The Shura Field of the Big Brothers

As she spoke, the corners of her mouth curled up, she quickly wiped her tears with her hands, and then leaned closer to the boy's ear: "Isn't it just a broken movie, I don't need it to save me, I want to write a book myself, and I will torture you people too." You have to fight to the death, hum!"

At this time, the movie screening is over.

The audience left their seats one after another. Among the scattered crowd, only Han Xiyun and the boy were left.

Han Xiyun was full of ambition when she spoke, but she amused the obedient little boy beside her: "Haha, you...do you really want to write? What kind of story? How do you write it?"

In fact, the boy secretly laughed in his heart: She is really cute and very interesting, if she can really become an author...

"How and what I write is none of your business? Just bet, I believe that this brain-damaged drama has such a cruel ending, and they are satisfied with the screenwriter by deliberately making us cry. How can there be a second one."

Han Xiyun wiped away the tears, then glanced at the package of papers in the little boy's hand, then snatched them away, took two and wiped the tears from her hands.

Later she added: "But if you win, I'll buy the movie tickets, and I'll pay for the popcorn and coke. We'll see you here or here!"

"Okay! It's a deal!" The boy agreed with a suppressed smile when he saw her appearance.

Han Xiyun finally recovered from her grief. Seeing that they were the only ones running, she patted the boy's arm and said, "Let's go."

As she spoke, she started to move her legs. Seeing that she was about to leave, the boy immediately chased after her and said embarrassingly, "Well...can you leave a contact information?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Xiyun immediately turned around, staring at the two big eyeballs as if he was going to eat people, and almost ran into him.

"no!"

The boy withdrew his feet in a daze, blinked his eyes when he heard that he was rejected, and asked dissatisfiedly, "Why?"

Seeing that Han Xiyun's eyeballs were about to fly away, the boy swallowed silently and added: "No, since we made a bet, what if you lose and want to renege on your debt? So...hehe."

"I'm sorry," Han Xiyun shook her head with an aggrieved face, and then replied awkwardly: "That...you may be the 1549th person who asked for my contact information, but unfortunately I don't have a mobile phone."

"No mobile phone?" The boy was taken aback: how is it possible?In this era, no matter how poor you are, you should have a mobile phone, right?

"Oh—is it because your parents are afraid that you are too addicted to mobile phones, so they won't let you play with your mobile phone?" The boy pretended to be smart, but unexpectedly, Han Xiyun's brain collapsed and made him dizzy.

"Isn't it? Why are you still beating people?"

The boy felt aggrieved, covered his forehead and stared at Han Xiyun: Forget it, such a cute girl doesn't have a mobile phone, how boring is her world?No wonder they all tend to be violent!
"What's right!"

Han Xiyun, who was being chased and questioned, showed a serious face, and suddenly grinned, turned around and ran away, leaving the boy standing there with a dazed expression.

What the boy didn't know was that not having a mobile phone was just an excuse Han Xiyun used to fool strangers.

If there is no mobile phone, there will be no QQ, WeChat...

How easy it is to use a computer!

There is no shortage of contact methods in this era, but a lack of...

"Fool! Still want Miss Ben's contact information? You can catch up with me first!" Han Xiyun ran out of the movie theater quickly, looking back while running.