Paris, the city because of its people. Generations of people are in this city, the blood of the city seeps into their lives, and at the same time they create lives.
Different people, different lives, the same love and cherishing of life. There are not so many constraints here, so many concerns. People chase happiness according to their desires, even if it is short-lived.
It all started after the male protagonist knew that he was sick. The probability of successful surgery was 50%, but he felt that it was only 40%, but what he thought was that he had a 60% chance of dying. He suddenly felt the shortness of life and the preciousness of life. "They don't know the blessings when they are in the bliss. They don't know how wonderful it is to breathe, walk, quarrel, and be late every day." It began to prey on young people. No matter what we do, there's a reason we're enjoying life, the only life, and we want to do whatever we want.
Aventure a lot, enjoy a lot, but not frivolous. Because we are enjoying the ease. There is also death, hurt, loneliness... they all play out at the same time, this is the city, let's love, let's hate. It's full of possibilities, but there's nothing anyone can do in the face of death. The only thing that matters is life itself. The girl's death was so unpredictable, just flew out, she was crying sadly at the party because of the embarrassment, and "your home? My home?" And his ex-husband, a man who is reserved and funny , thoughtful, but never overly pretentious. They wait quietly, waiting for love to come. Still, he cared about her ex-wife, whose death made him cry so heartbroken. He doesn't want to have an affair, he wants to be the love in his heart, the good feeling from a certain encounter, it becomes love little by little. And his colleagues, working in the market, their respective stories, each one the same but different. They enjoy it fully, they know what they are doing in their hearts, and we will miss who we were.
Paris, a city of dreams, there are all kinds of people, some from the city, some from the provinces, some from North Africa. They looked at this complex and simple city with their own eyes. That history professor, he didn't want to be a professor like a mouse, "Learning is to expand his horizons, but then he began to struggle with every detail, like suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, teaching classes every day, popping the library, like a Like a mouse, he doesn't want to be like him." He loves beauty, suffocates for beauty, he chases beauty. God was so blessed, that girl really fulfilled him, and he felt as full of energy as he was 15 years old again. He fell in love like a lad. But injuries are always unavoidable, but you can only go through it, and life still needs to go on. We have different lives, either normal or full of romantic adventures every day, each with its own gains and losses. We wept with joy at the arrival of new life, and at the same time we were heartbroken by the threat of death. But we still have to go. .
They are so romantic, this romantic city. Anything can happen here. Life is like a play, full of unknowns and imaginations.
Many people's lives go on separately, they live separately in this city, but in the end they converge like a stream. The beautiful girl sits in the cafe and looks at the male protagonist who is going to the hospital last from home, and they stare at each other. Like a metaphor for life, our life is in the moment, but we seem to forget it, know nothing about it, and just let it slip away. They meet, it seems simple, but there are infinite possibilities, don't let each one go. After he got sick, it was a wonderful feeling to finally have the courage to call the girl he liked and tell her that she was the first girl to dance with him. He understands that everything in life is precious, and Santa Claus is precious, and let's not let it go, because imagination makes life so beautiful, and imagination is full of so many possibilities, so much romance.
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