Jiang glanced at his watch, then waved his hand, "I have to go home early to deal with people. See you later."
Schech waved mechanically, "Goodbye."
Shi Jinzhe: "It's nine o'clock, shall we go back?"
"I don't really want to go back." She had only been up for a few hours, and she knew that going back would only mean sleeping more. She wanted to do something else to pass the time.
Walking slowly forward for a while, Sher saw an LED screen on the exterior wall of another shopping mall playing movie trailers.
"Can we go see that?"
Shi Jinzhe looked in the direction she was pointing, “…Beauty and the Beast?”
"No, that was just now, it's over."
Shekh waited a while, and the screen finally switched to the movie she had just played. "It's this one."
Shi Jinzhe was speechless for a moment, then read out slowly and deliberately: "The Legend of the White Snake? A Cantonese opera movie? You have the patience?"
Shekh: "Yes."
Anything she hasn't seen before is new and exciting, and she likes it all.
"Okay..." Shi Jinzhe took out his phone and asked uncertainly before buying tickets, "How about we go home and watch it? It's quiet and comfortable at home."
Shekh insisted: "I won't go back."
I resigned myself to my fate. Before buying it, I specifically checked the movie reviews, and the rating was very high. I figured it wouldn't lead Sheikh astray.
Films with extremely niche performance styles, even those with well-known themes, will be scheduled by investors for the least popular times and theaters.
A quarter past ten o'clock, the two entered the screening room that had been temporarily booked.
Ten minutes into the performance, Schech commented, "It's kind of nice to listen to, even though I don't understand it."
Shi Jinzhe propped his head up and said, "I was already surprised that you could listen to this."
"It's pretty good."
As the plot unfolds, Shekh finally gets to see the story he's heard about for so long.
Xu Xian, lost and confused, and the White Snake, who was ready to die to drown Jinshan Temple, fought a battle between a demon and a Buddha, with towering waves crashing down. In the end, the White Snake was punished and imprisoned under a tower for a thousand years.
As the singing resumed, near the end of the song, Shekh asked, "The White Snake has never harmed anyone, so why aren't they allowed to be together? Is it just because humans and demons are different?"
"Yes, there is a difference between humans and transgender people."
Shi Jinzhe stared at the scrolling subtitles, "The White Snake is looking for the karma from a thousand years ago. Her thousand years is the fleeting life of several ordinary people."
Shekh calculated that a thousand years is a long time. Even if an ordinary person lives to be a hundred, that is still not a short time.
Shi Jinzhe grabbed her fingers as she was calculating: "From an outsider's perspective, we know that her child will eventually move the heavens to save his mother from the tower, but the characters in the play don't know what will happen if her child inherits the demon's abilities in the future?"
He said, "Actually, it's not just that there's a difference between humans and demons; the play also talks about the difference between immortals and mortals. When a person has abilities that transcend ordinary people, if he can't keep his true nature and does something, it's too unfair to those honest and law-abiding ordinary people."
Therefore, even if the White Snake's flooding of Jinshan Temple was understandable, she was still punished by being imprisoned under Leifeng Pagoda.
Even without malicious intent, an overly passionate and impulsive personality can easily lead to extremes. Who would dare gamble on that possibility? The good thing is only the White Snake, not a demon; she doesn't represent everyone else.
Sheh vaguely understood: "The immortals and demons in the plays are subject to many restrictions, just in case they break the rules?"
"Yes, it's already quite something when someone has power and influence. If they also have evil intentions and use sorcery, they're likely to disrupt the peace of the world."
Shi Jin leaned closer and said, "This is just spreading rumors and misleading the public."
Shekh looked at him thoughtfully, and after a long while said, "So that's why you weren't allowed to be born?"
Shi Jinzhe paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, “That makes a lot of sense. With my abilities, I should be able to be a living bodhisattva in this world.”
"And what about me?"
"You are a living Yama."
"Isn't there a better name for you?"
"My wife's voice is the best."
Shekh ignored him, saying, "Husband doesn't sound good."
"You can call me wife, I don't mind, we're family anyway."
"...When time runs out, what about the bottom line?"
"I have no bottom line when it comes to you."
Shi Jinzhe, with his arms half-dragging and half-embracing, led Sher out. The movie in another hall had just ended, and the audience poured out, making the already darkened mall seem less deserted.
The two walked slowly, lagging behind the crowd, attracting a lot of attention.
Sheikh was still thinking about the movie he had just watched. "I thought you would explain it from Xu Xian's perspective."
"I won't say it. If I do, people will say I'm speaking up for Xu Xian. I don't want to make a fool of myself."
"So you actually have some ideas?"
"Not really." Shi Jinzhe had put himself in Xu Xian's shoes and thought about it. "Just looking at this version, without considering other adaptations and folk legends, Xu Xian made the decision that any ordinary person would make. People criticize him, but if they were in his bed and saw a big snake, they would probably all be like Xu Xian who wanted to run away."
After finishing, Shi Jinzhe added, "Of course, I'm definitely different."
"Yes, you're different. If you have a tail, it's spring all year round."
"It's okay to not have a tail, that's just how humans are, you can't say that about me."
"Whether it's spring or not for others has nothing to do with me," Shekh said casually, quickening his pace. "I can smell roasted chicken wings. Let's go get some late-night snacks."
Time flies, and my thoughts are jumping around so fast; it's already about food again.
...
12:30 a.m.
Shech's "smell" went directly to the barbecue restaurant in the suburbs.
There were two or three tables nearby where people were enjoying their meals, so Shi Jinzhe wiped the tables for her twice. "Actually, I also have a question I'd like to ask."
Sheikh: "What?"
"Would you flood Jinshan Temple for me?"
"I could bury you and the gold mountain together."
"I guess I really made a fool of myself," Shi Jinzhe said, feigning sadness.
Shekh couldn't stand him like this; even the smallest thing made him look so heartbroken.
In response, she chose to back down, saying, "Don't look at me like I'm a dead wife."
"..."
Now that the time is up, there's no point in pretending anymore; it's too unlucky.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com