Mr. Zhu Xu and his silly son Jiang Wu had a meal together, took a walk, took a bath, and all the days of the year came out.
They are like my old neighbors before I moved. They look up and see each other. They are the kind of acquaintances that you grow up with me, and I grow old with you.
They seem to be able to speak with all the parts on their bodies, nodding, blinking, swaying two paces, every move they want to express, I seem to understand, this kind of tacit understanding is really pleasant.
They didn't seem to be completing the "acting" action, and I wasn't watching it through a screen. I could clearly smell the heat and humidity in the bathroom, and I used to play with silly Erming.
As soon as the old man came out, he felt for no reason that this would be his last time. However, when he really left, the previous foresight did not play any supporting and buffering role emotionally. My grief goes beyond what a bystander should be. It was like saying goodbye to a new year old friend, and the pictures in the film and the brain-filling scenes that came from nowhere quickly flashed in front of my eyes.
The way this emotion is brought in is weird. I think of Shuanzhu in "1942", under the bayonet of the Japanese, struggling to grab the windmill made by the blind deer in the fire for his daughter. That kind of sadness with a kind of rational addition, this is destined to be his ending, he will not follow the trend like an old horse. Perhaps the saddest thing is this tragic truth-knowing that it will happen, but it is unavoidable and powerless.
Happiness, sadness, anger, helplessness... these feelings are all on Er Ming when they are out of our control. He has raw brute force, and every minute is filled with enthusiasm. He really managed to live in the moment. Although he repeated the life of the previous day every day, he was always like a new life, full of unreasonable fulfillment.
In our world, he's a fool. But the fool's happiness is temporary.
The water is dry, the door is closed, and the house is to be demolished. Doors and faces were knocked down, old people scattered in all directions, lost in the city of Nuoda,
The day-to-day life in the bathhouse was like an illusion, a long, long, unwakeable dream.
Da Ming, who has been running forward all the way, is finally going to take a big step back. "If you don't meet, you can forget it" is a scam after all. Daming is not a fool, he cannot be asked to be happy like a fool, nor can he be forced to be content like an old man. The tear between ideal and reality haunts him every moment, Daming is you and me - if you can't go far, there is a hometown that you can't go back to.
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