Help me think about the name of this movie.

PATER 1:

There will be many casual mistakes in life, when two strangers meet.

On the way, she was hit and the paint tools in her backpack were scattered all over the floor. He flew over and saw that she was unprepared, and then he had a first impression on the drawing paper.

The second time, it was still wrong. She just hung up the phone, with tears on her face, and stopped in amazement in front of the wheel where he suddenly braked. Then, a tearful face appeared on the paper.

Later, I slowly discovered that the large oil painting that fascinated him brought long gloom, hopelessness and sadness in her works; Later, every day, I saw a small piece of drawing paper secretly stuck on the glass of her studio. On drawing paper, every day is a different person.

He watched her paintings become clear day by day, and the clouds on the paintings became white, soft and comfortable, and he was in a good mood. He could laugh happily and heartily on a mountain bike. She saw him holding the kitten and saying "happy", so the paint under the brush began to wet and bright. She also picked up the kitten and asked herself with a smile, are you happy?

Xiaoyao and Michiko, under the same clear sky in Tokyo, she carefully drew his kitten on the canvas; The little picture he drew for her every day, she quickly turned to the next page with a clip, which turned out to be her smile from rain to sunny day.

It's impossible to meet. They finally met formally. He sincerely handed out the last small picture and said gracefully, hello! She stretched her eyebrows and said with a smile, it's the first time we met.

This is the clear atmosphere brought by the love story in Tokyo.

Pate 2:

A Si in Taipei happened to see a tie from Tokyo, and asked him for help when he could not nail the bookshelf.

A Si is a girl like a cat. When she is depressed, she will silently nail and knock. When she is warm, she will secretly paint the leg of a tie and then smile cunningly. Next, she will chase after the tie crazily.

A Tie likes such a girl, so it's hard for him to speak her Chinese, to understand every word of her, or to smile simply and tolerably after being bullied by her.

He knew her pain, and she was sensitive and changeable because of her heartbreak, so after she wrote an explanation and apology, he slowly and heavily wrote "understanding". He said, I'm sorry, I also want to vent through other people's bodies after being injured. ...

A Si didn't win back her ex-boyfriend's heart, and we don't know whether A Tie got A Si's love, but in the tunnel, after getting on A Tie's motorcycle, A Si finally felt relieved. Although the tunnel can only be a temporary escape in the stormy weather outside, after all, it has an end and can't go on all the time, but with the orange lights in Huang Chengcheng and the warm support on Ah Tie's back, she suddenly feels grateful.

Thank you, Tunnel! Thank you, Tie!

In the storm of Taipei, a cat-like girl and a boy willing to give her infinite tolerance and spoil.

Pate 3:

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 dragged 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.