The only way to overshadow the cool people is to overwhelm the cool people. Or, you can also find a ghost who is completely different from him. If you really can't find it, then ask an unearned psychic peddler from an unknown country school to point to a mass of air with an unusual density and say: This is a ghost.
I had forgotten about the poor kid's appearance until he broke out of the cage, and even while watching the film, I felt drowsy. Just remember that its mother was a murderous psychopath. Its image makes people tremble, its swiftness makes people lose control, its persistence makes people awe. But the reason for his obsession is incomprehensible. One by one, it chased after the flower shop, and here, the film finally began to transform.
You know what it's like to have someone pointing a gun at you and keep you still?
You know that feeling when bullets whizz past your ears and you have to stay still?
Do you know the feeling that the person behind you is always trustworthy?
And this man traded his life for yours. So fucking sensational. It's called the poor little kid because it's the backdrop for our emotional outlet time and time again. And there is no doubt that I like sensational scenes, whether it is a pot of dog blood or an infusion needle.
He was forgiven, his girlfriend was safe, the second trafficker disappeared, the poor child found his mother, and they reached a consensus and understood each other. So is it over?
If you say yes, then you completely underestimate the psychological complexity of the person who named the film. We've been talking about bewitching wire, not bewitching thread, not beguiling rope, and not bewitching rubber band.
Mother hands line, wandering clothing. I don't know if Zhang Zhen understands the meaning of these two lines. Before you leave, you will be closely sewed, and you are afraid of returning late. If you want to send your child to a place where he will never come back, you will never care whether he is dressed densely or sparsely, let alone returning sooner or later. Whoever says that an inch of grass has a heart will report San Chunhui. Is the heart of an inch of grass really that easy to understand? This heart of an inch of grass comes with neither understanding nor emotion but vendetta and terror. Totally wrong, a mess.
The real tearjerker is always saved until the end. I looked at the eggs disappearing from the pan, and I saw an aging mother looking at her son with incomparably nostalgic eyes. I seem to be reminded of the words "Love is immortal" that slowly emerged. But I also won't miss the tears gushing out of Zhang Zhen's eyes. You all know what that means. Silk in the hands of a loving mother, knots in the heart of a wandering child. Everyone knows you love me, but maybe God knows I love you too. You raise me, I grow, you teach me, I have knowledge, you insult me, I become stoic, you torture me, I become stronger and stronger. I love you and everything you have done for me. I don't care who knows or who understands, I think we can be silent but not forever.
And the last thing I should forget, I wish you a happy 53rd birthday. Then, forget exactly when your 22nd birthday is, it used to be a painful day, and it was an incredibly important day.
Don't drink too much alcohol, don't sleep too late, take antihypertensive drugs on time, and give me a good life.
View more about Gui si reviews
