Comedy and Aventure

Uriah 2022-02-07 14:47:22


Click to listen to read aloud

The spare tires have not learned to be proud of their loneliness.

Francois was always living in crisis.
Due to the night shift, his schedule with his beautiful girlfriend Anna is just reversed. To this end, he did not hesitate to go to her door at 6:30 in the morning to pass a note and invite her to lunch.
At this time, another man was standing in front of Anna's door.
The noise woke Anna. Before she was fully awake, she began to sober disgust. She never understood why François was always trying to "talk to her"? Why does she always sacrifice her freedom to satisfy the ridiculous vanity of a boy five years younger than her? For her, estranged relationships were more satisfying, and she never introduced François to friends or allowed him to call her company, because publicity and intimacy would weigh on love.
She was leaning against the door, slyly waiting for the note to slip through the crack: 12:00, Queen's Hotel, your..."Christian!"
Oh, that's what all the unrequited old loves should have.
Three months after disappearing out of thin air, the slender figure of the pilot Chris Xing, who had spanned five time zones, reappeared. The exhaustion did not diminish his handsomeness, but instead created an illusory sincerity. He said that he had just landed in Paris in the early morning and was flying to Tokyo in the afternoon, and that he would not stop anywhere, and that his estranged wife suddenly claimed to be pregnant, making the divorce plan impossible... Anyway, Anna listened. I understand the meaning of goodbye.
"I still love you." A second-rate writer who misplaced the beginning to the end, the invisible wind in the embrace pushed Anna into the shadows.

"Anna, I...want to talk to you. I saw you this morning...coming out of the house with a man..."
Ana was blocked by Francois at the door of the company during lunchtime. She threw down the sentence "Let's talk next Monday" and turned away.
Francois was walking down the street unwillingly, and suddenly saw Chrissy walking with a blond woman. An inexplicable instinct drove him to follow him to Central Park.
He bumped into a girl head-on. In order to hide his guilty conscience, he pretended to ask for directions in order to observe the tracking target on the lawn on the other side. But his suspicious eyes couldn't help but arouse the suspicion of the girl Lucy. He lied that he was actually a private detective, entrusted by a wife to monitor her husband's behavior.
"So your immoral stalking is your morality? What's wrong with her? Everyone is just choosing their own life."
"But I never seem to have a choice." He felt that getting along with Lucy was unprecedented. With ease, he told her all the facts one by one.

Everything no longer matters. Francois just wanted to say something to Anna.
Anna didn't want to hear anything.
"Please watch me and be more dedicated. You only see us going out together. Do you know what time he comes? Seven o'clock. And he just came to say goodbye to me. I told you not to call the company. Hit. You always say that I am the most important person in your life, and you are the only one in your eyes. You are no longer yourself, you know? Would a girl like a man who is so humble that he is not himself?
" Francois looked at Crissing's family photo, "Well, the black-haired woman on the right is his wife who is getting divorced."
Francois was stunned for a moment, "What about the blonde woman in the middle?"
" That's his sister, and they seem to be fighting a lawsuit over the inheritance."

Anne could see from Francois's thoughtful expression that he was hiding something from her, and Francois couldn't resist asking again and again, hesitantly said that he Picked up a girl in the park.
Anna smiled. It turned out that he could easily be replaced in his heart.
"By the way, that girl thinks women can make their own decisions."
"Oh, yeah, I don't think so."
"But aren't you making your own decisions all the time?"
"I wanted to tell you to go away, but you don't now. Are you still here?"
Francois said goodbye to Anna. The loneliness of the individual drips into the night, and the city has a gentle vortex.
He told himself that you're not unique to her, just like she's not that unique to you, you think of her as a goddess and she thinks of you as an idiot. You're just an ATM, a porter, a maintenance man, a jack, and a pump.
She won't let you go, you have to learn to let yourself go. There is always a girl waiting for you.
He wrote a love letter and was about to drop it into Lucy's mailbox, but happened to bump into Lucy kissing a strange man in front of the door. He quickly retreated to Paulownia so that they wouldn't find out.
The photo in his hand flew and fell along with the dead leaves, but never rushed towards the light.
In the photo, Lucy is holding Christine's hand and smiling.


WeChat public account: EyeLoveYou movie story
subverts a movie in 5 minutes

View more about The Aviator's Wife reviews