The autumn leaves are gone, and the snow covers the earth. This has gone through the years. When people talked about the mysterious figure again, even the old fisherman with the best memory could not accurately retell the scene at that time. Just remember that on the blue sea, the dolphins jumped from the man's fingers, as if flying in the sky.
Arthur
My name is Arthur. In history, there was a guy with the same name as me, and that was King Arthur.
When I was young, I swore that I would be the best man in the world. First I want to be handsome and tall, and then I want to behave extraordinary. It's a pity that it's not ancient times. In that case, I can still have thousands of troops and horses, making the whole world a king.
Although in the following days, I gradually understood the so-called paleness of ideals and the cruelty of reality, I still did not want to wake up. I would rather live in that long-lasting hope, holding my head proudly.
Jack and I live on the same island, but we never had a close friendship. Until that day, the partners had a dispute over a coin in the water. So I bravely jumped into the sea and took six seconds to fish it up. I proudly held the coin and told Jack provocatively, if he was faster than me, I would give him the money. I know that Jack is a well-known diving master, but I am confident that he can be better than him.
Jack seemed to flinch, and he gave the coin to me.
At that moment, I suddenly had a foreboding that this person would become my best friend and worst enemy in my life.
Even after I became an adult, I did not give up the search for Jack. He disappeared after experiencing that huge change. At that time, I had become the world diving champion. No one is my opponent anymore, only him, I have never competed with him.
I changed into the best suit and my shoes were polished brightly, with such a domineering attitude. When the invitation letter for the diving competition was handed over to Jack, I said, I am sure you want to beat me. In fact, I am almost convinced that he can beat me, in all likelihood. I am afraid that when that day comes, everything will leave me.
However, instead of being frightened by the illusion of failure in countless nights, I would rather lose vigorously. As I said, I am a proud man.
I always call Jack, my friend. The only person I am willing to use the word "friend" to refer to. Although there are so many followers around me, I have been very lonely all these years. Even if I knew that I was not the best, no one dared to challenge me. So I waited eagerly for such a person to appear, so that I could share my loss with him.
My friend Jack did not disappoint me. He is a genius and easily broke my record.
We started to catch up with data. What makes me desperate is that every time I fight my life for a new record, it is always easily rewritten by him. No one knows where his bottom line is, he is as unfathomable as the sea.
I hate him. Although on the surface, I am more famous and richer than him. But the part of me that I am most proud of has already fallen apart because of him.
I hate him. Because of that beautiful woman named Joanna, she doesn't love me.
I hate him. Because he never noticed my efforts to surpass him.
Jack has set a new record. Experts say that this record will be unbreakable. I know, but I jumped into the water anyway. I want to maintain my dignity, even at the expense of life.
The world of the deep sea is so beautiful, the sea is as blue, and the sky becomes a memory. My consciousness faded away, and I saw the familiar face again. Jack cried, that was the most intense look on his face I have ever seen. I looked at him and suddenly remembered that when I was a child, it suddenly happened in decades.
I finally understood that I had already been defeated when Jack gave up the coin.
goodbye friend.
Joanna
Ten months later, little Jack in a hospital in France, was born. What makes the doctors feel strange is that the little guy hasn't cried much since he was born. I know that this is from his father's nature.
I was half lying on the bed. This is a nice room. In the early morning, sunlight will shine through the leaves on the window sill. If you turn your head slightly, you can see two rows of tall and tall platanus trees. It's spring, the plane tree has sprouted new buds, and new life is born.
The nurse told me that the angle I looked out of the window was facing my hometown, the United States. She said, do you plan to go back there? I smiled. In fact, I don't know how to choose the next step. Last year I did a lot of things with a moment of vigour, and now in retrospect, it seems like a distant dream.
Before that, I was just a simple and happy Manhattan girl.
My name is Joanna. My last job was in an insurance company in New York. Because of business needs, I went to Peru.
God knows how I got on that train in a mysterious way. Afterwards, I kept wondering whether it was because my Peruvian-speaking colleague happened to be ill, or because I was young and eager to prove myself, or it was just a simple arrangement of fate.
But that's it, Jack walked into my life.
It was on that cold day that I passed him by. He never noticed me, but I saw him clearly. Such charming eyes, soft eyelashes, look straight at people, and painful. From then on I knew that I would fall in love with this man.
I went to France to find him. I met another man, Arthur. Arthur is tall and mighty, he knows how to show my courtesy, and he never conceals his desire for me.
I don't love him.
I love Jack. I love his handsome appearance, the plastic dolphin toy he gave me, the way he stared at the sea, and the pure heart of his baby...
in fact, these are all excuses. I love him mainly because he doesn't love me.
Many times I am a wicked woman. I like a man who is always indifferent to me, so that the passion he bursts out in an instant will make me confused and infatuated.
Finally, I was pregnant with Jack's child, and Jack made the final decision. Yes, I am willing to let go, go willful, go splurge, go seek your world, I will stay where I will still love you.
Goodbye, my dear.
Jack
Joanna is my woman and Arthur is my friend. None of them are my salvation. no.
My salvation, it should be deep in the sea.
When I was young, I liked to dive underwater alone. There are colorful corals and fish swimming around. They are my friends and family.
Mom left.
How old was I then?
When Dad was diving, he accidentally fell asleep.
Did he see the mermaid?
They said that I was actually a kid. What's wrong with the child, I want to immerse myself in my childhood, and no one should wake me up.
Arthur, my friend. How deeply you love me, you will have the same hatred. But, for so many years, you are the first person who really cared about me. We dived together, drank and sang below 400 feet, that was the most unforgettable day in my life.
Joanna, forgive me. I love you just because of loneliness. It might be the same ending for another woman. Do you know how to find a mermaid? When you go to the deepest part of the sea, where the water is bluer and clearer, they will only appear if you are determined to die.
You are not my mermaid.
Arthur died, I sent him back to the sea. He is tired, like a baby, when he wakes up, he will see another beautiful world.
I had a dream, and the warm tide was surging around me. It is calling me. Joe, please don't stop me, and, my child, Dad loves you, but Dad is going on a long journey. Maybe today next year, I will come back, believe me?
Hello, buddy dolphin. Where are you taking me this time? Is there a mermaid there?
Goodbye, all over the world.
postscript
In fact, what I want to say is about Luc Besson's movie "Blue Sea and Blue Sky". Some people say that Luc Besson has produced countless bad movies after he turned into a naked businessman. I would rather believe that the true and sincere Besson has always been there, but at a certain age, I dare not easily express the yearning and ideals of his youth because he cannot bear such strong and turbulent emotions. For a while, thinking about suicide, I thought of a sentence like-"My dear, if I choose to leave, it is only because I am so attached." It may not be appropriate to put it here, but I believe the reader will understand what I mean.
Where did Jack's soul go? I thought, maybe he met a ship, where he grew up and became an excellent pianist. This time, he did not choose to go ashore.
Goodbye, Luc Besson.
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