——Inside the cinema, everyone who had come to watch Jackie Chan's version of the movie "Myth" had already left. Only Gao Lan and Yi Dachuan remained, lingering over that hazy and desolate love.
Gao Lan: For the audience, this is just a movie, a tragic love story, but they don't know, this is not only a myth, it's also a true story!
Dachuan: Yes, everyone should have a love like this, a reality like this!
Gao Lan: Where do you think Xiaochuan is now?
Dachuan: He said he didn't want to meet, but he has always been quietly caring about us.
Right, my book has been published. I'll give you a copy. Xiaochuan has read it too, and he said it's the boldest assessment he's ever read! Dachuan said with a slight happy smile.
Gao Lan: What a coincidence, I also published a book. It's called "Goodbye, Tuan". Xiaochuan even rated it: the most beautiful and dramatic love detective novel in two thousand years. I'll give you a copy too.
Both of them opened the covers at the same time: On the title page was written——This is not just an endless beautiful myth!
The two held hands and walked out of the cinema. As they passed through the cinema doors, a gust of wind knocked over the "Myth" movie poster. Gao Lan bent down to pick it up, but suddenly heard a hoarse old voice say: Let me do it.
And so, the two left the cinema sweetly and happily. The old man bent over slowly and picked up the poster. It was Xiaochuan, now very old. Xiaochuan turned around and silently looked at Jin Xishan's poster, feeling a tinge of sadness, but in his heart there was only Yushu. He slowly said: You are not as beautiful as her.
The clay figurine Yushu once made for Xiaochuan was not far away, placed as a decoration in front of the cinema entrance. Perhaps Yushu, too, is in the heavens, deeply longing for Xiaochuan, just as Xiaochuan now deeply misses her.
But in the real world, Xiaochuan didn't know what he should do. Without true love, life felt so empty, so painful. Longing turned into lovesickness, spreading a sharp, lingering pain in his chest. Hopeless, trapped for life.
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The main story continues at night…
