The second time I watched this movie, I really felt that the master is the master. The coherence of the screenwriter, leaving no trace, and the use of music are all exemplary. But the biggest feeling this time is that one of the standards of the master is to capture even the tiniest bit of human nature, and then cover it with a story. The subtlest humanity in this story is the cherishing of pure youthful desire, so she took the initiative to contact him after learning of her initial anger at being spied on. There is no compassion in human nature, and it is impossible to achieve without ideals. But she still oscillates between the mundane and the ideal. The two made physical contact for the first time, and seeing the boy ejaculate just because he put his hand on her thigh, she mocked and said it was love. The boy, apparently wounded and humiliated, committed suicide by cutting his wrists. The female pig's feet began to blame herself and began to repent. The corner of her ideal was opened again, and she began to spare no effort to protect her ideal. In the end, he rejected his old relationship and began to fantasize about his life with boys.
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