"Haha, isn't this coming out?" The village chief broke free from the hands of his two sons, and staggered a few steps forward. His snow-white hair was blown away by the wind, and the corners of his mouth were split to the sides. He suddenly turned to look at everyone, his right hand Pointing to the front and roaring, "This is what you want, this is the theater of life!"
After a brief silence, one foot moved, then another, followed by loud footsteps.
"Don't get in the way!" The big lottery winner who ran at the front waved his hand.
Ning Ning and Ning Yuren hurriedly gave way, and were forced to the corner of the stage by the almost crazy crowd, supporting each other, watching the group of people running towards the cinema deep in the thick fog, squeaking, pushing the door. There was a sound, like a hungry beast opening its mouth.
The backs disappeared one by one into that mouth.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" The village chief was unaware, and was still commanding at the door, waving one hand vigorously, his face flushed with excitement, "Go in, go in! When you go in, you will know who to trust. Go in! There are all kinds of prosperity, wealth, and wealth in it, and as long as one family goes in, future generations will benefit endlessly! Wait... wait!"
He reached out his hand to stop his young son, his expression was amazed and anxious: "What are you doing in here?"
The younger son's face was red and his ears were red. He was a little embarrassed. He looked at the movie theater for a while, and the village chief for a while, and said with a smile, "Dad, you let me in, but none of our family has ever been in... You let me in, I'll bring Would you like to make a fortune with your brother?"
The village chief was about to say something to him when another figure hurried past him.
is his eldest son.
"Don't, come back!" The village chief hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold the other party, but he didn't. The eldest son disappeared into the thick fog, and even the younger son took the opportunity to get out of his palm and chased into the thick fog.
Things got out of hand.
Not only the outsiders, but the two of them took the lead, and the villagers also rushed in together.
The opportunity to change the fate of a person and a family, how many people can resist such temptation
… all remember the benefits that the cinema can give them, but can’t remember the cost…
"Come back! Come back quickly, you can't go!" the village chief shouted lonely at the door.
The sound came into the fog, and he was answered with a loud bang - the door closed.
"Ah... ah..." The village chief knelt on the ground with his legs soft, his hands were on his face, and he tugged at the vertical and horizontal wrinkles on the top of his head, muttering, "What have I done..."
Da da da…
He turned his head, saw a person standing beside him, looked up slowly, he murmured: "Ning Qing..."
Ning Qing bent down and picked up the landlord's mask on the ground, and said to him, "Nice job."
After speaking, Ning Qing laughed, the laughter grew louder and more crazy: "Hahahaha!!!"
Suddenly the laughter stopped, and he turned around.
Ning Yuren's conditioned reflex stood in front of Ning Ning - even if she suspected that the current Ning Ning was not her real daughter, but an audience member who had worn her through the cinema.
Ning Qing walked towards the two of them, then stopped and handed the mask forward.
"What are you doing?" Ning Yuren asked cautiously.
"Do you know how this thing came from?" Ning Qing shook the mask up and down, shaking off a piece of rain, "It was originally a box, a box for stuff... Guess what it is for?"
Ning Yuren looked down at the mask, then looked up at him: "...Life Cinema?"
"Yeah." Ning Qing sighed, "In the past, the landlord was able to take the cinema with him... that is, the theatre, because he had a box to hold the theatre in his hand. Later, the landlord was killed and the box was dismantled. Four copies were made, and one of them was used as the material for the mask to be carved into this mask."
After speaking, he handed the mask to the two of them again.
Not only did Ning Yuren not pick it up, but he opened his hand more vigilantly to protect Ning Ning behind him.
"How did you know this?" Ning Ning asked Ning Qing from behind her.
He knew too much.
What the village chief doesn't know, what my mother doesn't know, and even what many masked people don't know, why does he know everything
Ning Ning hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you really... grandpa?"
"Is that you?"
Ning Ning and Ning Qing turned their heads at the same time, Cui Hongmei was standing not far away, looking straight at this side.
The village, which was originally lively because of the ancestor worship ceremony, was only silent. The table seats that used to be intertwined, now there are only wine glasses for toasting, and no one comes to drink. The seats that used to be full are now empty, there is not a single audience, and there are only a few people on the stage, Ning Ning, Ning Yuren, the village chief, Li Boyue, Wen Yu...
And Cui Hongmei and Ning Qing.
Looking at each other tenderly, the black-haired young man smiled and called, "Little Plum Blossom."
The wrinkled, gray-haired old woman was stunned for a moment, then ran towards him involuntarily.
Crossing the line that cannot be crossed, the two embraced each other, with white hair snuggling against black hair.
Looking at this scene, Ning Ning couldn't help but doubt.
Is she thinking too much
Maybe it's not the movie theater pretending to be, but the real grandpa? After all, she might admit the wrong person, but grandma would never admit the wrong person.
The two hugged for a while, Cui Hongmei raised her hand to take off the mask on Ning Qing's face, but Ning Qing grabbed her wrist and shook her head gently.
"I should go," he said, and then let go of his embrace. "Go back, don't follow."
"Where are you going?" Cui Hongmei looked at the cinema behind him, "Is that place? It's really the same as what they said... It's full of glory, wealth, wealth, and everything in it?"
Ning Qing smiled and shook his head: "There are only four things in that place - happiness, anger, sadness and music."
After he finished speaking, he pushed Cui Hongmei away, turned and walked into the thick fog, and the voice came from far away: "Life Cinema is not actually a place to fulfill people's wishes, it is collecting masks... Each mask actually represents a person's life. , or joy, or sorrow, or anger, or joy.”
His voice disappeared in the thick fog.
The landlord's mask, which symbolized anger, was left in Cui Hongmei's hands.
Cui Hongmei held the mask in her arms and stared at him for a while, then suddenly turned to look at Ning Yuren and screamed, "Why don't you go in yet?"
Ning Yuren was stunned: "I..."
"As long as one family goes in, future generations will benefit endlessly!" Cui Hongmei repeated the village chief's words, her eyes burning brightly, "I don't know which of the two of them is right, but since there is a place that can change you Dad's fate can change my fate, why don't you go?"
"...what do you want me to do?"
Cui Hongmei has always been difficult to fill. At this moment, a lot of things came out of her heart. She had inexhaustible money for the car and house, but when she opened her mouth, only one thing came out: "...Bring your father back."
Ning Yuren closed her eyes in pain: "...I can't do it."
"...Why?" Cui Hongmei said stunned, "It's not a difficult thing to do, you have done all the things that are even more difficult to do, you have changed from a country girl to a movie queen, there is nothing you can't do. ?you… "
Her expression gradually twisted with anger, and she screamed: "For yourself, you can go in, for the two of us, you can't go in? How can you be so cold-blooded and unfilial! If you don't go, I'll go!"
"If you don't have a ticket, you won't be able to get in! If you go, it's a dead end!"
"Then give me your ticket!"
Ning Yuren looked at her with complicated eyes, then shook her head.
Seeing that there was no ticket from the other party, Cui Hongmei turned to look at Ningning: "You... give me your ticket! Don't be as cold-blooded as your mother!"
Ning Yuren raised his hand to stop her, then turned around and said to Ning Ning, "What are you waiting for? Go to the cinema. Once you go in, you can end the movie and return to your own body."
Ning Ning also looked at her with complicated eyes. She was using this method to confirm whether the person in front of her was her real daughter or an audience member from the cinema.
Although there are thousands of words in his heart, now is not the time to talk, Ning Ning rushed to the stage, helped Wen Yu up, and then, under Ning Yuren's surprised and relieved eyes, helped him walk into the thick fog together.
It would be extremely difficult for a little girl to walk with a tall man.
But Ning Ning didn't feel exhausted.
He is light.
"… When did you wake up?" she asked.
Putting her right hand on her shoulder, she tried her best not to burden her, she struggled to support her body, and walked step by step, Wen Yu said, "I woke up for a while, sorry, my body has no strength to help you. "
"Nothing." Ning Ning said.
White mist flows around them like a galaxy.
"...Has it always been like this?" Wen Yu suddenly asked.
"what?"
"I've been in the movie theater, becoming one after another. Why? Is it to... hone my acting skills?"
Ning Ning thought for a while: "It was like this at the beginning."
"and after?"
Ning Ning turned to look at him, was it an illusion? He looked at her with an indescribable tenderness and an indescribable intimacy.
"Later I found out that I didn't transcend into a movie, but into someone's life." Ning Ning murmured, "I'm not dealing with actors, but real people, sometimes... I don't know how to deal with them."
"Is that you?" Wen Yu stared at her and asked, "Zhang Xinai—the Zhang Xinai who called me for help?"
Ning Ning hesitated and nodded.
"Ningning." Wen Yu laughed, "In 1997, the little Ningning who held me and insisted that I accompany her to save people."
Ning Ning nodded again.
"Yunlin." Wen Yu's smile deepened, "The teacher Yunlin who told me she had amnesia."
Ning Ning nodded again, and then helplessly said: "Okay, it's all me."
"Including You Ling in "The Man in the Picture"?"
"Um."
"Then..." Wen Yu's expression suddenly became a little nervous, she took a deep breath, and then softly and cautiously called out, as if she was afraid that the sound would be too loud to break a sweet dream, "Aunt Xiaoning?"