"Meeting You Again in the Time of Falling Flowers" has only been shown twice, but it has already caused unprecedented discussion. More and more people want to watch this film.
By the noon show, there was a long queue in front of the ticket counter, and many people were waiting in the lounge and at the door.
After many days of rumors about the popcorn monster, the flow of customers finally reached a peak again.
The owner was away, and Fu Chi took it upon himself to take on the responsibility of watching the store. He has been maintaining order at the door and answering questions and guiding customers who came to the cinema for the first time.
At first, the people did not dare to talk to Fu Chi. This man did not look or dress like someone from the Dawu Dynasty, and he exuded an aura of "no strangers allowed".
They were really curious about the cinema. People were talking about the new movies that had just been released in the cinema, almost everywhere, in teahouses, restaurants, and the market. Later, a student from the academy took the initiative to ask, and then solved the dilemma for everyone.
The last show in the afternoon started. Many guests who didn't buy tickets lingered at the door for a long time and dispersed in frustration.
Fu Chi sat in the rest area, leaning against the back of the chair, lowering his head slightly, and gently rubbing his eyebrows with his right hand.
At the end of the day, he did nothing but work like a doorman, and he was very tired.
The popcorn advertisement began to play on the advertising screen again, and the iconic background music sounded. Fu Chi opened his eyes and looked at the man who appeared on the screen, with a puzzled expression.
Sure enough, no matter how many times he watched it, the man who appeared at the beginning still looked like someone he knew.
That person had an accident half a year ago, and his body was almost lost.
Is this a coincidence?
Or...
He didn't pay attention in the morning, and when he found this person later, the owner had already left.
This matter has been choking him since the morning. He asked Uncle Ming and learned that the advertisement was shot by the owner and the staff of the snack bar together.
Fu Chi wanted to go to the snack bar to inquire, but was persuaded by Uncle Ming.
When the owner is not here, you don't have the authority to go to any store at will, especially snack bars and nail salons.
One is that the store itself is very scary, and the other is that the staff are not easy to deal with. Except for the owner, no one will obey.
Lu Yao returned to the cinema. The last show had just ended, and the guests were coming out of the screening room. Many of them had red eyes. When
most people had left, Lu Yao called Crying Eight to wait for her in the lounge.
She went into the lounge first and took out the hair dyeing tools, materials and tablet from her portable storage.
Fu Chi wanted to call her, but the owner slipped away too quickly.
All the customers left, and the employees knew that the owner was going to do Kuba's hair today, so they quickly finished cleaning and gradually gathered in the lounge.
Lu Yao pushed out a two-layer cart similar to a barber shop tool table, "Except Kuba, everyone who has nothing to do can leave."
The employees were silent, staring at her eagerly, and then looked at the cart in front of her - scissors, combs, several glass bottles filled with unknown liquids, and a few tools whose uses were unknown. Lu Yao
sat down, picked up the tablet from the cart, and waved to Ku Ba, "Before dyeing your hair, come and take a look at this. You need to know something first."
Ku Ba looked at the people around him, walked to Lu Yao and sat down. He couldn't take his eyes off the photos on the tablet, "What is this?"
"Your hair is very long, and dyeing it all purple may make it a little heavy. These are some hairstyle references. Do you like any of them?"
Lu Yao had taken some photos of Ku Ba before, and found relatively suitable ancient hairstyles on the Internet. After a little adjustment, he photoshopped them onto Ku Ba's head, directly showing the effects of various hairstyles on his head.
Zhu Zhu, Wen Jian, and Gou Zi couldn't help but come over to watch Ku Ba flip through the photos one by one.
After working in the cinema for a while, the clerks' acceptance ability is much higher than that of passers-by, but they were still shocked by Ku Ba's photos.
Zhu Zhu glanced at the photo, then looked up at Kuba, "Kuba in the picture has already dyed his hair!"
Wen Jian and Gou Zi also looked incredulous, wondering why this happened.
Gou Zi: "Could this be Kuge's brother?" Kuba
frowned: "I have been alone since I was a child, and I have no brothers."
Wen Jian: "Then what's going on?"
Lu Yao looked calm, "This is Kuba, you know what a photo is, right?"
The clerk saw Lu Yao taking a photo with his mobile phone and nodded blankly.
Lu Yao: "I have a photo of Kuba, and then I used photo editing software to adjust and change his hairstyle, and finally it became like this."
Just because they didn't understand, Lu Yao took out his mobile phone, picked a photo from the album at random, and demonstrated it simply. .
Four shop assistants surrounded the shopkeeper tightly in the middle. Her fingers kept moving, and the image on the screen changed accordingly.
Fu Chi, who was sitting opposite, suddenly found this scene very interesting.
This was not the first time he saw Lu Yao showing electronic products to the people of Dawu Dynasty.
The people of Dawu Dynasty did not even have the concept of steam power and electricity, and the Internet was something that was so far ahead of them.
In a world without any scientific theoretical foundation and material concept, showing these items was like a god showing off his unfathomable power, which was dangerous and futile.
He felt that the shopkeeper should not be unable to see this.
But no matter whether it was the shop assistants or the customers, as long as they were curious, she would never tire of demonstrating the uses of various items, interspersed with some superficial explanations. In
the first two days after he started working, he watched Zhu Zhu and Wen Jian struggling to use the computer to sell tickets and clumsily dragging the mouse to handle some simple procedures, and he found it incredible.
I don’t know how the owner taught them, but he really taught them.
Suddenly, Fu Chi’s heart skipped a beat and he had some ideas.
He quickly stood up and walked to the door, left the cinema, returned to the shopping street, and strode towards the Maserati parked not far away.
The camera equipment has been in the car, but he hasn’t had the idea of taking pictures for a long time.
Just now, a brilliant idea came to his mind.
When time goes back thousands of years for no reason, a strange store connected to the future appears in the ancient dynasty under feudal rule. What kind of impact will it bring to this dynasty?
How will the world develop in the future?
How will people's lives, concepts, and history change?
Fu Chi hurriedly took out the machine and laboriously moved it to the cinema.
He wanted to record the process of the people of Dawu Dynasty changing under the influence of the cinema.
Fu Chi was emotional and a little regretful. Why didn't he think of it earlier?
If he had thought of it earlier, he would have entered the cinema as soon as possible and recorded the most primitive state of Dawu Dynasty. Now he has missed it.
He can feel that in less than a month, the existence of the cinema has already had an impact on that world, but it is still very small now.
Ji Feiming came out of the blind box store and saw Fu Chi struggling with a heavy machine in the middle of the street. He walked over and stretched out his hand, revealing the ring on his index finger, "Take it to the cinema? I'll help you deliver it."
Fu Chi's forehead was sweating. He looked up at him and shook his head: "Why bother you? I can do it myself."
Ji Zhixin's uncle has a high status in the Ji family. Now the two of them are in the same unit, which is also very incredible.
Ji Feiming's mind moved, and all the machines in Fu Chi's hand entered the space ring. He turned around with his hands behind his back and said: "I'm a deliveryman, let's go."
Fu Chi was stunned for a while and hurriedly chased after him, "Uncle Ming, what's going on?"
Since he joined the cinema, he also joined the small group of employees in the shopping street. He heard that Uncle Ming's job was to deliver goods, but he didn't know that he had this ability.
Uncle Ming walked to the door of the cinema, took out the filming equipment from the ring, turned around and waved his hand, "It seems that you still don't understand the owner."
Fu Chi's eyebrows moved slightly, and he saw the silver ring on Ji Feiming's finger, and he hadn't connected them yet: "Is your ability related to the owner?"
Ji Feiming looked calm: "The mooncake gift boxes from the furry shop cannot be brought to this world, you should understand this. Then I go to many stores every day to deliver goods. If I don't have special props, how can I move so many fruits, vegetables and meat purchased from other stores?"
The silver ring on Uncle Ming's finger is so simple that it has no sense of existence. If he didn't show it intentionally, he would really not notice it.
Fu Chi stared, unable to believe it, "This ring... Is it a space ring?"
He just guessed casually.
Uncle Ming nodded.
Fu Chi stood blankly at the door, "..."
He knew that this street was unusual. The existence of the furry shop and the cinema was constantly beating the knowledge and experience he had accumulated over decades of life. Maybe because the shop owner had always acted calm and normal, he also subconsciously numbed himself and regarded these incredible things as normal.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Chi was startled and suddenly came to his senses.
At this time, what was the difference between him and the people of the Dawu Dynasty?
Fu Chi pushed the camera into the cinema. Ku Ba had already washed his hair, and was sitting in front of a standing dressing mirror with a waterproof cloth around him, looking a little nervous.
Ku Ba's hair was long and black, and the hair quality was very good.
Lu Yao felt that he had to cut it and highlight part of it, and the effect would be very good.
However, in this era, there is a saying that "the hair on your body is from your parents", and cutting your hair is a serious matter. Most of the time, shaving your hair means cutting off the dust and becoming a monk.
The choice is up to Kuba.
Kuba flipped through the photos, struggling for a long time, and finally decided to cut some off.
Wen Jian, Zhu Zhu and Gou Zi were all stunned. Kuge really worked hard to dye his hair.
Lu Yao was holding a pair of scissors, ready to cut off some wet hair first, when he saw Fu Chi carrying a camera in, he was a little confused: "Where did you get so many machines?"
Fu Chi wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I want to take a picture of you dyeing his hair, is that okay?"
Lu Yao went to see Ku Ba, "What do you think?"
Ku Ba was puzzled: "How do we shoot it?"
"It's similar to what we did before in the restaurant with our cell phones, but Xiao Fu's equipment is more professional, and the result will be very good." Lu Yao said.
Ku Ba immediately remembered what happened that time and nodded, "Okay."
When Wen Jian and the others heard that they were going to shoot, and heard that movies were made in a similar way, they immediately gathered around Fu Chi and observed his movements curiously.
With Ku Ba and the shop owner as the center, Fu Chi set up three fixed cameras and carried a machine in his hand to shoot the entire hair dyeing process from all angles.
The hair dyeing process is very troublesome. To dye it into purple, pink and other colors, you need to whiten your hair first.
Ku Ba's hair is long and thick, so he cut some of it off, and the bleaching and dyeing process is still very long.
However, Lu Yao used some magic to simplify the steps.
The hair dye also added magic herbs from the Alexandrian continent, and used the technology of crystal core energy liquid to extract and fuse. It is easier to color than ordinary hair dyes in Lu Yao's world, and the color is long-lasting, and the damage to the hair is minimized.
Even so, this process is still cumbersome and long. As
the sky gradually darkened, Wen Jian, Zhu Zhu and others had to leave first.
The next morning, Wen Jian and Zhu Zhu met at the door of the cinema.
Zhu Zhu looked at each other and was a little surprised: "Good morning."
Wen Jian nodded: "You are early too."
Before they entered the door, they heard hurried footsteps behind them. Gouzi ran over panting and asked: "How is Ku's hair?"
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