The two of them sat in the center of the fourth row, white light shining on their faces.

There were only the two of them in the theater, and the light path of the projector crossed a long distance and was projected onto the curtain, and the dust fluttered gently in the light path.

The theater does look a bit old, the red sofa seats have turned slightly black and pilling, and the black carpet has a few small holes, revealing the gray concrete floor, but no one notices.

Qin Siyuan took off his mask, revealing his delicate little face and crystal clear mouth.

She keeps the Coke in the jack on her right, and in her left hand she holds the popcorn bucket to keep it from falling.

She has always looked forward to this kind of time, who can sit side by side in the movie theater and watch their favorite movies together.

After so many years, Qin Siyuan didn't talk about friends, and she didn't even have a person to talk to, although she couldn't speak.

Although it seems like a bad joke, the sad thing is that no one wants to communicate with her.

One is because of her special status, and the other is because everyone thinks she has a withdrawn personality and doesn't know what to communicate with people.

Her world is equally simple, school, family, sword, sword, and sword.

She spends a small portion of her time with schoolwork and her family, and the rest with the sword.

Then she left a little time for her favorite Transformers, and her room was lined with rows and rows of Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Barricades, and Megatron.

Qin Siyuan doesn't have any annoying characters, when she first watched it when she was a child, she still hated the villains in it, this kind of world-destroying guy is really hateful, and later.

Oh, so my family is the biggest villain in the world.

It turns out that our family is in the business of killing people.

So since then, she has not been so disgusted with the bad characters like Barricade and Megatron, and since she has grown up, she also knows that these are not true, but she thinks that these silver and gray Cybertrons in it are quite handsome.

Qin Siyuan was nine years old when she first knew what her family was doing, and she unexpectedly didn't have any mood swings, or she actually expected it, because her father was that kind of person, and he was as cold as a sword.

The sword is not good or bad, black and white, the sword is just a sharp weapon, a sharp weapon used to kill people, some people use the sword to protect others, and some people use the sword to hurt others.

And his father, to Qin Siyuan, felt like a ruthless sword.

He only has a bit of an emotional change when he faces his own mother.

But his mother died when he was in kindergarten, and then Qin Siyuan's memory of his mother became blurred, his mother seemed to have taught him a lot of things, and he also said a lot to himself, but at that time he was too young, and he only remembered that his mother's arms were very warm.

At that time, she threw herself into her mother's arms, feeling her mother caressing her head and saying something?

It seems that he is talking about his father?

But after so much time, Qin Siyuan really doesn't remember much.

Qin Siyuan's memory of Qin Guang was even more blurred, and the two basically didn't see each other much, only meeting each other every quarter when they held a family meeting.

Qin Siyuan sat in the corner of the conference room, playing with her mobile phone, on which she would browse all kinds of new screening information, swiping through one picture after another.

Anyway, no one cared about her, and she didn't dare to care about her, she just sat there quietly, watching her father talk in front of everyone with her spare eyes, and looking at the Mao suit that Qin Guang was wearing.

It wasn't until yesterday that she noticed that her father, Qin Guang, was already old.

White hairs grew on his head.

It turns out that he is not a sword.

Qin Siyuan stuffed the popcorn into his mouth and glanced at Li Fei, who was quite happy and looked immersed in it.

But can he really see it?

After all, this is the fourth part, not the first, I don't know if he can understand the relationship between the characters.

On the screen was a flash of fierce battle among the Cybertrons, fierce fire, Li Fei's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but whisper "oh" twice.

It's really handsome.

Why doesn't it shine when you fight yourself?

Li Fei thought about it, there is a trick in the Qin family's swordsmanship that has a bit of that flavor, although he has mastered the entire thirteen styles, but the most proficient is the first five styles.

Broken water, thunder, wind, rain, torrents.

Then there is the thirteenth form, the god retreats.

The sixth to tenth styles are completely different sword moves.

Stone wears, flint, prairie fire, sunshine, sky flame.

The first five moves are long and strong, the more qi you have, the stronger you fight, especially the torrent, Li Fei can cross the realm and fight sword moves with others, all of them are the benefits of eating more aura in the body, and others don't know how to fight with others.

But the next five moves are to highlight an explosive strength, to burst out the qi in the body in an instant, happy revenge, and cut it apart.

Li Fei can use these five tricks, but they are all in the realm of being able to use them, and they are still far from being proficient.

People have personalities, according to Qin Qiu's words.

Although your character is very strong, you are still gentle at times, so when you use these five moves, there is no way to fully integrate with the swordsmanship itself.

You have to know what kind of mind the person who invented this trick had in mind, and he had an endless flame in his heart, a fire that wanted to burn the heavens and the earth to the ground.

Take the fire of flint, get the momentum of the prairie fire, take the glow of the rising sun, and use the fire of the sky to burn this world to the ground!

Do you understand?

Li Fei nodded and said that he didn't seem to understand.

Qin Qiu patted him on the head.

"It's okay, I'm not as good as you in the first few moves, what I'm best at is flint, and what I'm not good at is cutting water, if we're the same age, your first few moves are better than mine."

Li Feiquan thought that Qin Qiu was comforting him, and he would understand that he would be elusive.

As soon as the camera turned, I saw a blue helicopter fall and turn into a samurai.

"Loyalty is like a fragile flower, in the midst of a storm of fear and temptation."

Qin Siyuan listened, was stunned for a moment, threw this sentence out of his mind, and asked in a whisper in Li Fei's ear.

"How? Interesting? ”

She was a little worried, what if Li Fei didn't find it interesting?

Wouldn't the two be friends in this way, no, how could a friend have such a fragile relationship, but if Li Fei felt that it was not good to look at the large number of models placed in his home, he was embarrassed to take them out and share them with Li Fei.

Li Fei nodded.

"It's funny."

Not to talk about swordsmanship, Li Fei thinks it's very interesting.

Watching a movie is interesting in itself.

The feeling that the eyes and ears are completely occupied, an hour and a half to two and a half hours, without thinking about anything, and the feeling of being fully immersed in the plot.

Very interesting.

Qin Siyuan unconsciously hooked a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Really? That's good. ”

She reached into the popcorn bucket with the fingers of her right hand, touched a somewhat rough, tough hand, froze for a moment, and withdrew her hand like lightning.

Yes...... It was Li Fei's hand.