After a long day of work, I took the subway for two hours and returned to my 70-80 square meter home. I collapsed on the sofa and lit a low-quality cigarette that cost five yuan a pack in the store opposite the company.
At the moment when the inferior smoke ring was spit out of the mouth, the day ten years ago suddenly became so real.
A city in a mountain, a cluttered street, a gloomy sky, a teenager curled up in a bedroom.
He was feeling genuinely sad about a movie based on Guo Jingming's favorite novel, and he seemed to have completely forgotten how he was so eloquent in his high school classroom four or five years ago, using forty The high-profile smug statement looking up at the sky at a five-degree angle states that everything about Guo Jingming is rubbish. That's not surprising though, since he completely forgot how to grieve even at his grandfather's funeral.
He also felt very hesitant when he was sad. He always felt that there were thousands of emotions in his chest at that time. In fact, he doesn't really understand the meaning of the film. For him, the so-called youth in the film is cruel, and the sensitive and delicate mind of the teenager is far less than the fact that the girl he likes in reality already has a boyfriend. Feeling heartbroken. The music built with Debussy and Chopin was far less familiar to him than the noisy radio waves of Awei when the bedroom was dark. Even the exquisite scenes in the movie—the boy in the green field, the paper kite in the blue sky, the corpse under the telephone pole, the obscenity in the factory are completely incomparable to the charming smile of the girl he likes at him, which makes him feel beautiful.
But he did feel real sadness.
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