The audience came in one after another. Su Qingyun and his friends had a good seat, in the middle. As soon as they sat down, the seats around them were also full. It seemed that there were quite a lot of people here.
By the time the noise died down, the movie was about to start. Nowadays, movies are shown using movie projectors, with two landline projectors taking turns showing the movie. This way, there is no break to change the film. After all, if the movie suddenly stops for a few minutes while you are watching, it will affect the viewing experience.
Projectionists will be strictly trained and assessed on these things. A qualified film projectionist can achieve seamless switching. Film projectionists are very popular in this era. Even temporary projectionists' salaries are higher than those of regular workers in a factory.
This movie is about a child named Xiaosong who was found by a troop in the dense forest in the winter of 1943 with a gunshot wound in the leg. Later, Xiaosong participated in the struggle and became an outstanding soldier.
Although the plot is not complicated, the actors' performances are good and the lines are powerful. Everyone watched it with great interest and their hearts were moved by the plot and the characters' experiences.
But... not all the audience in the cinema came for the movie. For example, the man and woman sitting in front of Su Qingyun and Ji Yue. Through the gap between the chairs, under the dim light, Su Qingyun watched as their hands slowly hooked together after several rounds of trial and error, and then clasped their hands tightly, their fingers interlocked.
Good man, who says people of this generation are conservative? Isn't this quite bold? It's already happening. Will there be any more restrictive scenes later? Su Qingyun couldn't help but think about it.
Ji Yue obviously saw this scene as well. He looked away unnaturally, but his mind was filled with the image of those hands intertwined. If only... if those were his and Qingyun's hands...
Wait, what is he thinking! Ji Yue woke up with a start, feeling hot all over. He couldn't help but pull at the collar of his shirt and clear his dry throat.
"What's wrong?" Su Qingyun whispered. Because she was afraid of disturbing others, she was very close to Ji Yue and almost whispered into his ear.
Ji Yue only felt his ears tingling and itching, making him tremble. A wave of heat surged up, and the fragrance of the girl hit his nostrils, making him dizzy. His ears turned red almost instantly, and he turned to the side uncomfortably to keep some distance.
What's wrong? Su Qingyun looked at him in confusion.
"It's okay, I'm just a little thirsty." Ji Yue explained in a hoarse voice.
"Maybe I ate something salty tonight. I should have bought two bottles of soda earlier."
"It's okay, let's watch a movie first." Ji Yue said hurriedly.
Su Qingyun sat up straight again and watched the movie attentively.
Ji Yue closed his eyes, his mind no longer on the movie, his mind full of the feeling of that moment. He put his hand on his chest, "Boom, boom, boom..." The deafening heartbeat reminded him of the throbbing just now.
It’s really crazy. Ji Yue’s clear eyes were as dark as ink.
At the end of the film, the protagonist's heroic deeds and the tragic music made people completely immersed in it. Even after the movie was over, everyone was still savoring it.
Old movies also have the flavor of old movies. They don’t have such a heavy commercial atmosphere and exaggerated special effects. They are still worth watching.
"Let's go." Su Qingyun said, and she stood up.
"Yeah." Ji Yue also stood up.
The two walked out of the cinema. It was already past nine o'clock and there were almost no people on the street. The cold wind blew, penetrating into people's bones. Su Qingyun couldn't help but wrap his clothes tightly.
"Is it cold?" Ji Yue asked.
"A little bit." Su Qingyun's voice was a little trembling.
Ji Yue frowned. It would take a while to walk from here to the research institute. He hesitated for a moment, took off the scarf from his neck, passed it through Su Qingyun's slender white neck, and tied it up after wrapping it around a few times.
The scarf with residual warmth instantly made Su Qingyun feel warm, and there was the fresh scent of a boy between her nostrils. Su Qingyun was stunned, opened her mouth, and remained silent for a long time.
Only after Ji Yue tied it did he realize how abrupt his action was, and a look of annoyance crossed his brows.
"sorry."
"Thanks."
The two of them said in unison, their eyes met, and they saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
"Puchi!" Su Qingyun couldn't help but burst out laughing first. "What are you doing? Why are you saying sorry?"
Ji Yue also smiled. In the cold night, the boy's smile was like a ray of rising light. "Then you don't have to say thank you to me."
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