All educated youth who have gone to the countryside should know that the happiest thing at that time was watching movies. I heard that there is a movie to watch at night and people are in great spirits all day long. When everyone came back from work, they quickly cooked and moved a stool to dominate a good seat after eating.
The village I went to the lineup was called Luojia Village. When the movie was played, the screen was hung on the wall of Luohegen's house. Luo Hegen's family has a daughter named Mihua, who is eighteen years old and often matchmakers visit his house. Speaking of which, Mihua is one year older than me, so I respectfully call her sister.
production team is about to play the movie again. Sister Mihua said to me, "Xiao Tang, you don't have to bring a stool tonight. My house is close to me, so move an extra stool out." I declined her kindness and thought, it doesn't take much effort to move a stool to watch a movie, so why bother me?
The movie has not started yet, and the whole village has gathered in front of the screen, chatting, which is very noisy. The movie began to show, and the audience suddenly became silent. However, just as everyone was watching it, the power went out and everyone started chatting again.
At that time, power outages were often found in rural areas. Fortunately, the master who played the movie was prepared and brought the small generator . Not long after, the movie continued to be screened and the scene returned to calm.
, but I didn’t know that the movie was halfway through, and it was drizzling. As long as the master who played the movie did not stop, it would not affect anything if it was drizzling. No one left and watched in the rain.
Later, it was really raining a little hard, making my hair wet. The master who played the movie held a big umbrella and put it there. He wanted to try to finish the movie. Maybe, he felt the rain was a little heavy and said to the projector's microphone: "Friends, the rain is really heavy. I'm afraid that the machine will get wet, so I simply don't let it go. Let's disperse."
"Forget it after it's done, forget it after it's done, the rain is not heavy." Everyone was unwilling to leave, and someone shouted loudly.
The master who played the movie saw that the rain did not get any heavier, so he insisted on putting it down.
At this time, an umbrella was blocking my head. I turned my head and saw that it was Mihua standing beside me with an umbrella in her hand. I smiled at her, and before I could speak, the person behind shouted: "Don't hold an umbrella, don't hold an umbrella, the people behind the umbrella can't see it."
Holding an umbrella will affect others' watching movies, so I asked Mihua to put away the umbrella. She put away the umbrella, pulled my sleeve with her hand, and signaled me to walk a little bit aside. I followed her a little and looked back. Holding an umbrella would not affect others. Then I said, "Sister Mihua, you can open the umbrella now."
Mihua opened the oil paper umbrella in her hand. She and I stood under the umbrella to watch a movie, and it felt much more comfortable than being in the rain.
She was a little shorter than me, so I took the umbrella from her hand and held it up. Everyone was watching the movie attentively, and no one noticed that we both held an umbrella together.
To be honest, I still feel a little absent-minded when I stand with Mihua at such a close distance, and I even feel a little absent-minded when watching movies. I glanced at her with my eyes. She didn't seem to feel anything. She stared at the screen. It seemed that my heart was dirty, so I was a little self-indulgent.
All kinds of movies have storylines, and actresses are indispensable, and the male and female protagonists always have emotions, especially dramas like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. The movie I watched that night was no exception. The hero and heroine were in love and lingering, which infected every audience.
Mihua feels like watching such a movie? I was thinking, the girl was in love with her, wouldn’t she think about that? I don't think it's possible unless she's made of wood.
Finally, I found that she glanced at me with her eyes, but I pretended to be watching the movie intently.
When I changed my left hand to support the umbrella, my hanging right hand accidentally touched her left hand. She shook my hand with her hands and then let go.
At that time, I really felt it, but I don’t know whether she intentionally or unintentionally. Judging from the situation where she quickly let go of her hand, she should have been unintentionally, an action that was unconsciously affected by the plot in the movie.
When I deliberately put the back of my hand to the back of her hand, she did not avoid it and did not shake my hand again. This somewhat disappointed me a little. The plot in the movie
reaches its climax, and the hero and heroine are facing separation from life and death. Everyone present was immersed in the sadness of the heroine, and some even wiped their tears. Mihua has also been infected by the fate of the heroine, and tears are shining in her eyes. She took out her handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her eyes, and continued watching the movie.
People who cry when watching movies are kind-hearted, and mihua is one of them. At this time, she must have compared herself to the heroine and felt very uncomfortable. I decided to hold her hand as well, pretending to be an action under unconscious state caused by the storyline in the movie.
must not be lost, and the time will never come again. I stared at the screen with my eyes, plucked up the courage, and grabbed her hand. She was still holding a handkerchief in her hand, and I was like holding her fist.
Originally, I wanted to grab it for a few more seconds, but she looked at me with her eyes and I had to let go of my hand quickly. If I still grasp her fist, it would not be an act in an unconscious state, but a conscious intention.
The rain stopped, the movie was over, and the two big words "end of the drama" appeared on the screen. Everyone stood up one after another, and the crowd gradually dispersed.
"Sister Mihua, thank you for your umbrella." I said to Mihua with a smile.
"No need to thank you." She also smiled, took the umbrella from my hand and walked towards her door. In the days after
, Mihua and I were still the same as usual, as if nothing had happened that night. However, I always feel that she likes me a little, and I also like her a little, not very strong, but vaguely.
When the production team played the movie again, it had not rained, so I had no chance to hold an umbrella with Mihua again. Before
Mihua got engaged, she did not show any attachment expression to me, let alone like me. She shook my hand that night. Was it purely because of the storyline in the movie? Then why did she specifically hold an umbrella for me? I really can't figure it out, I can't figure it out.
Shortly after getting engaged, Mihua got married and left Luojia Village.
A year later, she gave birth to a child, and when she was full month old, she carried the child back to her parents' home for some days.
She has children. In other words, the feeling in my heart should have disappeared, but I still want to figure out whether she was conscious or unconscious when she held my hand.
When she was staying in a place where she often watched movies, I walked over and looked at the child in her arms and said, "Oh, she looks like you, so beautiful!" She was very satisfied with my praise for her child like this, and said to the child, "Baby, uncle is praising you, praise you for being beautiful, be happy, hehe..."
Now, she is all focused on her own child, I don't need to figure out whether she is conscious or unconscious. However, I still said a redundant thing: "Sister Mihua, do you still remember that movie? It started raining, and we hid under an umbrella."
"Remember..." She looked at me, smiled slightly, and a blush appeared on her face, as if she understood something, but didn't say much.
Forget it, everyone has children. I secretly scolded myself: "I didn't have the courage at that time, but now I want to figure it out. Isn't this a coward?"
Now, when I recall the past, I have another insight: when I was sentimental, I am not a good thing to leave some beautiful imaginations. If everything is revealed and there is no fun, life will be boring.
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