(Not a film review, I just think posting it in the film review area is more interesting than posting it in a diary)
I bought a movie ticket from someone else, and although I sat in the corner of the first row, the location was not very good, but fortunately it was discounted.
I arrived early that day, in fact I always arrive early. There are two doors downstairs in Hall 1 of the Archives. I entered through the door on the left and quickly took a seat in the corner seat. After a visual inspection, this is really not a good viewing angle, and I began to worry that I would squint after watching the movie. But the worry didn't last long, and a boy in a mask walked past my knees and sat on my right. There is a guardrail-like setting in front of the first row of seats in the library, where you can put something. The boy put a cup of milk tea on it. I've never liked to eat or drink while watching a movie, but at that moment I kind of missed bubble tea. It doesn't matter which brand of milk tea it is. I always think that as long as the boba with pearl taro balls in it tastes good, it is a good cup of milk tea.
The boy is very handsome, and it is definitely not bad to take off the mask. This is the inspiration given by my years of experience in Yangou.
I was playing with my phone with my head down, pretending to be on my phone, and most of my attention was on him, and he was playing on his phone, too, and the audience who came alone before the movie started playing on their phones. What else can you play without playing with your mobile phone, can you drink milk tea? He took a sip of the milk tea and put the cup back. I started to figure out what to do if I accidentally missed the right spot, and what if I was knocked over by someone passing by. I brought Kleenex to lend him, and for a second I was relieved and hoped that would happen. But usually a boy who dresses so carefully has a tissue, I can borrow it from him, but I don't even have a cup of milk tea that will be knocked over. Of course I have more reasons to ask him for a piece of paper, but wouldn't that make me look sloppy?
When I had a series of reverie about him, the audience in the theater was full, the lights were dimmed, the movie started, and I was still looking at him silently. His elbows rested on the armrests between us, leaning to my left. We all had to turn our faces to the right to see the full screen, so he wasn't looking at me and I was staring right in his face. I secretly put my elbows on the armrests too, keeping my distance from him so that we wouldn't touch each other. In fact, he was very close, and unless I also deliberately leaned to the left, he could completely notice me. But I have no reason to go to the left, there is a beautiful man sitting on the right, who can let go of his heart? I was always afraid of being described by myself as the joy of a tram idiot, this was not my original intention.
I think it is really a very romantic thing for two people to watch Li Jiaxin masturbate together under the huge screen of the archive. Why do you add a symbol between these two words? I remember this incident with a very pure attitude, but it is undeniable that this is a sensitive word. I don’t want this segment to be harmonized. Let’s sit together Of the 90 minutes I hope not a second is wasted.
After a movie, I can't tell whether I'm watching the screen more or watching him more, or whether he has been integrated into the movie picture I have seen. He took off his mask, and the light from the screen hit his face. He was indeed a good-looking boy, but he was a little more beautiful than I thought. Huameinan is not a derogatory term, but it was different from the appearance in my mind. But what does it matter, in the darkened auditorium, he is exactly what I imagined him to look like.
My seat wasn't the far left, there was another one next door, and the lady didn't show up until halftime, and the light from the phone dazzled my eyes, and hiss, and shot straight at us incessantly. He "tsk" reminded the lady, the lady was seated on my left, it didn't affect me, I was still looking at the boy on the right. I'm sure we looked at each other when the lady was shaking us with the lamp.
After the movie ended, I was once debating whether to chat with him or not, and chat with people I was interested in. In fact, in most cases, I would lose interest in him, but it didn't matter, at least I was still interested when I was struggling. The person was almost gone, and I made a mental presupposition, but he got up and walked to the right. I wanted to follow, but I felt it was too deliberate. After all, we both sat motionless for a long time. I watched him go farther and farther, so I hurriedly walked out of the left aisle with my bag, and went around in a circle, but couldn't catch him. On the way back to the house, it was like a lovelorn. No, I just fell out of love. I never saw him again.
My friend asked me, what movie did you watch?
I said, it's like a love story.
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