When watching a movie, there is a subtle sense of looking in the mirror, a very private but almost blood-splattered excitement.
I am like that too. The cognition that the screen and the electric current opened up vaguely to the clear.
Going out alone with a boy, either accidentally knocked over the drink cup, or accidentally stepped on the heel of the other party, no matter whether the other party was silent or chattering, the idea of being full of storm fragments eventually turned into an effort to be timely and boring. of dry laughter.
Discussing with the partner group, the term of frequency range to triode control valve has always been unable to catch the gap of interjection, and the planning of the project subject competition derived from it has always played the role of a silent outsider, only everyone suddenly remembered that they The moment his eyes came over, he was forced to speak, making a clumsy gag that was similar to a jerk, a robot shouldn't have three legs too.
Being ridiculed, bullied or forced to bear the malice of the world, the first reaction is always to keep your face calm and pretend to be like this. I really understand, and then take a deep breath in and inhale alternately, and shrink to your own most suitable area. , and then unpack the good expectations of life in the bottom of my heart and take a sniff as a driving force, and then probe into my brain to find out and return to the three-dimensional.
That's why Frances is like this to please me. It's a clumsy existence marked as embarrassing, an existence that clearly cares a lot but still shows carelessness, an existence that has huge intertwined circuits in its heart but is careful to only stretch out a little tentacle to the outside world, and it is also the effort that I care about. It is an existence that manages an existence that I don't care about, and is also an existence of a small universe that burns love and dreams with all its might, even though fate has been teased by reality to the point of death.
In the movie Frances lost her mind and was already in Paris. There is a background of straight pine and cypresses and a large lawn toned by black and white tones. My eldest girl sits on a bench and leaves a message to her former classmates. He gestured back and forth to the point of being so nervous that he couldn't help himself. At that moment, when I exchanged music with her, I suddenly felt a clear isolation from the whole world.
But in the end, Frances still made a little compromise, and began to approach her dream in a roundabout way, and gradually learned to understand and adapt to the flaws of life, stripping out the most tempting core to support herself.
Well, fortunately, in such a big reunion, I have not changed my original intention.
Because ah, even if we can survive the worse, we have to believe that we deserve the better.
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