[Write a MV] 6｜The Nikki who can go in "Let Romance Be the Master", crying and hitting 119 for the Nikki who can't go

In the early spring when the winter just passed away, and the rhythm of life has not yet recovered, a friend suggested me to run in the morning.

I was obedient, and even chose to run on the beach, coveting the biting sea breeze to force me to wake up quickly.

Unexpectedly, the cold wind is a kind of temptation. I just looked at the beach, and my footsteps stopped.

There, she seemed to be lying there.

I just ran over there desperately, just like before.

When I got closer, I found that she was actually facing the ground. I quickly turned her over and leaned over to hear if there was still a heartbeat.

Like, can't hear.

The wind is too loud.

Trust me, the wind is really strong, you can tell from the messy hair she has. I couldn't help but straighten out her hair, collar...and that knotted necklace.

When a necklace was turned upright, my hands immediately shook violently.

Nikki, this chain says Nikki.

Nikki...Nikki...Nikki...

I decided to take her home.

While waiting for the bus, I finally took a sip of water sometimes. Carrying her from the beach, I was almost exhausted. Gulu Gulu drank almost half of the water, and then I suddenly remembered, eh, does she want to drink too? Turning her head to look, she was looking straight ahead. I handed the water, but she didn't respond. I think she might be tired.

The bus came, and I naturally continued to carry the princess to the bus. The driver was very worried. He had been watching since we got in the car, and he was willing to withdraw his eyes after we sat down.

The sunset spilled into the car, and the scenery outside the car flew by. She sat quietly beside me, and suddenly there was a feeling that we were traveling.

When she got home, the princess still carried her into the door. After settling in and thoroughly introducing her to every corner of the house, she still didn't say a word and looked straight ahead.

What's so beautiful up front?

Looking down the line of sight, it is a super messy table.

what! I forgot that girls hate messy homes the most!

I hurriedly packed it up, but when the coffee table, sofa, and even the floor were spotless, she still didn't speak.

I poured her a glass of water, hot water, room temperature water, cold water, and even ice water. She still didn't speak.

I adjusted the air conditioner to 15 degrees, 20 degrees, 25 degrees, or even turned it off, but she still didn't speak.

I think she must be afraid of life.

But it doesn't matter, life can be silent.

As I was in the bathroom, brushing her hair, silently.

I decided to take her in.

She doesn't speak, that's okay.

She doesn't eat, it's okay.

She doesn't sleep, that's okay.

She didn't know how long it had been since no one was listening to me.

She didn't know, I could cook two servings of food and one pair of chopsticks. I've been looking forward to it for a long time.

She didn't know, give her the bed, fold the quilt for her, and say good night without a word. I'm the kind of person who is so happy that I can sleep on the sofa and have a good dream and laugh out loud.

I decided to take care of her.

As long as I'm there, there's no place she can't go, she just needs to be in a wheelchair.

We ran wild in the park like carefree kids.

We sat side by side on the bench, like an old married couple.

We went to the weekend market like normal couples.

But I know that the kids in the park think I'm playing a prank, the old woman sitting on the bench next door thinks I'm evil, and the market stall owner thinks I'm insane.

This world is against me.

Except, the roadside singer.

Her eyes were as warm as her voice, and she sang:

"I'm not afraid of tomorrow, if there is a conflict with my expectations, you will be here to stabilize my heart."

So, teach her to play chess, sketch for her, and even take her to meet friends.

I am not afraid.

Because like it.

When I came to the restaurant where I was gathering with friends, the waitress who took the seat should look at her at first sight.

No disgust.

I lost my mind instantly, not because of her kindness, but because of her name.

Her name is Nikki.

As soon as the door opened, there was a deafening cheer. Haha, it's been so long, my friends. The last time we met, it seemed that it was already when I was a student. Except for one person, we only had a drink not long ago, and that was my brother, the good buddy who suggested me for a morning jog.

When my brother saw me, he immediately stepped forward to give me a hug without saying a word.

Yes, I finally showed up.

When I said I had a partner, everyone started booing, applauding and whistling, making me feel like a world champion.

I also smiled and pushed her forward.

Everyone immediately whispered and burst into laughter, meaning unknown.

I am used to it.

Pour water for her as usual, feed her food, hold her hand tightly, and tell her that other people's eyes are nothing.

Although she still didn't move.

The party ended happily. Everyone was at the door of the restaurant, chatting reluctantly, and no one was willing to leave first.

The brother who was smoking by himself was unusually silent.

After chatting for almost half an hour, the brother who was still silent suddenly took a stride and pushed something away.

The sound of a violent fall made me turn my head to look.

Oh my God! That's her! She, she, she fell! on the road! I ran over immediately.

Unexpectedly, my brother pulled me hard, pushed my chest, and said through gritted teeth, "Enough! What are you doing! It's a dummy! Fake!"

"Bah", with a loud noise, she was run over by a car without warning and without mercy.

The world is still, the only thing that moves is the revolving light of life.

She accompanies me to wait for the bus, accompany me to eat, walk with me, paint with me... Even if I do nothing and stay in a corner, she is still by my side and accompanies me.

It is you who are in the evil, you are the one who is nervous, and the world is the one who is truly sick.

She accompanies me, has nothing to do with flesh and blood.

She is here to accompany her.

I picked her up slowly, but Nikki came anxiously.

Nikki, who can walk, cried and called 119 for Nikki who couldn't walk. Nikki couldn't help but feel her hands, both large and small, with trembling hands.

Then look at me.

It was a long-lost, but very familiar look, like the feeling of a sudden heartbeat.

Tolerance, understanding, acceptance, love...

It seems that it is no longer necessary to find something to replace something.

In the end, she and I, with the wheelchair, went home together.

There is no Nikki who will not go.

Only the Nikki who has been running around in my heart.

go home with me.

"Don't mind the popular story, first remove the constraints of human rationality and focus on romance."

The roadside singer sang like this.

PS

The above is the brainstorming plot.

Take a closer look at the MV, 03:52 You will find that the darkness will eventually recede, and life can always start again.

Sometimes, the best comfort is not reason, but companionship.