A policeman squeezed out by his superiors, a killer pursued and killed by the underworld, one black, one white, one righteous and one evil, with a clear stand, but both roads are driven into desperation. The police are loyal to their duties but are complained, but the killer is morally righteous. Quietly, they are a cynical, a chivalrous heart. They are the adversaries of nature, but they deviate from their fate to meet frankly and fight side by side.
"You are not like a killer at all."
"You are not like a policeman."
So the killer is no longer Xiao Zhuang but Mao Qiu, and the police is no longer Li Ying but Xiao Bao. The story begins in another way. .
At the beginning of the story, Xiao Zhuang accidentally injured the female singer Jennie during an assassination mission. Jennie's eyes were almost blind due to the injury. Out of shame and some unspeakable emotion, Xiao Zhuang began to appear beside her to take care of her in another identity.
Xiao Zhuang said to her: Not everyone in this world is a bad person.
In order to make up enough money for Jennie to treat his eyes, Xiao Zhuang took a deal from Feng Gang, an old friend of the underworld middleman, and planned to take Jennie far away after doing it. Feng Gang was forced by the situation to find Xiao Zhuang to kill him. Only after he missed his hand did he realize the value of brotherhood and vowed to get his money back for Xiao Zhuang.
Feng Gang said to Xiao Zhuang: I am a useless person, but I must do what I promised.
Xiao Zhuang said to Feng Gang: It doesn't matter who owes whom among friends, otherwise, what do you want your friends to do?
In Greek classical tragedies, people are destroyed not because of their own flaws, but because of their good qualities-bravery, tenacity, kindness, and honesty.
The rivers and lakes are sinister. It can't accommodate people like Xiao Zhuang Li Ying, but Wang Hai, who is cunning, changeable, brazen, and non-ethical but only means. When moral decay has become a daily term, who is still holding the last line of defense?
Wang Hai said to Feng Gang: Being a human being is so hard, it is better to be a dog.
Feng Gang said: Even if you are a dog, you have to do it neatly.
This is the sadness and fearlessness of being the last stickler of the old world.
Feng Gang finally fulfilled his promise and delivered the money to Xiao Zhuang and died in Xiao Zhuang's arms.
Li Ying took over the case of Xiao Zhuang. After several confrontations, Li Ying began to approach Xiao Zhuang gradually. He found that they all belonged to the same kind of people. They were compassionate, serious, brave and involuntary.
Li Ying said to Xiaozhuang: I cannot do what I promised. I believe in justice, but no one believes in me.
Xiao Zhuang said to Li Ying: Good people are usually misunderstood.
At this moment, the state of the world has tied the two doomed heroes together.
At the end of the story, Xiao Zhuang Li Ying teamed up with Wang Hai and his men to die in the church. Xiao Zhuang was blinded by several bullets in his body, crawling with Jennie on the ground in front of the burning church, and finally missed.
So Li Ying picked up the gun and ran to Wang Hai, who was surrounded by the police, and raised the gun without hesitation.
The sad harmonica sounded again.
The film is dignified, from the original breath of the old days to the sadness of the world. The director Wu Yusen is telling us about a passing river and lake, with guns and bullets flying across the river, but the aftertaste is full of warmth, like the words of Zeng Ye who encouraged Li Ying. : Winning or losing is not important. Sometimes losing does not mean losing. No one can win the whole world.
When I first watched this film, I was still in elementary school, in 1993 or 1994, I was ignorant and ignorant. At that time, I didn’t know what touched me deeply. I ran from street to street. There is an inexplicable power surging in my heart. After years of revisiting it again, I am somewhat surprised when the melody of "A Life of Light Drunk" sounded. In fact, someone told you the answer many years ago, but you only gradually understand it now.
This is an idealistic elegy, a mournful mourning for the heroes of the past. In a society where we are deceived and ungrateful, whether in the past, present or future, is there such a pure emotion? When the good qualities of morality, principle, and affection were ignored and forgotten by us again and again, and consumed by cynicism again and again, I saw Xiao Zhuang turn around in a windbreaker, without complaining.
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