I have heard people say that Korean dramas are to girls what pornography is to boys. In girls' fantasy, there will be a handsome boy who can put his arms around her shoulders and watch the moon silently all night. In the fantasy of boys, there will be a beautiful and messy stunner, as if the whole world has only the lower body. Writing such a paragraph at the beginning of the article seems low-key, but in fact, it is just to draw the following conclusion, this is a Korean drama for boys who say goodbye to the body.
There was a street interview a few years ago. A little brother was asked about his youth, and he smiled with folds all over his face. Good-looking people have youth, while others just go to school. Most of the silent ones enter and leave the campus silently in their best years, take a few exams that seem to be very important, chat a few words that are not necessary, daydream a few times in front of the gods and goddesses, and then get caught. Bring out youth.
The protagonist is such a silent majority, with a bankrupt family, thrown into a church school full of gangsters, and with an honest and cowardly character. Amid the commotion of the classmates, he walked silently to his position with his head down every day, with a look of bewilderment behind his raised eyes. My junior high school was also spent in a very chaotic school. Years later, old classmates met and joked with each other about how they could come out of that school alive. There is bullying every day, honest children are dragged to the toilet and kicked and beaten, gangsters who are in a gang can pull over and give two slaps when they see an unhappy person on the road, and even the teacher is reluctant to take care of it - a teacher was Punched like a panda, the student took three months of class with black eye circles. The place where Conor stayed was not much better. He was threatened to dance with a slingshot in the toilet, and was slapped in public to grab snacks. His classmates looked at him with a cold look. For a 14-year-old boy, this is basically an imagination. the darkest life. Then he met the goddess, a girl with heavy makeup standing in front of the school insisting that she was a model. The power of hormones is great. It seems that Conor, who can't even look into the eyes of others and talk, did it lightly and skillfully. Picked up a conversation, and also pulled off a band's awesomeness. In order to pursue girls, he quickly formed a band called a group of gay guys in the alley by his brother, wrote songs and sang in the house, and put on inexplicable clothes in the alley to shoot their MVs.
When I first arrived in Nanjing, I would go around Nanjing every weekend, get off and get on the train at one subway station, and then look at the scenery around each station. The one that impressed me the most was a station called time and rhyme. I admire it. After half a semester, I found out that it was a community. At that time, I spent half a year on the road looking for an art district. It was a long row of factories that I accidentally swept across when the school bus was speeding on the elevated. I met several down-and-out artists in the workshop, some were singing, some were painting, and some were writing poems. Anyway, a bunch of weird and interesting people gathered there, and I didn’t know how to check Baidu. On the way, one day you will suddenly find it. So, Conor's 14-year-old band has inherited all my dreams of finding a group of like-minded people and getting together every day to play music, chat and whatever.
The half year I spent looking for art districts on the road was when I was most obsessed with the 1980s. In the 1980s, everyone in the university wrote poems, and then they would sit in a circle and sing songs on the grass. In the dormitory night, in addition to the girls, they would also talk about Nietzsche and Nietzsche. Proust, while eating in the cafeteria, a man suddenly jumped onto the table and started to be impassioned, spraying rice grains. It was an era when everyone loved talent, and it made me feel so boring these days. As I walked around the city wall, I started to read the anchor's favorite sentence of Kafka in the headphones. Listen, the horn sounds in the distance, no, I didn't hear anything, I didn't hear anything. Therefore, my biggest expectation, who has just been blessed by the spirit of the 21st century university, is that I can finally find that neighborhood, and from then on, I can immerse myself in a group of weirdos and save my boring university life. The last time I found that block was on a Sunday morning. The air was very poor, and the sun was blocked by the haze. I was in a daze. I put my pockets in and walked into those factories, all of which were decorated. Very good shop selling souvenirs. In the 21st century, artists are also fortunate, and there is a high probability that they will be raped and then killed, because it is difficult to find them.
Conor wrote songs for his girl, the girl said she liked it very much; Conor took his girl to shoot an MV and rode around in circles over and over again, the girl said that she had an on-off boyfriend; Conor rode his bike over and over again In front of the girl's door, her eyes were full of words. The girl said she was going to London; Conor and his band accompany the girl on the tram to the beach, looking at the sea and telling her what her grandfather said, The girl kissed and looked at the girl's eyes seriously. The girl still said that she was going to London and that she wanted to be a model. Conor gave the girl the last slow song he wrote for the girl. When he returned to the door again, the girl had already left and went to London.
I'm wondering if every quiet boy has a girl like this in his adolescence, who can let them watch as they drift away, and then their whole head starts buzzing, as if they suddenly woke up at six in the morning. alarm clock.
The girl failed to achieve her modeling dream, was thrown back to Ireland by London, and was so ashamed that she didn't want to be recognized by Conor. Conor's rebellion began to grow in the helpless and damp youth, and finally broke out at the school's concert. Who the hell are you, tell me what to do, you wear a dress tell me not to wear brown shoes. You think you are man enough to wash the make up of my face right now. Yeah the boot is on the other foot now , take your bow. All the students in the school put on the mask of the principal, and the whole audience jubilantly watched the desperate old pedant slam the door and escape. This is the coolest peak of life. A virtuous teacher is always passed down from generation to generation. When I was in the third year of high school, my favorite bet with my classmates was, look at the dean of the school. Believe it or not, after the college entrance examination, when he was speaking to the whole school, I walked over to the school. Beside the podium, throw your shoes up. It's a pity that during the summer vacation, I silently spent a summer stay at home, and the worn out two-hole sneakers that I was going to give to the dean were also disposed of.
At the end of the movie, Conor and his girls climbed into the boat left by their grandfather, took their own records and posters, and decided to go to London, hoping that their records would be as wild as the last music party. Conor's older brother, watching his younger brother leave the coast with his dream of being kidnapped and killed by his family's love, jumped up on the road with joy, freedom and possibility are the most precious things for young people.
I'm angry, I don't want to write anymore, it's unfinished. . . .
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