I walked in the garden for more than ten minutes when I saw the nets of the night slowly falling from the walls and trees. Two or three crows flew over the treetops with tired sighs. A small bird suddenly swooped down from the branch of the osmanthus tree, and flew through the camellia tree with only one green leaf left, and flew to the side of the rockery.

Lao Yao and his wife came. The lady still had her smile on her face. She wore a gray tweed cheongsam with a short black velvet waist. Lao Yao also took off his robe, changed into a suit, and put a thin jacket on his left shoulder.

"Lao Li, let's go, don't you take something?" Lao Yao stood in front of the stone railing and shouted happily.

"Good. I don't take anything," I replied as I walked up the stone steps and along the railing to meet them.

"Mr. Lai, I'm sorry to delay your work again," Mrs. Yao apologized to me with a smile.

"Mrs. Yao, you are too polite. He knew" (I pointed to her husband) "I'm a movie buff," I replied with a laugh. "You invited me to watch a movie and said you were sorry for me, so what should I say?"

"Don't say any more kind words, let's go, otherwise it will be too late," Lao Yao urged beside him.

We walked out of the garden gate. Three cars were already waiting outside the second door. The couple got into their chartered bus, and I got on the street car and walked out of the gate.

Two streets later, at the crossroads, the friend broke up with his wife. After another six or seven streets, our two cars stopped in front of the movie theater.

I looked up at the clock and knew that it was still eight or nine minutes before the show started. There were only a dozen people in front of the cinema. Today's film is "War Clouds and Tears", there is no big star among the actors, and it is a story during the American Civil War, which is not in line with the taste of the audience here.

The theater is quite spacious, with less than 60% of the seats. In the row in front of us, there were five empty seats. Mrs. Yao was reading the manual, but before she finished reading it, the lights went out.

The screen shows the life of a harmonious family, in a quiet, beautiful rural setting. Then comes a series of simple sad stories. My heart aches for the fate of those who are good. I saw Mrs. Yao rubbing her eyes with a handkerchief, and I heard her exhale slightly.

When the father who came back from the battlefield was lying on the couch and breathing, the film suddenly stopped. The lights are back on. Mrs. Yao sighed and buried her head silently. I lifted my face and stared aimlessly at some of the seats.

I was stunned for a moment. In the three rows of seats in front of me to the right, I saw the Yang family child, the same one I saw at the entrance of the Great Immortal Temple earlier. He was talking to a middle-aged lady next to him, who had a little powder on her face, her hair combed into a bun, a gray velvet shirt over her blue cheongsam, and a young man in a gray suit to her right, she turned her head to the side and said a few words to the young man, and she smiled, and the young man laughed too. Then the young man suddenly looked back at the back. I could see his face clearly. In addition to his hair combed very smoothly and his face was relatively white, his face was cast in the same mold as the face of the children of the Yang family.

What a coincidence! A lot of things come together. Unexpectedly, I saw the mother of the Yang family's children and his brother in this movie theater again.

The lights went out again. The film continues to be screened. Eventually, the war ended, and the soldiers returned to their hometowns. The good girl had seen the return of her lover after all in a desperate long wait on the grange she had rebuilt with her mother.

People left their seats and left. The lights came back on. Mrs. Yao glanced at me and stood up. I said to her briefly, "It's not bad." She nodded and replied, "I didn't expect that." ”

Mrs. Yao was afraid of crowding, so she advocated letting others go out first. By the time we got to the door, the car had already been emptied. I saw the Yang mother and son get on the last three street cars and leave.

Lao Li was waiting for Mrs. Yao at the foot of the steps, and when he saw her, he said loudly, "Madam, the car is here." ”

"Where's Mr. Lai's car?" Mrs. Yao asked.

Lao Li replied: "I hired one and robbed it for others." There are fewer cars today. To the front most of the hired gets. Does the wife want to sit first? ”

I hurriedly said, "Mrs. Yao, please get in the car first." I'll go to the front and hire a car myself. If you don't have a car, it's easy to walk back. ”

"Lao Li, you pull the car back. I walked with Mr. Li for a while, waiting for a car to be hired before sitting. Hengzhu's weather is good tonight, and there is a moon," Mrs. Yao did not speak to me, but gently instructed Lao Li.

"Yes, ma'am," replied Li respectfully.

I had no choice but to walk down the stairs with Mrs. Yao. Lao Li pulled the car and walked slowly in front. The two of us followed.