Sorry, this is another film review that borrows the title.
I was texting with a good friend at night, and the little man's words made me almost cry. He said, if one day I can really settle down in the fucking world, half of it will be for you.
This little man is Xiao Chen, my best friend in college. If you have to compare the relationship between me and Xiao Chen to a movie, there is no second one more suitable than "Dreamers". There are tens of thousands of them. Not in a movie that didn't make it. At that time, we had 10,000 opportunities to get together, and more than 100 people in the whole department thought that we should get together, but in fact there was no such thing. The relationship between us seems to be more than gender, like Brother Chun. How should I put it, it's like the pair of fucking siblings in the movie, or the siblings with the opposite gender.
At that time, we used to stay together to watch movies, take the light rail, eat skewers, and eat hot pot. By the way, the first time we watched this movie, we watched it with him. Sometimes I cook for him too. Isabella's mushy cabbage isn't much scarier than my fried milk bread, but Chen and I are happy.
Later, I got together with a strange uncle, and I left him in the cold. After that, we graduated and went off to the end of the world. I planned to see him last winter, but it failed because of lack of money, action, and courage.
On a cold rainy night, I watched this movie again curled up on the sofa in a cafe called Master or Kill Matt, and then went home alone, stepping on the water on the ground, and texting Xiao Chen, I have forgotten what was posted. He is the only person I can put aside for a while when I am happy, and I can rely on at any time when I am lost. He is the only one.
I think if there is only one person on this earth who can understand my fucking nerves, accept my impermanent nerves, and support me unconditionally for no reason, it can only be Xiao Chen. At some downtime in my future life, the person who will help me without thinking through any brain neurons must be him. As long as he has money to eat hot pot, he will definitely not just buy peach cakes for me. Of course, another very likely possibility is that at some point in the future, he will also live a down-and-out life like me, a little strong and a down-to-earth. Who knows when Dad will come back and write a check.
Because we're all such fucking dreamers, we could die in a house like this or on the street in that situation.
Who the fuck knows.
cause we are fuckin dreamers.
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