He Is Warmer Than Time

The cinema was very dark. The Song sisters were sitting in the third row, and Tang Qingru was sitting at the very edge of the fifth row. They were not far apart, and the screen was on. Vaguely, he could see the sides of the sisters, which were really similar.

The two sisters are very emotional at the first sight, and occasionally whisper something. The sister will also stretch her hand to block her sister's eyes, seeming to ask if she can stand the stimulation of the light.

Tang Qingru had mixed feelings. The unfortunate two sisters, the luckiest, probably had a long life, but they were still together.

What the movie shows is not so important anymore, Tang Qingru's eyes have been focused on the two sisters.

Occasionally, I glanced up at the screen and saw the sincere work of his little daughter. Such a beautiful little girl was willing to make up for the sake of art. She looks like a peasant woman. The farming work is very clean and neat, without any muddling. So coy and contrived.

She said that she and the entire crew have paid a lot. Just watching her planting seedlings in the field and seeing her hummingly carrying a large basket of firewood through the forest, he felt so distressed that his chest hurts.

He thought, if he really suppressed this movie, would she hate him to death?

Fortunately, the little girl was a brave little girl, so she killed him directly in his office and questioned him face to face.

If she didn't have such courage, wouldn't they, their father and daughter would never have a chance to meet?

He hates himself. Why did he choose to meet in the dark courtyard when he met twice before?

If it was the first time to meet in a brightly lit room, there would not be so much unpleasantness at all.

Or, good fortune and tricks, these are punishments for him, to punish him should not be so contemptuous of others, so despise others.

He deserves it, the retribution he deserves.

Song Xuan in the front row saw the farm work she was doing, and she felt so distressed. She grabbed her hand and whispered in a low voice: "Why do you think you are doing this? Some remote shots? Just find a stand-in."

Song Ran whispered: "Do you understand love and dedication?"

Song Xuan gave her a white look: "Only you are the most dedicated."

When the film is about to end, the secretary-general next to Tang Qingru whispered: "Sir, the screening will end in fifteen minutes, you should go."

Tang Qingru stared at the two people in the front row and whispered, "Wait a while, wait a while."

The secretary-general watched the time go by, and when the countdown was five minutes, he couldn't help but urged: "Sir, it's really time to go."

Tang Qingru reluctantly got up, ready to leave.

He was with him, and someone behind him murmured, "Hey, it's blocking me."

Song Ran turned his head subconsciously. The secretary-general took the lead and immediately blocked Tang Qingru. Tang Qingru also conditioned his back and walked towards the back door without saying a word.

Song Xuan looked back and pulled Song Ran, "What are you looking at?"

Song Ran shook his head and whispered, "Aren't all the officials sitting in the second row? Who are the few behind?"

Song Xuan glanced again, the light was really dim, and those people were all from their backs. They were walking fast and anxiously, and there was really nothing to see.

"It may be the director of another bureau, or the director of the office. In short, they are all big people who come to join you. Maybe people are in a hurry, so let's go first."

Song Ran retracted his gaze, and the movie just ended, and there was a warm applause in the theater.