“I want to watch the artistic one,” the woman said. Her voice was flat and sounded awkward, “There’s nothing much in those films. You have to learn to see the substance of society. This type of art reflects our existence in life. It is something we do not realize. People nowadays are becoming more and more fickle.”
“I want to watch the war film,” the man said, without consideration.
“But the artistic film will be memorable and spark your deep thoughts.”
She sounded like a teacher patiently teaching her student.
The man was visibly angered. He stood up, took out some money, bought a bucket of popcorn, and a cup of coke. With a bang, he slammed them on the table.
Yan Huan was shocked.
“You shouldn’t eat this. There a lot of chemical additives in it. And you’ll get osteoporosis if you drink too much coke…” Her blabbering would not stop. Even Yan Huan wanted to stuff her mouth with popcorn to shut her up, not to mention the man beside her.
Can’t you stop talking, be quiet, and stop lecturing?
Yan Huan turned her face sideway, a mist covered her smiling eyes before it vanished without a trace.
Oh, I know her.
She tugged at Lu Yi’s clothes. He was still playing the game for her. Yan Huan was born to suffer for keeping appearances. She wanted to be a high scorer despite being terrible at the game.
She was tortured badly by others in the game, and every time that happens, she needs Lu Yi to help her find her confidence. Lu Yi, as a top math student, was dominating the game. But with his personality, he would not play games. It was all for Yan Huan. And so, the top student became a phone addict.
“What’s up?” Lu Yi looked up.
Yan Huan pointed at the couple, then whispered beside Lu Yi.
“She’s your wife in the previous lifetime.”
Lu Yi frowned. With a glance, he caught Fang Zhu in his sight. She did not change one bit. She was still wearing the same shirt. Does she really only have a set of clothing? Or all her outfits are the same?
Moreover, her head had an unappealing shape. Unlike someone like Yan Huan, even if she were bald, she would still look pretty. But Fang Zhu’s skinny face, tall cheeks, with her hair all tied to the back created a look that made him feel uncomfortable.
Lu Yi calmly retracted his gaze, and saw Yan Huan smiling, but there were some jealousy in her eyes.
Was she still annoyed that he married Fang Zhu in the previous life?
His bony fingers traced the little lady’s hat. He stopped noticing Fang Zhu, and Fang Zhu was no longer in his eyes.
Yan Huan picked up the coke and sipped, her eyes surveying the surroundings. Surprisingly, she found a poster of ‘The Uncle and the Flower’ at the corner.
She was wearing a small flora dress, her face was dark but her cheeks were red, a classic Tibetan red. Her hair was tied in two messy pigtails. Her eyes were dull, so she did not seem too smart, but someone optimistic and active. The kind of girl that would climb back up smiling after a fall.
Someone that would make people smile.
“It’s still here?”
She hugged Lu Yi’s waist, her chin rested on top of his shoulder.
Lu Yi looked at the silly girl. She was quite cute, someone that others would laugh at, but lovable because of how down-to-earth she was.
“That’s a good photo.”
“Of course,” Yan Huan was like a proud peacock.
“I’m so pretty, just like Cabbage, we’re pretty girls.”
“Don’t get conceited,” Lu Yi pinched her delicate nose, but he affirmed Yan Huan’s words. Some might be narcissistic, but Yan Huan was absolutely confident. She was truly a beauty that conformed to the public’s beauty standards. Or else this promotional poster would not be here for about a year.
It topped the box office last year, a miracle among small budget films, and it rose Yan Huan to stardom.
Fang Zhu’s ears twitched, and she looked to her side. She saw a man in a black windbreaker, long limbs, and seemed full of righteousness; her heart felt like it was being oppressed by something.
With a shout, she stood up. This surprised the man sitting beside her.
“What are you doing?” The man took a piece of popcorn and ate it.
“Washroom,” Fang Zhu blurted out, and rushed to the washroom.
Yan Huan stood up at the same time.
“Are you alright?” Lu Yi held her hand tightly.
“Washroom,” Yan Huan drank too much, and the movie was about to start, so she wanted to avoid walking out during the movie, as that would be troublesome.
“Be careful,” Lu Yi held her finger. He was afraid that someone might recognize her, as some fans these days were crazy.
“I will be fine,” Yan Huan pushed her black framed glasses on her face. She wore a hoodie sweater, and a thin organza skirt. A pair of brown sheepskin boots wrapped around her legs. She looked very ladylike, coupled with her gorgeous body, she was like a born model. Her silhouette looked very slender and pretty.
“Dude, that’s your girlfriend?” The man with Fang Zhu stuffed popcorn into his mouth while asking Lu Yi.
But when he saw Lu Yi’s face and manner, he felt dejected.
He was not looking too shabby, but compared to the man in front of him, it was heaven and earth.
“My wife,” Lu Yi continued playing the game on his phone.
“Heh…” the man laughed dryly. “Man, we’re both men, but why are our lives so different? That…” He pointed at Fang Zhu who just came in, “She was introduced to me by the family, our families are quite close. Which means I have to marry her, got it?” The man straightened his back and wiped his face. He had finally found somebody to voice out his sufferings.
“Do you know what kind of suffering I have to go through? Men are visual creatures. If you see a hot girl every day, that’s soothing to the eyes and mind. But if you have to look at an ugly one all day, that’s gonna hurt ya eyes.”
“Which man wouldn’t like a pretty girl, a gentle girl, someone warm in your embrace? But mine, tsk…” The man laughed, the meaning hidden in the lines.
“She’s just like a nun, wearing the same clothes every day. Lecturing me every day like a teacher, ‘You can’t do this, you can’t do that’,” As he spoke, he continued to throw one after another popcorn into his mouth, chewing them loudly.
