A pair of warm hands After graduating from college, I opened a movie bar by the seaside in my hometown town. On a sunny afternoon, I will move a recliner, sit at the door of the shop and count the birds in the tree. Yi is a senior in Chinese Department. He is also my employee. Unlike my laziness, he is a natural propagandist. Sometimes there are no guests in the shop, and Echo and I sit side by side under the tree at the door. Echo asked, Sister LINGO, why did you have the idea of opening a movie? I said, because I like it, I wrote a letter to Shuiyan that night. Shuiyan was my best girlfriend when I was a teenager, and now she lives in another country. I said, Shuiyan, why should I start filming? Do you still remember our boyhood dreams? Since kindergarten, I, Shuiyan and Minghui have been inseparable partners. When I was young, almost all children would say that their dream was to be a scientist in the future, except Minghui. He said, I want to go to Peking University. Primary school wrote a composition entitled "My Ideal", and my composition and Minghui's composition became model essays in the class at the same time. Minghui's ideal was greatly appreciated by the class teacher who missed the university because of the Cultural Revolution at that time, and my article was because of my "outstanding literary talent". I said my ideal is to open a cinema and watch movies every day. I said, "In such fine weather, I look forward to breathing with those who live in another world." I was ten years old that year, and I was a girl with average grades but rich and delicate emotions in my class. Shuiyan is the best girl in the class, and Minghui is the monitor and study committee member. From: The first book of composition can have very rational thoughts, sharp language and calm eyes. He likes Kirk and Kurosawa. And I like all works with formal beauty, such as bright red and green colors in the lens, thousands of turns of music or the changes of characters' expressions in the long lens. Later, Ike made a poster and publicized it regularly in the store, with black words on the red background: If love will leave loneliness, I would rather hold lonely hands-he asked me, Sister Ringo, have you ever been in love? I looked at him with vague eyes, but I didn't even know myself: was that memory a love I had? Source: In the senior high school entrance examination that year, both Minghui and Shuiyan were admitted to the senior high school of the provincial key middle school, but I missed 1.5 points and was transferred to an ordinary high school. Minghui is crazy about studying in the new school, and she can give up everything for her dream of Peking University. On weekends, we go to the suburbs to play together. The three of us were lying on the grass together, and no one spoke, letting the sun shine on us, which was warm. I turned to look at Minghui, and his face was obviously tired. We were 16 years old that year. A few friends with leisure and money suggested making a DV. During the discussion, Echo said that the movie he wanted to make was related to love, reflecting the loneliness of contemporary youth before and after love. I looked up at him when she said this, and his expression was serious among a group of people. DV has a small audience. I threw cold water on her. Of course, DV, like love, may not be watched by many people, even only a few people agree, but only those who know can taste the real value. How can DV be like love? That's because you have no love now. If you have seen it, you will believe it. What love needs is not a large audience, but a sincere person to get a * * *. I don't talk, got up and walked in the direction of the suburbs. This is a vast green, on the edge of the city. There is a house with a red roof and white walls, which stands in a pale yellow flower. I come here one day a week. When I walk in this piece of green and reach out, I can vaguely touch my boyhood and those related memories. In my senior year, I went to study at night. Sometimes Minghui will come to see me. We walked side by side in circles and never held hands until Minghui left me. In fact, at that time, I always felt that something would happen between Minghui and Shuiyan, because the distance in space was relatively close. But no, chatting with Minghui was depressing and painful, but I still couldn't help seeing him. Minghui can only talk about her depression and troubles in front of me, saying that her grades have dropped recently, or that the first round of school maintenance is about to begin. Minghui looked at me with her usual puzzled eyes. Over the years, I don't know what goals I have in life except to get into Peking University. Besides reading, what are the pleasures of life? I don't even know what my hobbies are, and I don't know why I want to enter Peking University. He shook my shoulder, you say, why should I take the Peking University exam? I didn't say anything. Later, Shuiyan also came. He said how much I like Minghui, but he was under too much pressure. He doesn't want to do anything except take an examination of Peking University. His tone was full of grassy sadness. I sat on the high steps of the playground with her, and I always knew what to say. It wasn't long before I knew that it was also that spring that Minghui gave up the walk of Zhejiang University. Because he is too stubborn, he said, I just want to get into Peking University. Echo's camera began to point at me. I stir coffee, play CDs and meditate in the afternoon sun; I am wearing a skirt with a big round hem, barefoot and painted with nail polish; My eyes are always a little blurred. Then the camera pointed at Echo, and he began to mutter about the weather, mood and our boyhood dreams. Later, I said that movies are meaningful forms, but why are many interesting things lonely instead? Lonely as love? I froze, because I vaguely saw a lonely heart like me.