Is it because love has never been as good as I thought it would allow me to walk into the theater without any worries to see someone else's sweetness?
In fact, it is not bad to be able to cry out half a pack of tissues so heartily.
The beginning of the story was just a moment of confusion, not romantic, and even a bit unbearable because of the complicated feelings after getting drunk at graduation.
That unfinished love, dragged on for 17 years. She made an appointment with him, just being good friends.
1988-2005, July 15 every year, that little-known festival.
On the other end of the paid transoceanic phone, the plump nude of the French girl swayed in front of him; on this end, she was annoyed by the beeping of the phone hanging up due to arrears.
The week we went to Paris together, but failed to do one of the three chapters of the contract, and finally summoned up the courage to confess, but was made a joke by the thief who stole the clothes.
She worked in obscurity, changed careers as a teacher, and lived quietly.
He lived a prosperous, famous show host, a lavish life full of beautiful women, cocaine, mansions and money.
Before his death, his mother said that he was no longer a good person. That rainy night, he was so eager to find someone to talk to, not someone, but her.
At that time, she was trying to fall in love with a full-time man who made people laugh, and she lived a cohabitation life by accident.
In the end, it turns out that the funniest thing about the man is not any show, but the way he rolls down the stairs.
Yet when she broke up with this man, I couldn't help crying.
Although it's hard not to see the world through the heroine's eyes when entering the play, the scene where the man finally walked away and pretended to bump into the door to startle her, then wiped the corners of his eyes and laughed, still makes his nose sour when he thinks of it.
When we met again, we were still very harmonious and happy together, except for the moment when we finally received his wedding invitation.
Hug and say goodbye, smile and cry, then kiss him.
When he was getting older, no longer a dazzling TV star and had to work in a factory run by a classmate he looked down on back then, the child was born and his wife cheated.
Then they meet again, breaking through obstacles together.
It was July 15, 2006.
Finally able to hug and wake up.
I always remember the phrase "you and me, we can work this out." he said while holding her from behind when she lost her temper over her failed pregnancy
.
The feeling that two people can challenge the world as long as they are together should be great.
The feelings that were finally together, how could the quarrel last more than three minutes.
After listening to the sweet message on the phone, the picture freezes in a pool of blood.
After 18 years of honing the suspected friendship, her strange posture on the old floor tiles on the streets of Paris ended.
He seemed to have lost everything, drinking, fighting, being rejected by his younger daughter, and finally returning to his father.
"You should live like Emma is still here," said his father, watching a soap opera.
He looked at his father with an unbelievable look, until his father said, "Otherwise, how do you think my ten years have passed?".
He mustered up the courage to start life again, and the man who told jokes came to visit with a family of five.
Hearing that he, who can only tell jokes and can't communicate with people, said to him: "you make her decent; she lights up for you", his eyes were red.
In the final scene, he with white temples and his little daughter walked up a grassy hillside, passing by the memory of him and her on July 15, 1988.
"We can be good friends." FOREVER.
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Colleagues said, this kind of ending is not really sad, at least we have been together.
I just think, why people can't always grasp when they have it, and must wait until the vicissitudes of life have crossed over a century before turning back to love each other?
The happiness that has been wasted for 18 years is only a few days, how can it be enough...
"Hurry up and find out if you have such a friend around you, take a good grasp of it," my colleague said jokingly.
I don't, how could I have.
The title of ps is the so-called "little poem" he said casually when she met him, I know something will always remain.
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