Due to the extremely uncorrect attitude towards the movie, after the two men took out about ten wet wipes in a small packet sent to the studio, and then repeatedly checked whether the clothes were on the clothes and wiped their hands clean, the two of them were The ghost film that seemed to run through the screams was completely incomprehensible.
"Why this woman..." Gu Fei took a small plastic bag and packed the mess of paper in, and asked in a low voice, "Hey, is this the same woman just now?"
"...Which woman?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Just... how many women are there?" Gu Fei looked at the screen.
"About three, this should be the orphan that the person said before." Jiang Cheng guessed.
"Who said she was an orphan?" Gu Fei asked.
"... Why don't you get rid of the mentally handicapped," Jiang Cheng glanced at him, "We are behind and can't affect others."
Gu Fei laughed: "What do you think of me? Do you understand?"
"No," Jiang Cheng said, "but you think I didn't plan to ask you."
Gu Fei smiled and drank a drink: "Is there really infrared monitoring?"
"I'm really not sure about this," Jiang Cheng looked at the surrounding walls, and said in a low voice, "I used to read a post on the end of the world, and all of them were talking about what I did while watching a movie. As for the human affairs, I suddenly came out and got a reply. The projectionist tells you what you have done, we can see it in our monitoring room. The monitoring is infrared... I feel that this is for the person in the post... And me, It left a deep shadow."
"It makes sense," Gu Fei leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Look, it's so dark. If you use ordinary surveillance, you can't shoot anything."
"Sit down." Jiang Cheng sat up straight.
"Good." Gu Fei also sat up straight.
Watching a movie where the plot is no longer known.
And actually persisted to the end.
When the lights in the projection hall were on, Jiang Cheng quickly lowered his head and checked whether there were any unsightly marks left on the bodies of the two of them, and then checked whether there was any missing paper on the ground, and then stood up.
I don't know why, looking at a pair of young lovers walking out with arms around each other, Jiang Cheng felt that their faces were all written with meaningless words.
People with a guilty conscience look like everyone else. by Jade Emperor
"Look at the back of my pants," Jiang Cheng turned his back to Gu Fei a little worried, "Are there any traces?"
"You..." Gu Fei sighed, "Which angle can you shoot back?"
"Fuck you uncle!" Jiang Cheng turned around with some annoyance, and pulled Gu Fei up, "Go! Cripple!"
Gu Fei took two steps over the passage, and suddenly turned into a one-legged jump.
"Damn," Jiang Cheng looked forward and found that the inspector at the door had come in and was standing by the wheelchair waiting, "This service."
"Next time I will lend you this set of things," Gu Fei said, "you should feel it too."
"What is there to feel? I have to feel that you are carrying me to climb the mountain you mentioned." Jiang Cheng smiled.
"Okay, let's go there someday, and I will carry you up." Gu Fei said.
Falling in love and dating, I don’t know what the process is. They came out of the cinema anyway, and they were going to find a place to eat, but it was a little early, so they sat in the square.
The square is very lively, there is an event for some real estate, there are many people, some singing, some dancing, and there are catwalks.
"I saw the photos you posted in Moments before," Jiang Cheng looked over there, "Did you take them here? It's the one that the two aunts grabbed a fan."
Gu Fei laughed, took out his phone, flipped it, and handed it to him: "Are you talking about this one?"
"Well," Jiang Cheng nodded, "When did you take it?"
"Last summer, it's here," Gu Fei said, "Fighting in the end."
"Damn, how did you solve it in the end?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"An old man came over and broke the fan in half and gave them one half." Gu Fei said.
Jiang Cheng laughed for a long time, then he sighed after thinking about it: "What can I grab a fan?"
"There are all kinds of people," Gu Fei took a cigarette and lit it. "If you sit here for a day, everyone can see it."
"Do you always watch?" Jiang Cheng looked at the people coming and going on the square.
"Well, it looks different from the camera," Gu Fei stretched his left hand in front of him, his thumb and index finger were half a frame, "try it."
Jiang Cheng paused and looked around. No one noticed them in particular. So he stretched out his right hand, and his thumb and index finger were half a frame closer to Gu Fei's fingers.
"This way you will see different people without so much interference." Gu Fei slowly moved his hand, and when he stopped, his fingers framed a girl who was looking at the stage in a trance, "Is it a passerby." Is it a fan? Or just in a daze?"
Jiang Cheng did not speak.
"Who was looking at me when I was looking at you," Gu Fei sang softly, "If you rub your shoulders in your eyes, it doesn't matter if you miss it..."
"What song?" Jiang Cheng asked, the melody is very strange, but the brisk jump sounds good.
"It's nothing," Gu Fei smiled, "I sang it casually."
Jiang Cheng was stunned, then turned to look at him: "Where are the lyrics?"
"Think of it as you like," Gu Fei said, "I can compile eight hundred words for you with such broken words."
Jiang Cheng smiled and did not speak any more, following Gu Fei's fingers, looking at the person slowly passing by the finger frame.
This side of Gu Fei hides so deeply, Jiang Cheng often forgets that he is actually a sensitive and meticulous person, and even some art.
Because Gu Fei was a lame after all, or a lame walking like flying in the street, they did not go too far after completing the "bystander" activity on the square, and had lunch at the snack street next to the square.
I don’t know if I just had a boyfriend today, and I was over-excited while watching a movie. They had not eaten much earlier for this lunch.
"I'll go back to the fried rice cakes and make a bag later," Gu Fei said, "I will definitely be hungry in the afternoon."
"Just go and eat fried rice cakes later." Jiang Cheng thought of the taste of fried rice cakes that day, and he suddenly felt a little greedy.
"It's okay," Gu Fei thought for a while, "actually..."
"In fact, we don't need to eat here at all," Jiang Cheng looked at him, "right?"
"Yes," Gu Fei laughed, "Hey, this IQ has caught up to nine days."
When riding Gu Fei on the bike back, Jiang Cheng kept thinking about it. After a while, he would go directly to the fried rice cakes house and eat fried rice cakes. (End of this chapter)