Watching this movie late at night is so comforting, thanks again for a great movie.
If there is a distinction between liberal arts students and science students, then I must be suitable to be a liberal arts student. Of course, such a question itself has little meaning. The love and teacher-student relationship in the film are really wonderful, but they don’t feel like the same thing. On the contrary, the Red Riding Hood, Dean and the professor moved me. The former’s butterfly theory is something that is still tangled and confused in my heart. When will the butterfly be? Can it bloom? Can it really bloom? Dean's phone call made tears inexplicably. Who can understand the sadness in his heart? I don't know, but at least the protagonist is willing to try to help him. The professor's prison theory has refreshed my world view, but the helplessness behind it can only be understood by the person who is about to leave the prison.
My personal favorite is Dean's story, a child who can't communicate and lives in the literary world. On the surface, he is indifferent, mean and hostile, but his heart is extremely kind, lonely and helpless, struggling alone, which makes people feel distressed.
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