach to practice arrows alone, and every time he shot one, he would improve, and every time he hit the bullseye, he would be happy. This purely technical mechanical movement made him return to the convention of being a normal person.
When he practiced almost every shot, he turned back home and tried to shoot his wife's new boyfriend, but in the end he just left silently with his little daughter and taught her to shoot arrows by himself, and she never had to fall in front of others. He took his son to fast-food restaurants and made sure that the promise of Nikon cameras never expired. He finds his estranged ex-wife to continue his career. He attended his father's actual funeral. He was hired by "Hello America" TV station with a high salary to be a new weather forecaster... The frozen start is slowly thawing.
But anticipating what's going on around you is more difficult than anticipating unpredictable weather.
He calmly sent his father away, restored the feelings of his children, and turned his career up and down, but his ex-wife inevitably divorced him.
But luckily, this time it was quiet. There is really no need to struggle with hidden pains, no one needs to. The ex-wife and her newlywed boyfriend, with their son and daughter, sat in front of the TV watching him beaming through the crowd with the latest style of weather forecast, and in an extraordinary way, they made a happy ending.
I think of the old movies, I like to talk about big events in small towns. (Ah, there is a judge in a law-blind village! A tofu xi shi from a remote area! The foreign daughter-in-law of Wang Er’s family next door is soaked in a pig cage!)
Later, the movie was changed to talk about small things in a big city. (Ah, "Small Things in a Big City" is really ugly!)
In fact, it is gradually moving closer to people, but it is not always close.
Occasionally, there will be one or two movies that show the entanglement between people directly. There are no bad people, but the good people and the good people can't stop torturing each other without personal will. - "Small Town" Spring is one (the 1930s version), and so is The Weatherman. Relatively speaking, the former is much better than the latter in terms of the coherence of storytelling, so we really have no reason to belittle ourselves!
Lastly, Fei Mu, you are my idol. Your peaceful happy ending is what I want all my life.
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