The title of this book is long and boring. But you will come to like this way of telling a story. There is no nonsense and every sentence makes itself clear.

At first you’ll see an obnoxious old man, demanding and arrogant, even a little unreasonable. You think it’s a stupid book. It’s boring. But then suddenly you see this annoying old man say, “I miss you,” and you forgive him for being unreasonable. He’s just a poor guy who lost his love.

Ovie lost the love of his life, Sonia, and he lost the job that made him worthwhile, so he decided to die.

But his suicide plans were interrupted time and time again, all because of his neighbors. He may be dull and stubborn, but he’s kind.

He took pregnant neighbors to the hospital again and again, even though he hated it. He took in a stray cat, even though he hated cats. He helped a little boy repair his bicycle, even though the little boy contradicted him. He took in a gay boy who had been kicked out by his father, even though he had met him for the first time that morning. There are so many more.

In the end, he finally gave up suicide, because he had a new concern and existence.

The love of love.

“All it takes is one ray of sunshine to drive away all the gloom.”

Soya is an angel sent by heaven to save Ovi, she is emotional, she is beautiful, she always lives in hope.

She suffered a lot of misfortune, but she still lived happily, because she knew how to live and how to love.

Such a girl in life is a rare treasure vitality girl ah!

But just like her!

Like this kind of people, not willing to settle, always make themselves more wonderful. Happy is he who will live.

People always said Ove saw the world in black and white, and she was the color, his whole color.

“Color” is a very good adjective to remind people of what kind of girl this is. Such a girl, like a small sun, let a person feel warm. The first time he saw her, he felt her colorful.

So he lived, slowly and methodically. One morning he met her. She has brown hair, blue eyes, red shoes, and a big yellow hairpin. From then on, there was no peace for Ove.

I think this is a typical meeting of a male and female art student in science and technology. They both have qualities that the other does not have, so they are attracted to each other.

Sawyer didn’t just give Ovie laughter, she gave him meaning to live. Sonia helped him get a degree in architecture, which led to a job. Because Sonia wanted to get married, he proposed. Sonia wanted a home, so she bought a house.

And Ove, who listens attentively to Sonia, is her audience. After her accident, he built her a ramp to get her wheelchair into school, he remodeled her kitchen.

It was just the right kind of complementary love, except that Sawyer had to leave early.

My dad and my mom are not so much alike.

My mom has no sense of humor. She’s very wordy. She’s very quick. My dad’s a funny guy. He does things easily. For decades they had their quarrels, but they were always happier together than alone.

Two, caring love.

Parvana is Ovi’s new neighbor, a short, dark-haired Iranian woman.

She’s kind of a fierce pregnant woman, and she’s always helping him make decisions, and she’s always giving him trouble. But it was she who repeatedly interrupted Ovie’s suicide plans, unintentionally at first, and then realized that such a smart woman must have done it on purpose. She must have asked him to teach her how to drive, let him adopt the stray cat.

“Because you’re not an idiot.”

When Parvana was learning to drive, her engine stopped on the road and the honk of the car behind her never stopped. Ovi said this when he was encouraging Parvana after he had lecturing the people behind him. Parvana took that as the highest compliment, considering Ove was a haughty old fogey who refused to say anything.

He liked Parvana and her children. He told stories and played games with little girls. He carried a picture of the baby with him. He bought an ipad for an eight-year-old girl, even though he had never known what it was.

The laughter and music from birthday parties spread like a warm tapestry between the houses. Sawyer would like it, Ove thought. She’s gonna love what this crazy foreign pregnant woman and her inappropriate home have done to the neighborhood.

When Ovi went to the hospital, Parvana’s anxiety and anxiety spilled over the paper. She thought she was going to lose him.

When he got out of the hospital safely, the little girls called him “Grandpa,” and he was happy.

As the book says, “Love is a strange thing. It came by surprise.”

I have been longing for this kind of love, which has nothing to do with love, money or blood. This kind of love is like choosing our family.

Even though many studies have shown that family resemblance makes us feel more comfortable and happy. But I still believe that outside of family, there must be someone more like family.

Three, loving love.

Ovi also has a cat. It took a few twists and turns for the cat to finally go from stray to Owi’s cat.

“I miss you.” “He murmured, and his eye clock flashed. He felt his arm touch something soft. It was a long time before he realized that the cat had carefully buried its head in his palm.

Although Ove was reluctant to accept it at first, it eventually became his constant companion and he took it everywhere with him. He had a great sense of responsibility for it, and it was partly to his credit that he chose not to die.

Rooney and Ove were friends for many years, but they fell out after Rooney bought BMW. Since Rooney’s dementia, Ovi has barely seen him.

Recently Rooney was in trouble because Social Security wanted to take him to a nursing home, even though his wife Anita didn’t want to.

Even though Rooney had been at odds with him for most of the years, Overwe stepped in to help him.

There were two little boys, one of whom Ovi fixed his bike and took in for a few days.

And a lot of warmth to keep Ove from taking his own life just yet.

The feeling of neighbor = friend is relatively rare for me. It seems that we don’t like to be too close to neighbors in modern times, perhaps because we are afraid of being found out too much. It’s like a couple who’s embarrassed to see their neighbors after a fight.

But that doesn’t stop us from feeling, experiencing the warmth of neighbors. Maybe one day we will have an annoying neighbor who brings us a lot of joy and we will still like her. The life thing, who knows?

Falling in love with someone is like moving into a house. At first you fall in love with everything new and enjoy having it every morning, as if afraid that someone will burst through the door and point out that this is a mistake and that you shouldn’t be living so well at all. But over time, the exterior of the house starts to get old, the boards start to crack, and you start to love it less and less because it’s not perfect as it should be. Then you learn all the flaws and flaws. How to avoid getting your key stuck in the lock when it’s cold; Which floor bends easily when you step on it; How to open a cupboard door without it crunching. These are the little secrets that will give you a sense of belonging.