Chapter 1366

After school, Mu Zichuan picked up his schoolbag and prepared to go back. Huang Mao and Datou chased after him, hooked their shoulders and asked him to go to the video room together.

In this era, computers were not yet popular, soda pop was sold at the entrance of the movie theater for 20 cents a bottle, and the boys' favorite pastimes were arcade game halls, billiard rooms, and video halls blooming everywhere.

Mu Zichuan asked them, "Is there a new film?"

Huang Mao looked left and right, and then said in a mysteriously low voice: ""Call Girl 1988" is absolutely amazing, and now only Uncle Fat has the tape."

Mu Zichuan smiled, "It's like this again, you two don't get tired of seeing each other every now and then?"

"Brother Chuan, this time is different!" Datou said excitedly, "There is Maggie Cheung!"

"That's right, there's Feng Baobao!"

"And Yu Qianwen!"

"And Wu Jiali!"

"Feng Baobao is so pretty!" the yellow-haired man dragged him to the Hong Kong cavity in a strange way.

The two talked to each other, as if Mu Zichuan didn't know what to do if he didn't go.

Mu Zichuan despised them: "It's almost enough, watching a tertiary movie and catching up with the stars, what about the face? Pick it up."

Contempt is contempt, in the end he still went, buddy loyalty, by the way, looking for fun to pass the time.

When I arrived at the video room, I saw the poster of "The Lady of Yingzhao 1988" hanging on the door. The fat and slightly bald boss set up a stall outside, selling cigarettes, soda, melon seeds and chewing gum.

Huangmao went over to say hello with a hippie smile: "Uncle Wang, you look so energetic today, you've lost weight again."

The boss glanced at him lazily, then glanced at Datou and Mu Zichuan behind him with his wandering eyes, and said expressionlessly: "Fifty cents for a game, one piece for a new film, three yuan for a night package, two yuan for a private room, and soda and melon seeds."

"Uncle, you watch me grow up, just like my uncle, it's cheaper..."

The bargaining couldn't be over for a while, Mu Zichuan walked to the side of the road, leaned boredly against the telephone pole covered with advertisement paper, and looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street.

After about two or three minutes, a slim figure caught his attention.

It was a young girl in a white dress, about seventeen or eighteen years old, holding a docile white cat in her arms.

The girl was weeping silently, her tearful eyes were moist and clear, her skin was white and flawless, and her lips were tender red, extremely beautiful.

She is as pure and beautiful as the little dragon girl, but she is not as cold as ice, with crystal teardrops hanging from her eyelashes, she is so cute that I feel pitiful, and everything from head to toe fits Mu Zichuan's fantasy precisely.

It's often said that when love at first sight happens, it feels frozen in time for a split second.

Mu Zichuan didn't feel that time was frozen, but he really felt that time slowed down, abnormally slow, as if everything around him was in slow motion, only the person in his eyes, every move, every frown and smile, were magnified countless times show up.

And the blurry image in his mind also became clear and concrete at this moment.

"Brother Chuan, let's go in!" Huang Mao came over to give him a hand, "What's the matter, I called you a few times and there was no response."

Mu Zichuan was stunned for a while, and didn't fully recover for a while, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing? Go watch a movie, I just got a good price, so let's go." Huang Mao stretched out his hand to pull him, but he didn't pull.

Mu Zichuan turned his head and looked around. There were people coming and going on the street, but he could no longer see that beautiful girl.

"Did you see it just now?" he asked.

Huang Mao was confused: "What do you see?"

"A girl in a white skirt, holding a white cat." Mu Zichuan frowned deeply as he looked at the figure on the street.

"White cat in a white dress? Brother, are you daydreaming?" Huang Mao teased, emphasizing the word obscenely, before he finished speaking, he saw Mu Zichuan walking away quickly!

"...Hey? Brother Chuan?! Hey! Mu Zichuan, don't you look at Maggie Cheung?!"

Mu Zichuan, who walked away, waved his hands impatiently, "I can see but not touch, it's boring."

There are only three chapters today, and I didn’t write very well at the beginning. I want to write a nostalgic feeling of the 1980s... Uh, I will try to make more tomorrow