In my eyes, Luc Besson's films are the most contrasting, and each comparison must be full of conflict. This female version of LEON is more emotional, more dramatic, and more inquisitive about life. At the beginning, the innocent-eyed policeman was held by Nikita's chin with a gun, begging "no" at a loss, and in the second half, Nikita cried and begged "please, please, don't" to the guest leon, she didn't understand before. Life is precious, squandered and trampled with a smirk, but now she cherishes life, but is forced to harvest death. So at the beginning, she brought destruction by her own sin, and at the end, she struggled to escape this nightmare. The two men sitting opposite to each other were half depressed and half relieved, their voices low in the warmly lit room, and their smiles were bitter: "We will all miss her." In my opinion, both are men who love her. All the men she loves. The instructor is in a suit and leather shoes, his eyes are calm, and he is also a teacher and a friend. He will try hard for Nikita to survive in front of his boss. He will help her hang up a ballerina poster in her scribbled bedroom. He will Give her a kiss from the side of the door: "In the days to come, I will miss you." As soon as this person appeared on the scene, it seemed that he had given nikita a unique redemption. The girl who woke up from the death injection saw him walking gracefully. The surrounding area was white, and he had a warm expression in black, and smiled at Nikita's dazed and blank eyes: "(Nikita is) a very nice name, how did you get it?" But after all, he belongs to a spy organization. "Instructor", this title represents that every ray of nikita's nightmare in the future must be woven by him. He doesn't know how long he has been in this Asura field, but it must be long enough for him to understand how to restrain himself and how to use it. A cold boundary was drawn between, and I never wanted to cross it. How sensible and cold he was. So he would hand out an assassination mission as a gift when the high-end restaurant was feasting, he would indifferently point her to a dead end when she was uneasy, and he would tear her romance apart with an assassination order during her longed-for engagement trip. Again and again, he smiled and served a glass of heartbroken wine. Even if he sighs against the wall with red eyes outside Nikita's room, even if he stares at her cheeks intently and affectionately while making up Nikita's false childhood, when Nikita coldly calls him a "sadist", His eyes faltered for a moment, and he put his hands on his chest defensively. That small gesture of unease and restraint was quickly dispelled by the formal tone of another order he issued. He must love her, but he will not allow it. Overstep yourself. Only when he was acting as a cover for her did he Will let myself stand in place and accept her smiling hug. It was like the scene between them on the training ground. She quickly slapped the taekwondo coach, while he smiled lightly outside the door and focused his attention on her, but after all, there was a glass wall. The paper bag that Nikita left him in the end, he obviously got the information he wanted, but he reached out and probed into the bag again with a little uneasiness and anticipation. When he heard that the note left to him was torn off, He wandered his eyes again, and crossed his hands again. "What did you say above?" The calm man's gaze was like that of a child for a moment. But then, as smart as he read everything from his fiancé's actions in an instant, he smiled with relief: "We will all miss her." He has always been like this, affectionately until the end. He saved her from the death penalty, gave her a life full of thorns, and when she was struggling to want ordinary happiness, he burst those soap bubbles again and again, dragged her back to him, and dragged her back to the one he was. cruel world. He saved her, but not her. Just let her go. The fiancé is like the real son of heaven that every cold-blooded traveler can look forward to. His net worth is not the best, and his appearance is not peerless, but he is warm and sincere, tolerant and affectionate. A sense of peace of mind, he will carefully want to know everything about you, but give her a gentle hug from behind in front of the darkest truth. "Miss, you are creating danger." "How dangerous is it?" He will put danger on his lips, because he is the least dangerous type of person, he will not hide himself as elusive as an instructor, he is always interested He eagerly wanted ordinary happiness, he would give his lover a hearty breakfast in bed, he could chat with the old man of the ferry about yachts, and he smiled in front of Nikita's disturbing abnormality again and again, Helpless and tolerant. He was lying on the bed and whispering softly, confessing his deep affection with a sigh, but the girl he loved was so close, but he had to aim at the key point of the stranger under cold instructions. The girl holding the gun wiped away the tears that fell uncontrollably. Such a gentle and bright sunshine is enough to save her who had been lost in the dark for too long. He taught her love and warmth and tenderness. He smoked the cigarette between her fingers and held the thin girl in his arms with his arms. On the chest: "Who taught you to laugh like this?" She grinned shyly and happily: "It's you." Such a heartfelt smile was not given by an old lady who had experienced ups and downs in a spy school to impart skills. It can only be this that makes her heart Only a warm man can do it. When she shot the policeman, she was also smiling, her eyes grinned blankly, and the smile floated on the surface, like a mask casually put on, but on the sofa she smiled like any ignorant person. The girl who fell in love giggled. This man taught her to look up at the starry sky in the darkest night, let her know the value of life, and gave her resistance to the organization. The person who cherished her gave her the most important sense of survival. So she can no longer sit idle at crime scenes full of blood and killing like she did in the beginning, and she can't help but become a marionette pulled by the organization, and she won't be a bit self-sacrificing like she did on the training ground instead of shouting . This time, she walked very decisively. But she is not like an instructor, and she doesn't want to be like an instructor. She can't bring her beloved into this muddy water, so in the last tenderness, she stroked his cheek and wept silently: " We are people from different worlds." The two lovers with tears on their faces were lingering in despair. Finally, in the dark, she curled up on the sofa and watched the sleeping back of her lover, the cigarette burning quietly at her fingertips. In the end, he still lost the girl he loved. He welcomed the late instructor into the door, lit the first cigarette he smoked in the camera, and in the curling smoke, he questioned the "culprit" who made her go away in a slow and steady manner. With a revengeful smile, he told him "she left a note for you, but I tore it up", and when the other party's assertion that "we will all miss her" came out, his eyes sank, and he turned his head away. , finally nodded, "Yes". Who knows, maybe on a certain day of the year, with one hand on his chin absent-mindedly, he can still see the naughty girl with messy short hair, messy shirt, and paint marks scattered on her face, "How about having dinner together? " This time, she walked very decisively. But she is not like an instructor, and she doesn't want to be like an instructor. She can't bring her beloved into this muddy water, so in the last tenderness, she stroked his cheek and wept silently: " We are people from different worlds." The two lovers with tears on their faces were lingering in despair. Finally, in the dark, she curled up on the sofa and watched the sleeping back of her lover, the cigarette burning quietly at her fingertips. In the end, he still lost the girl he loved. He welcomed the late instructor into the door, lit the first cigarette he smoked in the camera, and in the curling smoke, he questioned the "culprit" who made her go away in a slow and steady manner. With a revengeful smile, he told him "she left a note for you, but I tore it up", and when the other party's assertion that "we will all miss her" came out, his eyes sank, and he turned his head away. , finally nodded, "Yes". Who knows, maybe on a certain day of the year, with one hand on his chin absent-mindedly, he can still see the naughty girl with messy short hair, messy shirt, and paint marks scattered on her face, "How about having dinner together? " This time, she walked very decisively. But she is not like an instructor, and she doesn't want to be like an instructor. She can't bring her beloved into this muddy water, so in the last tenderness, she stroked his cheek and wept silently: " We are people from different worlds." The two lovers with tears on their faces were lingering in despair. Finally, in the dark, she curled up on the sofa and watched the sleeping back of her lover, the cigarette burning quietly at her fingertips. In the end, he still lost the girl he loved. He welcomed the late instructor into the door, lit the first cigarette he smoked in the camera, and in the curling smoke, he questioned the "culprit" who made her go away in a slow and steady manner. With a revengeful smile, he told him "she left a note for you, but I tore it up", and when the other party's assertion that "we will all miss her" came out, his eyes sank, and he turned his head away. , finally nodded, "Yes". Who knows, maybe on a certain day of the year, with one hand on his chin absent-mindedly, he can still see the naughty girl with messy short hair, messy shirt, and paint marks scattered on her face, "How about having dinner together? "
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