This movie reminds me of some teenage friends. They used to go fishing with me at home, and they always missed a certain female classmate in Japan. Later, they went out to hang out, learn craftsmanship, nothing more than driving and cooking, and it wasn't much. Others engage in propaganda. In between, they became what we call bad guys, fighting, getting along with the tattooed big brother, and then getting tattooed themselves. In the end, someone died, and someone went to jail, and when they came out of jail, they became characters, contracted projects, and had a good relationship with the government. . .
It snowed heavily last night and I was eating at a construction site. There were a dozen of these figures gathered there. Among them is one of my classmates. He works in engineering, runs a supermarket, and has a ferocious Tibetan mastiff. I touched him a few times and he said that his grades were poor and I was a good student. It's notable that he didn't say this in a sarcastic tone. Honestly, this guy is actually pretty good. Simple as its ancestors.
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