The night is calm, but the Internet is not calm, as soon as A Lei's song is released, there are many ripples.

[A rabbit: It seems that the world is quiet, young man, you have to come on.] 】

[Cute passer-by: The voice is so good, I want to turn a fan~]

[Lei Bao's little sister: Lei Lei, you are the fattest! ] Ma Ma loves you refill ❤️】

Of course, there are also some people who point out that it is unfair, and only officially promote the songs of their own company's players, and they have complained about their idols and buried their talents.

In the morning, as the other contestants' works were posted on the Internet, the sound was quickly drowned out, and there was only a louder and louder sound.

Sansso-free didn't pay attention to those, everything was expected by her.

It was dark inside, and the sunlight was blocked out by heavy beige curtains. At this time, the girl is holding a small snack and snuggling up on the sofa to enjoy the director's work.

In the picture, the boy is very thin, he is standing in front of the shop window, staring at a piece of bread for a long time, and a young and somewhat fat clerk finds him and chases him away.

When he returned home, he saw his mother lying on the bed, so he carried the basket and went to the mountains to dig wild vegetables. The little man didn't have much strength, and it took a long time to dig up a few, but he was very happy.

The boy washed the wild vegetables by the lake and ran back home.

As soon as he got home, he looked at the bed and found that there was still no movement, so he began to make a fire, and used the branches he had picked up to prop up a black iron pot and pour water on it.

He stood up, his little body just over one end of the table, his little hand holding a rusty knife, slowly slicing.

There was only a single low bed and a shabby wooden table, but it was very clean.

Sunlight penetrated through the holes in the roof and shone on the uneven dirt floor, and the dust in the air came out to dance at this moment.

After a while, a bowl of soup was ready, he took a small sip, put the bowl on the table, stared at the bowl for a long time, took one last look at his mother, and went out.

He found a branch that was not too thick but looked strong, walked to the lake, rolled up his trouser legs, sat down, and put his feet in the water. Holding up the branch, he made the gesture that he was about to insert a fish at any moment.

The water on the shore of the lake is shallow, and his feet can be clearly seen.

Occasionally, a fish or two would visit his toes, but when he went down, it was always a step too slow.

Until the warm light of the setting sun stained the clouds on the horizon red, and the surface of the lake sparkled.

A small fish swam and swam at his feet, and the boy spotted it, quietly held his breath, and just as it was about to bubble on the surface of the lake, he quickly held it in his hand.

He ran as fast as he could, and when he reached the door, he stopped again. He walked into the room with a gentle step, put the small fish that could be eaten in one bite, put it in the bowl that was missing, looked at the untouched soup on the table for a while, glanced at his mother on the bed with some concern, hesitated for a moment, squatted down and began to make a fire.

The fish soup was ready, and he slowly walked to the bedside, one step at a time, one step at a time.

When he reached the bedside, he tentatively stretched out his hand, patted it twice, and stared at the thin back of the yellow hair for a long time.

After a long time, he walked back to the pot, put the fish soup up, covered it with a piece of wood, poured the noon wild vegetable soup into the pot, and added two branches to the fire.

The soup was hot, and I didn't use a bowl, so I gobbled it up with a spoon and drank it.

The room was getting dark, and there were no lights, only moonlight streaming in through the holes in the roof and the broken doors.

The boy tiptoed as lightly as he could, lay down in the vacated spot at his mother's feet, said goodnight, and fell asleep.

The moonlight was as cold as frost, and at this time the camera clearly captured the mother's pale face, and the whole person had long lost her vitality.

This movie, called "Good Night", ends here. As the famous work of director NO NAME, there is only one line in the whole film - "good night". Despite the slow pace, each frame is like an oil painting, both in composition and color. The plot is simple, the tone is warm, and the expression is unique.

Carefree yawned and sat up from the couch.

[My lord, the movie is really good! 】

The girl hummed, sat up from the couch, walked to the refrigerator, and took out a box of strawberry yogurt.

I took a deep breath with a straw, and my eyes suddenly bent into slits, and I looked happy.