Chapter 22 Movie II

Until this moment, I didn't know when Zhao Min rested his head on my shoulder, and when our hands were held together.

Years later, every time I think about this moment because of forced physical stimuli, I feel lucky. It's just that this kind of luck is called once!

"From the first glance to now, I was convinced that you were!" Later, I was accused of saying that the tone of the words was proud, straightforward, and fake, but it was sweet, because it was a sugar coating wrapped in the bitter mantra.

"Then will you love me with your life as Jack did to Rose?"

"Hmm...... If you need it at this moment, I will not hesitate to do so, and if you ask about the future, I really don't know now. ”

Maybe we were all brainwashed by "Titanic" and let the chef say the words that should have been written by hand in the notes and were thrown into the dust in a corner.

After that, no one spoke, and I only felt Zhao Min grip my hand tighter. We watched silently as Heart of the Ocean slowly returned to the ocean, in "My Hea."

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At the end of the play, the lights are on. The intense lighting instantly pulled me out of the dreaminess of the movie, and I suddenly felt empty in my heart. At the same time as the light was on, Zhao Min also quickly let go of her right hand that was holding my left hand, and glanced at each other, I caressed the tears on her face with my eyes - pear blossoms bring rain, and I see pity.

I gently pressed one hand on the chair and slowly straightened up, silently walking forward, now she followed closely behind me, and the whole screening room could only hear the rustling sound of clothes and fabrics rubbing against each other, and even the sound of footsteps could not be heard.

When it comes to watching movies, how can you not think of when you were a child.

I remember when I was a kid we also had a movie theater in our village, but it was open-air, on a hillside south of my house. In fact, the mountains of my hometown were definitely majestic in my young heart, but when I went around outside and returned to my hometown, it was difficult to justify its majesty.

Passing through a fence gate, a few meters away was (perhaps I counted) the steps made of rusty red rock. After reaching the top, there is a row of bungalows on the left-hand side, where I watched a Taiwanese movie "Mom Loves Me Again" when I was a child. I remember that everyone was crying at that time, especially when the song "Only Mom is good in the world" sounded.

The theater is surrounded by a fence, and in front of it is an open slope, along which rows of neatly arranged cement benches stretch from high to low to the big screen (it should be said that it is a giant screen, if you compare the screens of some luxury theaters today, then the latter is a minor). ) before the edge of the small pond.

As for the small pond, I can't think of anything it does until now. I remember watching a movie on a rainy day, and the picture on the screen gradually began to blur, until finally I only heard its sound and could not distinguish its shadow. In the beam of the projector, I saw a cloud of smoke above the small pond, which lasted for a long time, and finally the audience ended happily.

In the very center of the theater there is a small house, which is the screening room. Whenever the projector was diagonally and refilmant, there were always some mischievous children who gestured to the beam of light on the screen. During the screening, if someone passes by under the beam, it will also leave a silhouette of that moment in the sound of disdain.

Whenever there is a movie screening, the last row is the domain of the hawkers. A person, a carpet, a maza, a lantern, sell some peanuts, melon seeds or something.

The open-air cinema is not lit, and the moviegoers are holding flashlights, which of course can also rub the light.

I still remember a young lady in this group of vendors, but back in the days she should have been called sister-in-law or aunt. Many years after I had become a big brother, I recognized her at the market one winter, with her hair cut short, green silk mixed with many gray hairs, and rough hands wrapped in medical white adhesive strips. But what still lingered in my eyes at that time was her black and shiny braids, her immature face that always wore a smile, and her big eyes that always shone with a kind light.

She wore a half-worn dark red floral cloth jacket; The lower body is a pair of navy blue half-worn kun pants with trouser legs, because there are obvious creases that bulge outward at the hem; On his feet, he wears handmade foam-soled cotton shoes, although the soles have been thin and deformed, they are still as clean as clothes.

Although it was winter now, her cheeks were no longer apple-red, her face was full of vegetables, her expression was blank, and her lips were cracked, and if it weren't for the scabs at the corners of her mouth, I think I would have been hard to recognize her. She is still setting up a stall, but she no longer sells peanuts and melon seeds.

When I bought something and paid for her, I finally saw her smile, but her smile made me feel strange, as if she really didn't recognize me......

(Note: I only saw the horse lantern when I was a child, but I didn't have a memory.) According to older people, it is a semi-circular fuel tank as a base, extending upwards into an almost trapezoidal frame. The top end of the frame is flanked by two earrings that hold wire handles in place, and in the middle there is a cylinder resembling a cup holder, above which there is a perforated lid with a handle buckle on the lid. The sleeve in the saucer and the wire on the base are used to secure the oval glass cover on the outside of the wick. Next to the bottom end of the glass cover is the lid of the fuel tank. The head is just above the base, like a convex lettering. On the side of the base there is a twist that adjusts the brightness by changing the wick length. )

Later, the open-air theater was abandoned for some reason. But it opened up in another form, and in late spring and early summer, it became the main battlefield for us mud monkeys to conduct on-the-ground CS with water guns.

I have the impression that although the water guns we used at that time were of different colors and shapes, they were of a single type, all of them were pistol styles. Due to the influence of the Anti-Japanese War drama, the barge water gun used by the Eighth Route Army in the imitation drama is particularly favored.

There is also a kind of earth water gun, which greatly expands the source of troops due to the extremely low cost. It is a simple water spray device made of one dime two, about 20 centimeters long, truncated under the bicycle valve, tied a dead knot at one end, and filled with water from the other end with a medical syringe that has removed the needle, and after filling with water, the adjustment switch removed from the dropper is turned off, and then a simple water spray device made of empty ballpoint pen refills that have been ground off the steel balls.

I remember a guy who secretly poured his sister's blue ink into a water gun during a game, and of course ended up being beaten up by a few of us fake Smurfs. When he got home, his ass was "touched" by his parents again!

Years later, when I passed by the open-air cinema again (in fact, it didn't even leave a trace), many old images suddenly broke the shackles of time and flooded the buildings in front of me in an instant......