Who knows the name of a Japanese movie? It's about a Japanese student and a Shanghai girl.

I've seen it. . . This is a love map. . There are three parts in this. . It should be the story of the third part. . I published this story. . LZ, look. Yes

The old rental house in Shanghai, lying on the counter with sleepy eyes, barely opened his eyes and saw a boy's clean and hearty smile. He smiled gently and said in some hoarse Chinese, "I am an international student from Tokyo. My name is Ping Xiu." .

After Ping Xiu was taken upstairs by her mother to see the room, Yun Yun froze for a while, then suddenly jumped up and ran out. Riding in Shanghai's old-fashioned crowded downstairs, the air suddenly got better on a wet morning.

He rode an old bicycle specially painted with bright red paint. She also moved a stool and painted her bike red in front of her arcade. But she only painted a thin and incomplete layer, and then gave up in anger, and then kicked the old car hard. He was waiting for a package from his Japanese girlfriend in Spain. When she didn't come, he was disappointed.

Later, when the parcel arrived, she personally delivered it to the bar where he worked, but she looked at the gentle smiling face outside the transparent glass in his hand and gradually faded her expectations. Later, she picked up postcards from the torn and discarded packages, pasted them carefully one by one, and then looked them up in the Japanese dictionary one by one. Later, while riding a horse in the sunset, she slowly read the Japanese sentences she asked him. I … now … in Barcelona … the more sentences I read, the smoother I read and the faster I read. Later, she permed his Japanese girlfriend's fine curly hair and pretended to jump around in front of him, trying to stop talking.

He washed the car in front of her when she was pulled by her mother to straighten her curly hair. She was scolded by her mother, and her hair was rudely pulled up and straightened. He looked at her stubborn eyes, and the fog in her eyes suddenly made him feel a little uncomfortable.

When he left, she smiled and pushed a bright red bicycle and watched him get into a taxi. She smiled and said goodbye to him! Bye. Goodbye! Then, say softly, dear! She said it was Spanish, not goodbye. So he smiled at her, "Hello!" ! That's great. That's great. ……

He didn't know that after the car left, her eyes lit up and her smile collapsed.

What he doesn't know is that she used to hit the old building wall with the front wheel of her bicycle again and again because of his sadness under the orange street lamp; I used to watch his white shirt hanging on the balcony while he was away, secretly and infinitely floating in the wind; On the rainy day when I knew he was leaving, I rode my bike and was caught in the heavy rain, thinking about his girlfriend's postcard over and over again; In the empty house he left behind, holding the baseball he taught her, standing alone in the sunshine by the window, jumping back and forth. ...

A year later, he came back. In the occasional joke, the bar owner smiled and taught him that Te quiero means I love you in Spanish. The neon was bright in the night, and the music in the bar was still flowing briskly, but he suddenly froze and his eyes were wrong.

The old-fashioned crowded arcade area a year ago is now in ruins, leaving only half an old red brick wall. He hit the wall with his bike, and so did she. The only difference is that when he hit it, he was sad and resentful, while when she hit it, she was stupefied, unable to see sadness, but without a smile.

He just didn't know that the day before he left, she suddenly rode home from the bar in the rain, hurried to the balcony, picked up his white shirt that was wet by the rain on a small stool, and held it tightly in the same wet arms. ...

After his taxi left, she forced a smile and collapsed, and water gradually accumulated in her eyes. She said softly, hello.

Gradually choked up, tears fell in my eyes, and then, shouted over and over again-

That's great.

That's great.

……

And this scene, perhaps, he can imagine.

In the morning light of Shanghai, in the chirping of birds, there is a kind of love that never begins and never ends.