very funny.
Look, how do you communicate with such a noisy person picking up junk? Well, I shouldn't be discriminated against by occupation, in fact it is said that Americans hold their heads up high and happy no matter what their occupation has always made me envious, stop, I mean you must be in front of someone who talks like a machine gun and thinks If you can't keep up with his footsteps, one is that you don't care, the other is that you may not be able to catch his thoughts, and the third is that you don't allow yourself to explore the reasons why others are noisy.
But this reporter has. With the reporter's sensitive media sense, he found this to be an excellent material. and confirm it. He had reason to reach out to the protagonist, and he also captured another bright spot in his career.
Regarding the protagonist's experience and current situation, his reports are full of human concern. His writing is gentle and slender, and he has a group of loyal readers in the fast food society. He created fate and led the city. In addition to the dilapidated violin with only 2 strings left, the protagonist can finally receive the most perfect gift, a beautiful cello soaked in rosin. This is like the water in the desert, precious and crystal clear, of course, it will also cause coveted. The reporter did not simply hand over the gift irresponsibly, but effectively protected the hard-won precious gift and the protagonist who is a vulnerable group through the community's public welfare organization Lamp.
There are many highlights in the film.
"I like to play in the underground passage. Here, I can hear the sound of the city. There are also large blue sky and lovely flying pigeons. I belong here." The protagonist insisted again and again. This is a free and pure soul that does not want to be bound. He longed to be a Beethoven, enjoying the joy of traversing the streets of the city with music.
"I'm already middle-aged, and people always change." Facing reporters who were worried about him, he lived in the apartment without guilt.
"I still have a job! I make a living with words!" the
reporter said. He was sober, but he didn't just work as a reporter, but made a friend with energy and effort.
"I hate to hear 'Who am I?' The next moment, I'm bound to get the result of 'You let me down!'" He is very familiar with human nature.
After experiencing the protagonist's gratitude to resentment, he did not give up, but turned these intense and abnormal feelings into a soft and deep friendship like old age.
"I watched him listen to the symphony with great concentration, and I seemed to be immersed in that wonderful music universe, can you understand? It's so exciting!" He was childishly joyful.
"Look at the signature." It was a psychiatric certificate. He was beaten up because of this, well, he deserved it.
"Oh, I've searched all the corners of the city, but I missed this one." Tired of running around all night and worrying all night, after seeing the protagonist, he didn't take credit or get angry, just plainly expounding the facts. He was finally relieved.
One is white and the other is black, one has lost a beloved child, one has a mental disorder, and the two hands are clasped together, "We are friends."
Equal friends.
I think that's the end of the story, two men who became friends. In the future, we don't need to know.
(I like that work efficiency and sense of responsibility. After checking the graduates and hanging up the phone, they will check in the students. If it wasn't for the staff of the admissions office, I don't think I would have seen this good-looking movie today.)
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