jingle.

The cell phone rang on the bed.

Sun Yat-sen tilted his head and looked over there. After a while, he slowly got up and picked up his phone to check.

"Take it to you!"

He raised his phone and wanted to fall down the ground when he saw the news. He hesitated and felt distressed. He pinched the phone tightly and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

The news was paid by the landlord. The water and electricity bill had not been paid last month. In the past, they would pay the salary in the middle of the month, but they still had not paid this month due to quarrels.

Press the keyboard to type my ex-girlfriend's mobile phone number, and Sun Yat-sen frowned and deleted it one by one.

"I'll send it to you tomorrow."

It's the last time.

By the way, I explained to the landlord that she was the only one who rented the house in the future, and she had moved out of her place.

After sending it, he got up and packed the computer mouse on the floor, picked up the stool, cleaned up the mess, took off his clothes and prepared to take a shower.

He should also wash his clothes... Sun Yat-sen habitually touched his pocket and found two pieces of paper.

Movie tickets.

I watched Tiny Times 4 last week. I saw it half bored and he fell asleep. Because of this, the two of them had a fight after the show and finally bought a set of moisturizing milk to solve the problem.

What a spicy chicken thing... Sun Wen tore the two movie tickets into pieces and scattered all over the floor, put on his clothes and walked out the door.

Now that I am free, I see whatever I want.

He took a taxi directly when he went out and went straight to Shengtian Square. He came to the fifth-floor cinema. He stood in front of the bar and hesitated without hesitation. "Speed ​​7, one, the latest show."

A large bucket of popcorn, a cup of big coke, and wearing 3D glasses that were equipped with in the theater, Sun Yat-sen sat in the middle of a row, leaning back on a chair and watching the long-awaited movie play on the screen.

He has always liked such exciting movies, rather than the so-called romance movies that he whined without any illness in his childhood.

Pretentious.

If it weren't for his ex-girlfriend, he wouldn't even bother to pay for it.

The atmosphere of the cinema is very good. As the movie gradually reaches its climax, the sports car on the screen completes a thrilling drift, causing a burst of exclamation. Sun Yat-sen pinchs the popcorn and turns his head excitedly, but he sees a strange face.

His heart suddenly became empty.

I will never sit in the cinema with her again.

After thinking about it, what if she is still together? She will never watch such a movie with herself.

This is not suitable...

But if it is not suitable, how could the two of them get together? It was still very suitable when they first started together.

Sun Wen was puzzled and thought for a long time but couldn't come up with the answer.

The manager of this cinema didn't know if there was something wrong with the air conditioner turning on very low temperatures. He shrank his body and watched the scene of the speed chase on the big screen expressionlessly.

Actually, if you recall carefully, it seems that my childhood was also good, and I don’t know why I fell asleep at that time.

If I hadn't fallen asleep, I might not have had a fight that day...

The air conditioner was also on at that time, and she seemed to be complaining?

I wonder if the people who watch movies with her will bring an extra coat to watch those love movies with her in the future.

Maybe she will find someone who also likes to watch romance movies?

No, maybe she will meet someone she really likes and becomes a fan of watching hot-blooded movies.

But that has nothing to do with me.

If...No if.

Sun Yat-sen felt his eyes a little sore, so he simply took off his 3D glasses and rubbed them. His naked eyes looked at the blurry big screen.

The connection between people is really weak. As soon as you separate, there will be no future at all. It is like a stranger, and each will have his own new life.

Whether it is intimate, quarrel, laughter, fight, or cold war, everything, the sour, sweet, bitter and spicy things in life, has nothing to do with the other party.

The movie is coming to an end, and the stranger next to him poked Sun Yat-sen's elbow and handed over a piece of tissue, "Brother, here."

"Thanks."

Sun Wen took it with some embarrassment, wiped it randomly on his face, and continued to look at the screen with his sniff.

After a while, he suddenly lowered his head and buried his face deep between his legs, not wanting others to discover his abnormality.

Maybe there will be someone who shouts in winter and puts his cold little hand into his neck, but it won't be her anymore.

Maybe someone would draw a smile on his belly with paint, lying straight on the bed for him to hug him, and would say that it was her fairy spirit that came down to earth, she would cover her face with mask and smile at her big face, and would pull his sleeve down to pull him into a short man...

But it wasn't her anymore.

I can no longer hear her laughing with her waist on her waist, nor can I see her sitting on the ground crying.

Sun Yat-sen had fantasized countless times what it would be like when she was separated from her, but never thought that when this day really came, all she missed was her goodness.

On the screen, Paul and Vin Diesel looked at each other in the car, and then drove their cars to go their separate ways.

The ending song sounded, and the picture turned black, turning into a mourning for Paul. The stranger next to him took off his glasses and sniffed, turned his head to look at Sun Yat-sen, and took out a tissue to hand it over.

He came to watch the second show. On the day of the premiere, many people left with red eyes when the show ended, so it was not surprising to Sun Yat-sen's performance.

"Brother."

The stranger patted Sun Wen's shoulder twice, but received no response. He sighed, "Oh, I understand your feelings. If you want to cry, just cry that day..."

"Woo woo..." Sun Wen cried out in depression.

"Yes, it's okay. You see so many people crying." He looked up and looked around. Half of them were leaving the scene, and half of them were sitting in their seats without moving. He was a little sad when he quietly watched the ending song subtitles.

"Oh, this is the second time I've seen it, but I can't help but be moved. Say goodbye to this. Many of them are sudden. Maybe one day when I turn around, the familiar will never be able to see the familiar one again..." The strange guy looked like a chatterbox and said in a nagging manner.

As a die-hard movie fan, he feels that he has a topic to talk about with this big man and has a common feeling.

Sun Yat-sen's crying became louder and louder, and finally turned into a loud cry.

“…”

The person who had not yet left the theater turned around in surprise and looked over. The stranger raised his hand awkwardly and didn't know whether he should continue to comfort him.

This iron rod is a bit too iron...

"It's not just a guy, just watch a movie. Why don't I ask you to go to the next door to watch a teddy bear slow? Or Chinatown? Terminator?"

The young man talked to himself, and the sadness brought to him by the movie had disappeared without a trace, but he was a little amused and crying.

Just a movie...

The ending song on the screen is still singing, and the 1.9-meter-old man sat in the middle and cried loudly.
Chapter completed!