Chapter 270 Audience: Nothing Happened, and It’s Heartwarming? Am I Suffering From Paranoia?

On the screen, the story continues.

Winter is gone and spring is here.

Fugui quit gambling, and his wife Jiazhen returns to Fugui with a pair of children.

The depressing atmosphere in the theater has also eased a little.

In a theater in Shanghai, a couple in their forties and their teenage son, a family of three, sit in the last row.

Zhou Juan, sitting on the far left, looks at the screen.

The walls of Fugui's house are peeling, yellow, black and white. It is a world of difference from the old house before.

But in such a shabby house, with warm yellow lights, the couple nestled in a floral quilt, planning to borrow some money from someone, open a small shop and live a good life.

The picture is very peaceful and warm.

Although I just witnessed Fugui going through a lot of hardships, when this picture came out, I suddenly felt that there was still hope for his life.

Zhou Juan sighed softly, "It's a great film. Will life get better?"

The son shook his head and said with certainty, "Something will happen soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen changed and Fugui went to Long Er to borrow money.

The son sighed, "It's over. I'm sure I'll be humiliated."

Long Er was the villain who was bullying at the gambling table and designed to take away Fugui's old house.

Okay, it's going to be a torture in a few seconds, ah.

Under the terrified gaze of countless viewers, Fugui in the screen asked for money.

Long Er took the teapot, held the spout, sat on the armchair, stepped on the chair, glanced at Fugui, and said, "Since ancient times, people have always helped in emergencies but not in poverty. How about this, I'll lend you something to really help you out of poverty."

After that, Long Er stood up, took Fugui to the warehouse, and lent him the shadow puppet he had when he was the owner of the shadow puppet troupe.

The scene changed, and Fugui started to sing the shadow puppet show.

Many viewers were slightly stunned in front of the screen.

The son of the family of three was surprised and said: "Oh my god, he didn't kick someone when he was down? This person is not bad."

The husband shook his head and then praised: "This character is very realistic. In reality, how many insane villains are there who madly suppress the protagonist?"

Long Er is seeking profit, but as the owner of the troupe, he must know how to forgive others and leave room for maneuver. Of course, he will not offend people for no reason.

Zhou Juan also nodded.

In the picture, Fugui led the troupe to sing shadow puppetry for a living, and Jiazhen took care of her mother at home. As spring went by and autumn came, life gradually got better.

Seeing this, she breathed a sigh of relief, and her hanging heart slowly settled down.

The son really made a fuss. This morning, he told them to bring tissues.

On the way to the cinema, he said that the director likes to stab people in a mean way.

Now it seems that I have to talk to my children when I get home.

How can you be so disrespectful?

You have to be moderate when playing memes!

How can you say that about the director? How could he be so mean?

It was really tragic at the beginning. Fugui went astray and his life took a sharp turn for the worse.

But making mistakes, birth, aging, illness and death are all human nature.

The following plot is still quite heartwarming.

However, Ms. Zhou gradually became numb.

Fugui's family was just getting better, and the bayonet of the National Security Bureau, with a bang, pierced the curtain of the shadow play, separating Pan Bizheng and Chen Miaochang who were dating under the moon, and also separating Fugui from his family.

Fugui was drafted into the army.

Fortunately, he survived.

Together with Chunsheng from the troupe, he became the only two people who survived in the army, became a prisoner of the People's Liberation Army, and worked in the revolution for a while.

Later, the People's Liberation Army gave them two options: go home or join the army.

Chunsheng, who dreamed of driving a car, chose to continue to participate in the revolution.

Fugui chose to take the money back to his hometown.

But hemp ropes only break at the thinnest point, and misfortune only finds the unfortunate.

After finally returning home, he found that his mother had passed away and his daughter could no longer speak due to a high fever...

In front of the screen.

Zhou Juan fell on the chair, raised her hands to cover her eyes, and sighed.

What a sin!

Suddenly, I felt that the child was right. This person was stabbed to death.

After Fugui quit gambling, he wanted to live a good life with his family. He was a good husband.

Jiazhen was a good wife. Every day before dawn, she carried her son and daughter to deliver water to each household for money. She raised two children alone.

Fengxia was also a good child. Fugui's mother was also gentle and kind.

But such a loving family, bad luck kept coming to the door.

It was too miserable and too bitter.

However, thinking about it this way, it seemed a little warm, at least their family really loved each other.

Wait, what is she doing?

Looking for sugar in the glass shards?

Do you have to be so humble to watch a movie? Oh...

Just when I thought of this, I heard my son's depressed voice.

"Mom, you asked me a few days ago, what does it mean to feel warm when seeing a dead body? That's how I feel now, do you understand?"

"I understand."

Zhou Juan sighed.

Just now I thought the child was rude, but now I think the child is right.

How can he be so cruel?

Zhou Juan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and continued to look at the screen.

Oh, the ticket purchasing software should really change the classification.

Don't mark the plot entry, it should be changed to horror.

It makes people terrified, afraid that someone will die in the next second.

Just when I thought of this, someone really died-Long Er.

Because the government wanted to divide the former house of Fugui's family, Long Er refused, and beat the cadres and burned the courtyard house.

The government held a public trial, and the result was-shooting.

Fugui looked at Long Er being escorted to the execution ground, and was so scared that he had to pee. He hurried home, framed the certificate of his participation in the revolution, and confirmed his family background with Jiazhen.

Fortunately, his family was a poor town.

Fugui sighed: "Poor people are good, poor people are good, nothing is better than being an ordinary person."

As soon as the voice fell, the time came to 1958 in the 1950s amid a broadcast about the "Dayuejin" steelmaking.

Fugui's two children, Fengxia and Youqing, have also grown up a little.

Unfortunately, Fengxia can't speak, and there are often naughty children who sneak attack her with slingshots.

In order to stand up for his sister, Youqing first fought with the group of children on the street, and then asked for a full bowl of noodles in the cafeteria, added a few spoons of chili, and poured the noodles and soup on the heads of the children who bullied his sister.

…

The girl next to Xu Bin exclaimed: "Youqing is so cute, his two children are so sensible."

The companion frowned and tugged at her clothes, "It's bad, won't they accuse his family?"

The girl raised her hand to cover her mouth and took a breath, "Yes, it's bad, it's over."

As soon as the voice fell, the parents of the naughty child angrily accused Fugui's family of "destroying the cafeteria, which is to destroy Da Yuejin."

But fortunately, nothing happened.

Fugui hit Youqing several times with the sole of his shoe in the cafeteria. But the family soon reconciled.

Looking at the happy and loving family, the girl sighed: "It's okay? It's okay now? I'm so happy that I'm scared."

After saying this softly, she frowned, "Damn... watching a movie makes me feel like I'm paranoid."

The companion nodded and agreed: "Yeah. I don't know how difficult Fugui is, but I really felt the difficulty of living in this hour, and I lived in fear!"

Xu Bin next to him pursed his lips.

It's not that they are paranoid, but the screenwriter is very bad.

There is a pattern that appears several times.

First, let the audience mistakenly think that a plot is a knife, but it is not a knife, and it is even a little happy and heartwarming.

The audience will doubt themselves.

There are even kind little cuties who will be ashamed of misunderstanding the crew-how can I think of others like this? Misunderstood, scolded too early, I am really guilty!

At this time, the plot will take a sharp turn, and a wave of knives will be fiercely stabbed, so that they can see what it means to be sinister!

Thinking of this, Xu Bin sighed softly.

Oh, how cheap.

I seriously suspect that when someone is typing, he is thinking about how the audience will cry while laughing secretly!