Because of the silver fingertips, it began to emit a beautiful and ominous fluorescence.
Yin stood there, motionless, his expression was the kind of surprise that the question had been answered, as if a strong curiosity had finally been satisfied, and at the same time, it was hard to believe that everything would end so simply.
I watched him musingly look at his dissipating hand, and watch him calmly and intently feel the touch.
I suddenly realized that what I like most is the pure and beautiful things after all. It does not equate to a refreshing scenery or a gorgeous and stylish appearance, but a good yearning and maintenance of a clean nature, a simple concept that seems to be the way everything should be, without even pursuing it or expressing it strongly. A form of romance that reveals itself only in everyday actions. It is a simple listening in the shade of a tree, a simple walk in the crowd, a friendly smile in life, and a peaceful passage in time.
And this kind of affection is often the most deadly.
If silver will not disappear, how should Yingying face the reality of a different path? An old body that has gone through vicissitudes and a youthful figure who doesn't eat fireworks, even if they can move forward hand in hand in an environment where no one is looking at them, can their emotions still be as beautiful as ever? Can a person in the real life that is enough to destroy everything really have enough heart to face the soul that ignores the chaos of the world?
Yin still left, and his departure avoided a real cruelty and a painful confrontation between reality and ideal.
Seeing his last smile, he knew that this was actually his own choice. When Hotaru was thinking about how to get rid of the influence of reality, Yin had already begun to be assimilated by reality and his own feelings. From the beginning of knocking the firefly to the ground for self-protection, to the final, seemingly unintentional decision to use his life in exchange for a definite emotional possession with human desires.
Because both of them realized that it is impossible to get a realistic long-term. And the choice of silver, in fact, in the spiritual world, to achieve this wish.
After I finished watching this movie, I saw Hotaru hugging Yin's clothes tightly, crying bitterly.
I think that indecision and forced choice may be one of the emotional charms of human beings.
It's like Yin said, yes, it doesn't matter if you forget me.
And Ying said, don't forget me.
This simple conversation was immediately drowned in the ensuing busy life.
It's just that when the wind whistling in the summer forest rang in the memory, can you still remember what you said?
Do not forget, or forget me.
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