Watching a movie in a movie theater is much more refreshing than watching a movie on a computer.

The cinema has a Dolby full-channel sound system, and there are more than a dozen computer screens that can't be compared to the ultra-clear large screen.

But that's not the most important thing.

On top of that, there is no progress bar in the cinema.

In the screening room, more than an hour has passed since the opening time. Seeing that the plot is coming to an end, the audience in the audience doesn't know it.

On the big screen, with the reconciliation of Xiao An and Xiao An's father, the plot of Act 12 was also presented in front of the audience;

In the bun shop, Dazhi shows off the photos he secretly took for Tintin during this time.

As a father, even in the days when he was separated from his daughter, he still paid attention to his daughter's growth bit by bit.

But Xiao An, who was in the crowd, noticed a very strange point.

"Dazhi, don't you think that Ding Ding and her adoptive mother look a little too alike?"

When no one brings up a regular thing, maybe everyone won't notice it. But once someone brings this law out, it quickly gets attention and verified.

When a group of people in the bun shop heard this, they all focused on the candid photo of Ding Ding and Ding Ding's mother in Dazhi's mobile phone.

In the photo, the mother and daughter are walking through the long street holding hands.

The expressions of the two people are very solemn, and judging from the photos, their facial features, and even the structure of their faces when frowning, are strikingly similar.

"Great Wisdom...... How was Tintin taken away in the first place?"

Faced with Hong Shan's question, Dazhi rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

After thinking for a while, he stumbled to recall.

The kindergarten teacher, Ding Ding's mother, and the lawyer went to Director Liu's place together. Said I couldn't raise Tintin and was taken away. ”

"That was the first time you met Tintin's mother?"

"Yes...... No, it's not. Before that, I, Tintin and I met her at the door of the welfare home when we came home from school. She was standing at the door of the welfare home, no, I don't know why she was crying very sadly. Heheheheuhuh, but I'm happy every time I walk there, and Tintin and I met in that place. Hehehe, uh, uh, uh......"

Dazhi's IQ and social experience are not enough to connect the logic of things.

But most of the people here have this ability.

Hearing Dazhi's description, everyone looked at each other.

"Dazhi, you might be able to snatch Tintin back. ”

Hong Shan and I entered both fists, and he was a little angry and a little excited.

"Why, why do you say that? Mr. Hong, you, have you thought of a way?"

"Not the way. Dazhi, are you sure you picked up Ding Ding at the door of the welfare home? ”

"Yes, yes. ”

"Dazhi, I'll tell you, but don't worry. Tintin's adoptive mother is likely to be her biological mother. ”

Hearing Hong Shan's speculation, Dazhi was stunned.

Afraid that Dazhi would think wrong, Hong Shan, Xiao An and the others hurriedly explained: "Dazhi, this doesn't mean that you can't take Ding Ding back. According to the law, it is a crime to abandon a baby, and we can tell the welfare institution or the court about it and ask them to do a paternity test. If they are really a mother-daughter relationship, you can bring Tintin back naturally!"

In the face of everyone's explanation, Dazhi was silent.

He clutched his apron and sat down on the stool in a daze.

Looking at the picture of Ding Ding in his phone, he shook his head.

"She's not doing it right, she's not doing it right. How could she abandon Tintin, and how could she hide that she was Tintin's mother?"

"Yes, she didn't do it right. And it's against the law. Dazhi, we can use this to get her to hand over the custody of Tintin! You may be able to reunite with Tintin soon!"

"No, don't. ”

In the face of everyone's excited proposal, Dazhi shook his head unexpectedly.

"Really, if that's the case...... Tintin will know. She, she's going to be very sad. Her mother threw her away and ruined her, her life. She, she's so small, her heart will die. ”

Seeing Dazhi's distressed appearance, everyone was silent.

With a lot of things on his mind, Dazhi returned to his residence and fell headlong on the bed.

This planting was planted from day to night.

The moment the hour and minute hands of the clock converged on nine, a knock at the door woke him from his contemplation.

He awkwardly got up and pulled the door open.

In front of the door, it was the woman who had been bothering him all afternoon.

In the arms of the woman, she held the sleeping Tintin.

Seeing Dazhi, the woman hesitated for a moment before raising her head and said, "Don't worry, she's fine." I took her to the amusement park in the afternoon and when I came back she was asleep. ”

"Oh,"

Dazhi nodded blankly, he really couldn't understand why this woman was here—with Tintin.

Seeing Dazhi's ignorant and puzzled look, the woman bit her lip.

"I wanted to take her home and carry her back to bed. I specially prepared a small bed for her...... But I'm worried about her. ”

As she spoke, the woman's tears fell.

"I'm afraid she'll want to come back to you when she wakes up. ”

"Daddy......"

In the woman's arms, it was as if she heard the voice of Dazhi, and Tintin muttered like a cat.

Sobbling her nose and holding back her tears, the woman sent Tintin to Dazhi.

Looking at her daughter, who was naturally lying in Dazhi's arms with a smile on her little face, she cried and laughed.

"You haven't seen the room I prepared for her. It was all the things I could think of, the most important thing a girl could ever think of. I've been preparing for a long time...... But she didn't like it. It's not that I don't like those things, it's that I don't like them. I've heard her talk about the amusement park so many times that I thought she liked it. I took her there today, and throughout the afternoon, she talked about her experience at the amusement park with you. I thought about it a lot in the past two days, and I used to think that I could give Tintin love that she never had. When she feels that love, she will be my daughter again. But I seem to be wrong......"

She gently stroked Tintin's back, and as if she was not satisfied with this level of intimacy, she leaned forward and kissed Tintin's head fiercely.

Then, as if all determination had been exhausted, he took a step back.

"Thank you, thank you for taking care of Tintin for so long. You really took good care of her, than ...... Better than her biological mother. ”

With a miserable smile, the woman turned away.

"Wait......"

Dazhi called out innocently.

The woman stopped.

"If I tell you a secret, you can help me keep it, no, don't you tell Tintin?"

The woman was stunned, and she nodded blankly.

"I, I can't actually take care of Tintin by myself. I, I've always wished Tintin had a mother. That's right, I wish Tintin had a mom. ”

Watching Dazhi speak at a slow pace, stumbling about his secrets and troubles, the woman's tears swelled even more.

"I, I need someone to help me. No, not just anyone. That person, must, must be able to be the red in her paintings. You, can you become, become the red in her paintings, red?"

Looking at Dazhi's star-like eyes in the dark, the woman smiled.

Her tears and snot flowed into her grinning mouth, and her face was full of gratitude and happiness.

She strode up to Dazhi and hugged Dazhi and Ding Ding in his arms.

"Thank you!"

Dazhi, who was reported tightly by a pair of arms, laughed innocently.

He leaned into the woman's ear and lowered his voice.

"Don't lose her again this time. ”

As if struck by lightning, the woman's whole body trembled.

Then, she hugged Dazhi even tighter.

"Thank you, thank you, I won't, in this life, not again. ”

The picture, on the three people who hugged each other under the starlight, gradually became illusory.

By the time the picture lights up again, the scene has changed;

Under the clear blue sky, a sports day for children and parents is underway.

Dazhi wore a clean and neat referee uniform and raised the starting pistol in his hand.

"Ready, ......"

When a few children heard the words, they ran out instantly.

"Open, go!"

Dazhi was half a beat slower than ever, and then pulled the starting pistol.

Facing Ding Ding's strange gaze at him, Dazhi was anxious.

"Tintin, you, you're already behind, run!"

"Ahh

Hearing Dazhi's reminder, Ding Ding hurriedly started.

Although the start was over, she ran fast.

In the audience, all the people Tintin knew, sat there.

There are three mentally handicapped friends of Dazhi, and there are fat brothers who wear suits and big gold chains, and seem to be fat brothers who have made a fortune. There is Teacher Zhou who is as thin as a bamboo with a smile on his face, Lao Liu, who is waving a small flag and shouting and cheering with his disabled son, Xiao Wang and his wife holding a baby, six aunts, and Da Zhao who is holding a dog. There are also Hong Shan and Hong Yi, father and son, as well as Xiao An and her father.

Of course, there is also Wang Chuqing, Ding Ding's mother.

"Come on, Tintin, run, come on!"

"Super! Tintin is super!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, you're going to get the first Tintin!"

"Yay!"

Watching Tintin struggle to cross the finish line, everyone jumped up from the audience.

But the happiest person is still Dazhi.

He threw away the starting pistol, ran frantically towards Tintin, grabbed her in the hand, and ran around the field in a 100-meter sprint.

Behind him, a group of Ding Ding's subordinates were defeated, rolling their eyes helplessly.

"Hahaha, Dad, slow down!"

"No, no, Daddy, as fast as Tintin runs!"

"Giggles, Daddy, Daddy! Tomorrow is your birthday, what do you want?

Amid the hearty laughter of Dazhi and Tintin, the camera begins to move upwards.

In the end, it was frozen in the blue sky and white clouds.

"Daddy doesn't want anything, Daddy only, just love! ”

With Dazhi's simple laughter, several children's graffiti-like characters appeared on the screen.

Directed by Li Shixin.

Thank you for watching.

Full film, end.

See this last frame, and the list of credits that randomly starts scrolling on the screen.

In the cinema, it blew up!

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