A three-hour long science fiction movie, the plot development part is a bit boring. Chen Jing is happily eating popcorn, and Zheng Yu is also not focused on the movie.
In the front row, there is a young couple who have been sticking together since the beginning. The girl affectionately leans on the boy's shoulder, and the two of them are chatting and laughing while following the plot.
The movie opens with the two of them kissing brazenly under the cover of dim lighting.
Zheng Yu swallows and looks at Chen Jing beside him.
The person was munching on popcorn and asked, "What's wrong?" Zheng Yu suddenly had no thoughts and said, "Just eat your popcorn."
The special effects in the second half of the movie were done very well, but the plot was very boring. The good reputation is probably supported by the special effects. It was hard to endure until the exciting part. Zheng Yu wanted to tell Chen Jing not to eat.
As soon as I turned my head, this person had already fallen asleep, his mouth slightly open as if he was dreaming, his tongue licked his lips, but he didn't wake up.
Chen Jing couldn't take her eyes off those rosy lips, is it too much to give them a little kiss?
Their lips met, and even though Chen Jing couldn't feel any sensation, Zheng Yu's heart was uncontrollably pounding, as if condemning him as a shameless thief, coveting something that didn't belong to him.
Zheng Yu didn't want to back away. Chen Jing slowly opened her eyes with a sleepy look, not noticing that the two of them were too close. "I just had a dream that someone kissed me."
After leaving the cinema, it was time for dinner. Lin Fangchi insisted on going for hot pot, and his girlfriend wanted to meet his friends. Chen Jing didn't refuse, and by the time they finished dinner, it was already dark outside.
Chen Jing didn't stop talking this afternoon, and accidentally overate, so the two of them took a walk home to aid digestion.
Before they even reached home, they saw a familiar car parked downstairs. Chen Jing hesitated for a moment, and the good mood she had maintained all day dissipated.
Chen Yue had indeed packed up and was waiting for him to come back to say goodbye. The middle-aged man beside him frowned when he returned.
"Dad."
"Why are you back so late?" Chen's father looked a bit plump, with a stern face showing some authority.
"Had dinner with friends." Even though it had been a long time since they last met, Chen's father's first words were still a reprimand.
Chen Jing had long been accustomed to his attitude and turned his gaze to Chen Yue, "I'm leaving."
Sensing the tension between the two, Chen Yue greeted them and went downstairs early with her suitcase.
Chen's father looked around the room with disdain in his eyes, unable to suppress his disapproval. "Your mom let you live here?"
"I rented this place myself, it has nothing to do with my mom," Chen Jing said. Up to now, she still couldn't understand why they got married in the first place, given how little they thought of each other, and why they had a child.
"Why don't you go back home to live?" It wasn't a question, but more like a reproach, as Chen's father had already confirmed in his heart the miserable situation of Chen Jing at her mother's house.
Even after many years apart, they still wanted to blame all the faults on each other, and Chen Jing became a convenient tool for this.
"Chen Yue is grown up now, after all, it's not very convenient." When they divorced, the two reached an agreement that Chen Jing needed to live at Chen's father's house. Since the fire, Chen's mother has not allowed him to go there.
Chen's father choked up for a moment, then sighed and gave Chen Jing ten thousand yuan, "Rent a better place for yourself."
Chen Jing gave a cold laugh and accepted it.
When Zheng Yu entered, Chen Jing was tidying up Chen Yue's single bed. He stood behind Chen Jing and didn't know how to speak.
"Do you want to comfort me?"
Zheng Yu suddenly walked in, hugged him from behind, and whispered, "I'm here."
Chen Jing My body stiffened for a moment. Will you never leave me?
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