Where will you be?
I'll be right here.
But, what should happen if you forget about me?
I won't ever forget about you, Pooh. I promise. Not even when I'm a 100.
How old will I be then?
99. Silly old bear.
Hum. 99. I started crying from here until the decades passed by.
The good or bad of Christopher Robin these years has nothing to do with Pooh.
I cry for Pooh's thoughts, Christopher's forgetfulness, and their separation.
Some people used to be very good friends, but they stopped contacting after parting, as if they were the closest and most important friends during that time, and then they broke up. Sometimes they may miss them, and sometimes they regret. Gradually, we let it go and looked down on it, but we didn't know that such departure and forgetfulness were actually passive injuries. Maybe he was still waiting for you in the same place, thinking of you every day, and willing to accompany you to be your friend for life.
Fortunately, this is a warm comedy, which makes people laugh from time to time, but it doesn't make me cry. Fortunately, he has always been there, and in the end he is still each other's friends, which makes me happy with the romanticism of fairy tales. Reflecting on the past, it is too easy to give up. Those friends who have lost contact are probably because I am too selfish and fail to cherish it. I wish you all a good life.
I am rahter glad I was here. Waiting for you.
Thank you for waiting for me, Pooh.
It's always a sunny day when Christopher Robin comes to play.
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