Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

After school, Mu Zichuan picked up his schoolbag and prepared to go back. Huang Mao and the big head caught up with each other, hooking their shoulders and asking him to go to the video studio together.

Computers were not popular in this era. The entrance of cinemas sold two cents a bottle of soda, and the boys’ favorite pastimes were arcade game halls and billiards rooms, as well as video halls everywhere.

Mu Zichuan asked them: "A new movie?"

Huang Mao looked left and right, and then mysteriously lowered his voice: "The Girl Who Should Be Called 1988" is absolutely superb, now only the Fat Uncle's house has a belt."

Mu Zichuan smiled, "It's the same again. You two look at each other separately, don't you feel tired?"

"Brother Chuan, this time is different!" The big head said excitedly, "There is Maggie Cheung!"

"Yes, there is also Baby Feng!"

"And Yu Qianwen!"

"And Wu Jiali!"

"Baby Feng is so beautiful!" Huang Mao yin and yang pulled into the Hong Kong accent strangely.

The two of you say a word to me, as if Mu Zichuan would not know the goods unless he went.

Mu Zichuan despised them: "It's almost enough. I've caught up with the stars after watching a third-level movie. Where's the face? Pick it up."

Contempt and despise, he went there at the end, buddy loyal, by the way, looking for fun to pass the time.

When I arrived at the video room, I saw a poster of "Girls Shoulder 1988" hung at the door. The fat and bald boss set up a stall outside selling cigarettes, sodas, melon seeds and chewing gum.

The yellow-haired hippie smiled over to say hello: "Uncle Wang, you look really good today. You've lost weight again."

The boss glanced at him lazily, and looked away at the big head and Mu Zichuan behind him, and said blankly: "Five cents a day, one new film, three yuan for the night, two more yuan in the box, soda seeds."

"Uncle, you watched me grow up, just like my uncle, it's cheaper..."

The bargaining couldn't end for a while, and Mu Zichuan walked to the side of the road, leaning on the telephone poles covered with advertising paper bored, and looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street.

After about two or three minutes, a slender figure attracted his attention.

It was a young girl in a white dress, seventeen or eighteen years old, holding a docile white cat in her arms.

The girl was weeping silently, her teary eyes were moist and clear, her skin was white and flawless, and her lips were tender red, very beautiful.

She is as beautiful and beautiful as the little dragon girl, but she is not cold and frosty, with crystal tears hanging on her eyelashes. I see pity and loveliness, and everything from head to toe accurately matches Mu Zichuan's fantasy.

It is often said that when love occurs at first sight, time will feel frozen in an instant.

Mu Zichuan didn't feel the time freezing, but he really felt that time was slowing down, abnormally slow, as if everything around him turned into slow motion, only the person in his eyes, every move, every move, every smile, all magnified countless times Appeared.

And the blurry image in his mind became clear and concrete at this moment.

"Brother Chuan, go in!" Huang Mao walked over and pulled him, "What's the matter, I didn't respond after calling you."

Mu Zichuan was stunned, but he didn't fully recover for a while, "What are you doing?"

"What's the matter? Going to watch the film, I just made a good price, and I'm leaving now." Huang Mao stretched out his hand and didn't move.

Mu Zichuan looked back, there were people coming and going on the street, and she couldn't see the beautiful girl again.

"Did you see it just now?" he asked.

Huang Mao was confused: "See what?"

"A girl, white dress, holding a white cat." Mu Zichuan frowned deeply as he looked at the street figures.

"What white cat in a white skirt? Brother, are you daydreaming?" Huang Mao teased, accentuating the Japanese character wretchedly, but he didn't finish speaking, but saw Mu Zichuan walk away quickly!

"...Hey? Brother Chuan?! Hey! Mu Zichuan, don't you look at Maggie Cheung?!"

Mu Zichuan, who was walking away, waved his hand impatiently, "It's boring to see or touch."