One night the window was not closed, and the early morning wind blew down the paper cups and a few sticky notes on the table in front of the window.
At the end of last year, the list of films to be watched began to gradually lengthen, because the epidemic finally had the opportunity to be turned over by me.
With a bowl of spicy soup packed yesterday, I casually clicked on the French animated film "I Lost My Body".
It's the most poetic and tense animated film I've seen recently.
A severed hand that had fallen outside the cold storage regained consciousness in a pile of eyeballs scattered on the ground.
Looking around, there were cleaners walking by with vacuum cleaners outside the half-hidden door, and there were all kinds of organs piled up in the cold storage, I don't know if it was a hospital or a laboratory.
The severed hand struggled to stand upright from the floor full of glass debris, quickly climbed up the locker, opened the door of the locker in the direction of the window, and jumped along the door to climb the edge of the window.
This is the first jump out of the window with a broken hand, presumably half-deliberately not giving the front shot and paving the way for the development of the story behind.
Laufer was a French child who grew up in an immigrant family.
His parents loved music, he liked to take the tape recorder to collect all kinds of natural sounds, and he also liked the piano at a very young age, while talking about wanting to be a pianist, while playing with the astronaut's handmade toys and fantasizing about becoming an astronaut.
Lauffield said, "Can't I be a pianist and an astronaut?"
Parents just laughed.
When I was a child, my dreams were always carefully protected by many people, but at some point in time, all the protection was revoked, and no one came to tell you, but you knew that you should grow up.
When I was a child, the world was big, and Louffel pointed to the globe to point out any place he wanted to go, but when he grew up, he always circled around the same place every day.
Lauffield always asked his father how he could catch flies.
Father said, you have to grab it from the side and surprise it.
But no matter how many times he tried, he would never catch the fly.
Broken hands move through the city, through garbage and sewers, and where fingers touch bring the viewer back to Lauffield's memories.
……
In a traffic accident, Lauuffel lost both parents and lived in a humble apartment, presumably a relative, with little money to earn from working in a pizzeria every day.
The pizza shop where I work is called "fast pizza", and the advertisement is that if it is not delivered within 20 minutes, the customer has a reason to waive the order.
It was raining heavily in Paris that day, and Laufer was riding a cheap electric motorcycle through the traffic, occasionally hitting the rearview mirror of a car stuck in a traffic jam, and he only gave a long back.
A small car rushed out obliquely, knocking Lauffer off the motorcycle, and several boxes of pizza in the back seat incubator fell to the ground.
He got up and hammered a few electric motorcycles, launched a few times, and found that he could still drive all the new cars to continue to the customer's home.
The body always has memories, perhaps not as clear as the brain, but it is the most profound.
The first time I was injured, the first time I touched the flowers and plants in the courtyard, the first time I said aloud to the elders that I couldn't have serious dreams.
Even the dream gradually became crumbling, and became as unattainable as a fly.
Finally arrived at the customer's house downstairs, pressed the doorbell, Lauuffel hurried upstairs, let the other party open the door.
The female voice after the gate said that you should be polite, because it is forty minutes late, and normal people will say sorry.
The female voice said that her name was Gabrielle, and the suffix should be Miss and not Lady.
Lauffield always shook the door vigorously when the doorbell rang, and once tried to make the door open quickly, but many times without success.
Half leaning on the wooden wall on the side of the access control walkie-talkie, he silently opened the pizza that Gabrielle had called with more onions, and found that because of the accident just now, the pizza was no longer the same.
Lauffield was stunned and told the intercom that there was no need to go downstairs to get the takeaway, that the pizza had been smashed.
He crouched to the side and took out a slice of pizza that had been knocked out of shape.
The outside of the access control is separated by a wall, and the rain is torrential.
After a long silence, Gabriel suddenly made another sound.
"Tonight is a special annoyance."
Suddenly, the two people seemed to open the conversation box, chatting about life and the weather.
Lauffield asked Gabrielle, you live on the thirty-fifth floor, can you hear the rain?
Gabrielle was stunned and replied, "The rain is silent, at least not here, just skimming by." ”
"But I could hear the wind, whistling through the buildings, I felt like I was on an ice, floating in the middle of the storm, I was hiding in the middle of the igloo, when the storm was particularly strong, I could feel the building shaking, I said no, it felt like..."
Gabrielle was suddenly a little wordless.
“...... It's like the whole world is drunk. Laufer added that sentence.
A clean trail was scratched on the dusty bed glass, and the scaffolding that was seen was lovely.
Anything that seems insignificant to outsiders will become a reason to fall in love with someone else.
Lauffield struggled to find the library where Gabrielle worked, but missed Gabrielle because she practiced greeting in the bathroom.
He chased him out, found Gabrielle in fluorescent headphones, and followed her on the bus and subway to Gabrielle's uncle's woodworks studio.
The studio is not very large, the machine is dusty, and it looks like a small street corner shop that can't receive a few orders a month.
When Laufer saw Gabrielle, he suddenly panicked and did not want to tell the fact that he was last night's pizza delivery man, and temporarily unveiled the advertisement for apprenticeships that had been whitened on the notice board, telling Gabrielle's uncle that he had come to apply for an apprenticeship.
The uncle said that the notice had been posted seven years ago, and That Laufer would not do anything, and that he could do anything to help.
Laufer was asked about his parents, and he said they were dead.
Probably because he saw a confused young man standing in front of him, he felt compassion, and his uncle agreed to let him live as an apprentice and provided him with accommodation.
The next day, Laufer moved out of his original low-cost housing.
After countless clumsy mistakes, Lauffield set out to do the igloo that Gabriel mentioned on the gated walkie-talkie.
He even went to the library to borrow polar books to study, and conceived the structure of the wooden igloo with one stroke and one painting.
Lauffield found a perfect spot on the roof, empty, able to breathe heavily, and perhaps for a second he would feel relaxed.
He asked Gabrielle, do you believe in fate?
The girl asked rhetorically, fate? It's the kind of thing that goes with the flow, what should happen always happens?
Lauffield held out a hand and simulated forward on the ground, "We can't change our fate unless we do something unpredictable—for example, this hand is supposed to be going forward, but if it jumps to the scaffolding on the side now, things will be unpredictable." “
The girl looked at him for a moment and asked, "What are you going to do after using fake moves to bypass fate?" ”
"Stay as far away from it as possible, just run and ask for more blessings."
When I was a child, I said that I would be an astronaut, but after growing up under the so-called fate arrangement, I ran in the same circle every day, and every time I closed my eyes, an astronaut holding a white flag was silently staring at you in the corner.
Reason keeps telling you to stop the loss in time, but you can't help but look back because of regret.
The broken hand escapes the birds, the rats, and the sky, and finally returns to Lauffield's side, only to find that he will never be able to take it back.
Gabrielle discovers that Lauffield was a former pizza delivery counselor and leaves without looking back when she wants to come to her uncle's wood shop as an apprentice.
When I was a child, I found that sand could not stay in the palm of my hand, just like the lost years could not be recovered.
However, human beings are still happy to reminisce about the years that cannot go back and continue to advance along their own established track.
And the flies that can't be caught, they still can't be caught.
Or when caught, you have already paid a more painful price than a hand.
Why not take a detour?
I'm here, I'm going to go to the other side, and I can't go without jumping.
Stand up, walk too slowly, rush out, and run forward.
Run forward and jump out.
It's like flying.
Text/Chen Fat Zi Jen C