It was an old woman, dirty and old, as if she hadn't taken a bath in several years, her hair was greasy in strands, and her clothes were tattered.
"Isn't it today?" She glanced at the poster at the door, murmured, and turned around and left.
"Wait!" Ning Ning hurried to catch up, "Excuse me, do you have any tickets for sale?"
The doorman pulled her from the rain and pulled her back under the eaves.
"She won't sell it." Looking at the staggering back from a distance, he said lightly, "She has been waiting for a movie for fifteen years. As long as she doesn't die, she will keep waiting."
As soon as the voice fell, there was a sudden braking sound.
Ning Ning turned her head to look, just in time to see a private car fleeing in a panic. The old woman was lying on the ground on her side, motionless. Even so, she still kept the movie ticket tightly on her chest.
An hour later, the hospital.
The doctor came out of the operating room, said a few words to Ning Ning, and then shook his head.
"She's dying," he said. "If you have something to say, say it now."
Ning Ning opened the door and slowly walked towards the dying old woman inside.
"I can't die, I can't die..." Only after approaching, could I hear her faint voice, trying her best to cheer herself up, "I haven't seen that movie, I can't die..."
What kind of film is it worth waiting for for fifteen years alone? What kind of film is it that makes a person's heart linger on the deathbed
"Mother-in-law." Ningning asked her, "What is your family's contact information?"
The old woman didn't say anyone's contact information, she turned her eyes to Ning Ning, and finally gathered a little light, she said weakly: "I know you, you are an actress, I once took a car , I saw your movie on someone else's phone, and I was kicked out of the car before I finished reading it, saying I stink... cough, me, I like your movies."
Ning Ning was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect this to be a fan of her passers-by.
"I heard you call me before." The old woman raised a hand tremblingly, "Do you want this?"
In her palm lay a crumpled old movie ticket, which she hadn't let go even during surgery.
At this time, it is too hypocritical to say that I don't want it, Ningning nodded calmly.
"I can give you the ticket, but you, you have to help me." The old woman suddenly reached out and grabbed Ning Ning's wrist and prayed pitifully, "Help me watch that movie, help me... help me save him."
Ning Ning felt very strange: "Who to save?"
"Yes, in my pocket." The old woman's voice became weaker and weaker.
Ning Ning pulled out a photo from her pocket, a small corner cut from another photo. It was a little boy about eight or nine years old. He looked a little shy and lowered his eyes to avoid the camera. Like a sensitive deer.
"You, you must watch his films." The old woman looked at Ning Ning eagerly, "You must find a way to save him..."
Ning Ning felt absurd for a while, waiting fifteen years for a movie just to get into the movie and change the fate of a character in the movie? But after the absurdity, she felt excusable, because if there was a similar opportunity in front of her, she would also be willing to return to "The Circus of the Republic of China" to change her father and change the fate of everyone.
So other people can laugh at the old woman, but she can't.
"Go and save him, go and save him, save him no matter what, even if I sacrifice myself... but also..." The weakness finally turned into a terrifying return of light, and the old woman suddenly sat up from the hospital bed, The skinny hands pulled Ning Ning in front of her, and shouted at her hoarsely, "1988! 1988!! 1988!!!"
After the three 1988 roars, she seemed to have used up all her strength, her throat suddenly clucked twice, and then fell silently.
drop-
Ning Ning looked up and saw a straight line on the electrocardiogram.
The funeral was easy to handle. As soon as I went out, people from two funeral companies rushed over and almost fought for business. As if it was for the movie tickets in his hand, Ning Ning chose one of them, paid the funeral expenses of the old woman, and asked them to help identify the deceased by the way.
Rich and easy to do, the identity of the old woman came out soon, her name was Wen Xiaoning.
"You are such a good person." The person from the funeral company wiped his sweat and said, "We called her family, and when we heard that she was dead, they immediately hung up on me. It took a dozen times to get through, and they spat me ten times. Several times, and then told me that I didn't know this person."
This is probably the reason why the old woman didn't give anyone's contact information. She was not married, had no husband, no children, no friends, no family. The only one she could contact was one of her older brothers. Dead, neither willing to come to see her one last time, nor pay a penny for her funeral.
A lonely old woman who seemed to be abandoned by the world.
Her only legacy is an old movie ticket.
Other than that, she has nothing.
After finishing these miscellaneous things, another day passed. At night, Ning Ning held a movie ticket in his hand and walked to the cinema of life, thinking in his heart: "I can't promise you anything, you waited ten years. A film that I haven't waited for five years, I can't..."
She paused and stopped at the entrance of the cinema.
"Ah." Ning Ning murmured, "You should wait another day."
Ahead, the poster at the entrance of the cinema has been changed again.
The original "Blood Stage" is gone, replaced by another poster.
The poster is a dark swamp. The little boy in the old woman's photo is standing in the middle of the swamp. There are many people near the swamp, but they all watched him sink. He didn't ask anyone for help, that's all. Silently let yourself sink.
Title: "Abandoned Son"
Starring: Wen Yu
Ning Ning stood in front of the poster for a long time before turning to ask the guard, "Where was the movie yesterday?"
"It's out." The guard leaned against the wall, always so concise.
"When will it be released again?" Ning Ning asked.
"Who knows." The doorman answered casually.
Ning Ning took her eyes back to the poster in front of her, God's will was like this, she had no other choice, the day after tomorrow was the time to reply to Director Chen, and she still didn't know the answer.
Now there are only two choices in front of her. First, continue to wait and see if tomorrow night's film can be linked to "The Phantom of the Theater". The possibility is really small. Problems are equally likely. The second is to enter the film in front of you, take advantage of the time difference inside and outside, and think about how to answer, how to act, and how to do it.
Ningning chose the method she thought was the safest.
Handing the ticket to the guard, Ningning said, "I want to go in."
The guard's gaze slid from her face to the ticket in her hand. This time, he did not take it outright, but asked in a deep voice, "Have you made up your mind?"
Ning Ning thought he was a little strange, he didn't talk so much last time.
She replied, "Yes."
The guard stared at her for a long time, as if he didn't want to say anything, but he had to say it, and said with difficulty: "What time do you want to specify?"
Ning Ning wondered, "What time?"
"You have an even-numbered ticket," the doorman said. "The even-numbered ticket can designate your entry time."
Hearing what he said, Ning Ning hurriedly looked down at the ticket in his hand.
She didn't see the difference at first, but after he reminded her like this, she realized that the ticket in her hand was different from the ticket her mother gave her before, although it was also a thin piece of yellow paper with life written on it. The movie theater, but the seat of this ticket is very forward, four rows ahead of her previous ticket, and she is ranked No. 12 in the first four rows.
On the circular stamp on the left, not only are the three words for the admission ticket written, but also two small red pen letters—designated.
Like the doorman said, it's a designated ticket.
An even-numbered designated ticket that can designate the entry time.
"The protagonist Wen Yu's birth and death years are from 1980 to 1988. You can specify any year within this range to enter." The guard asked, "What date did you specify?"
Ningning remembered the three 1988s that the old woman screamed in the hospital bed.
That's what the number means.
1988 - The old woman hopes that she can wear to the year when the protagonist Wen Yu died, and then help him and change the fate of his death.
But what about the day in 1988? Also, how did the old woman know the protagonist was going to die? Could it be that she had seen this movie before, and because she couldn't accept the ending, she had been waiting for the movie to be released again? It's a pity that she died, and there are too many questions that will always be questions that cannot be answered.
"Can you tell me when the protagonist died and why?" Ning Ning tried to get the answer from the guard.
But the doorman shook his head at her and said, "I can't spoil it."
No way, Ning Ning had to say: "1987."
Just in case, she decided to enter a year in advance, so that she would have enough time to prepare, and while helping Wen Yu, she could still have some time to deal with her personal problems...
The guard took the tickets she handed over, and after tearing them off, he moved away: "One person, one ticket, entry is invalid."
Ning Ning looked at the wooden door behind him, and after a few seconds, raised his foot and walked towards the wooden door.
"Wait." The doorman's voice came from behind her as she passed by.
Ning Ning paused and looked back.
The guard stood outside the door and looked back at her as well. It was dark and the lantern was on. He stood at the junction of light and dark, and the snow-white mask on his face was sensitive to the light.
"...Try to stay away from the protagonist as much as possible." The snow-white mask faced Ning Ning, and his gaze came from behind the mask.
What does he mean by this? Ning Ning looked at him, but he didn't want to explain any more. He turned around again, and kept his duty at the door.
Ning Ning had no choice but to enter the cinema full of doubts, perhaps because the tickets in hand were different. This time the staff were far more enthusiastic than last time. The little girl wearing the mask of an ancient lady led her to the seat and gave her a gift. She had a drink, Ning Ning just took two sips, the lights dimmed, the screen lit up, and the movie started.
The first thing that appears on the screen is a line of words.
"This film is based on a true story."
Then came the voice of a little boy, singing in an innocent childlike voice: "The world kisses me with pain, and I sing in return, until my voice is taken away and I can no longer sing."
Ning Ning put the drink at hand and thought: here it is.
Just like the last time, she was frozen in a chair, unable to speak or move. The unfamiliar voices of men and women, the elderly and children, from far to near, sounded more and more real in her ears.
Until the end, on the poster at the gate, something was created out of nothing, and a name was slowly added.
Title: "Abandoned Son"
Starring: Wen Yu, Ning Ning
small theater
Ah Xia: "Madam, do you have any last words?"
The old woman glanced at the guard: "You... this... a... black... crow... mouth..."