Sweet slice-of-life love story: Wife, Let's love again Chapter 134 - 133: You’re Too Awesome

Dingling.

The cell phone on the bed rang.

Sun Wen tilted his head, looked over, and after a mont, slowly climbed out of bed to check his phone.

"Damn it!"

He raised his phone, about to smash it to the ground, but hesitated, feeling a pang of regret, and tightly gripped the phone as he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

The ssage was from the landlord, saying that last month’s water and electricity bills had not been paid, which he usually settled in the middle of the month when he received his salary, but he hadn’t paid this month due to an argunt.

He pressed the keys to type his ex-girlfriend’s phone number, furrowed his brow, and then deleted it one by one.

"Tomorrow I’ll bring it over."

It would be the last ti.

He would make it clear to the landlord that only she would be renting the place from now on, as he had already moved out.

After sending the ssage, he got up, tidied the computer mouse off the floor, righted the chair, and cleaned up odds and ends before taking off his clothes to shower.

The clothes also needed washing... Sun Wen habitually felt his pockets and pulled out two pieces of paper.

Movie tickets.

From last week’s viewing of "Tiny Tis 4," which he found so boring that he fell asleep halfway through. They had even argued about it after the screening, only resolving it by buying a set of moisturizing lotion.

What a piece of crap... Sun Wen briskly tore the two tickets into shreds all over the floor, then got dressed and walked out the door.

Now he was free to watch whatever he wanted.

He went straight out, hailed a taxi, and headed directly to Shengtian Square, arriving at the cinema on the fifth floor. He stood at the counter without hesitation, "Furious 7, one ticket, for the nearest showing."

A large bucket of popcorn, a large Coke, wearing the 3D glasses provided by the cinema, Sun Wen sat in the middle row, in the middle seat, leaning back in his chair, anticipating the long-awaited movie as it played on the screen.

He had always preferred these thrilling types of films over sappy so-called romantic films like "Tiny Tis."

Pretentious.

If it hadn’t been for his ex-girlfriend, he wouldn’t have bothered watching it even if they paid him.

The cinema atmosphere was great, and as the movie reached its climax, a sports car executed a thrilling drift on the screen, eliciting gasps from the audience. Sun Wen, clutching his popcorn excitedly, turned his head, only to see a stranger’s face.

He suddenly felt a void in his heart.

He would never sit with her in a cinema again.

On second thought, even if they were still together, she definitely wouldn’t watch this type of movie with him.

Maybe that’s what being incompatible ant...

But if they were incompatible, how had they co together in the first place? They seed perfect for each other initially.

Sun Wen was puzzled, and couldn’t think of an answer after a long while.

The manager of this cinema must have sothing wrong with him, setting the air conditioning so low. Sun Wen shivered slightly, expressionlessly watching the car chase on the big screen.

Thinking back carefully, "Tiny Tis" might not have been that bad, he wondered why he had fallen asleep at the ti.

If he hadn’t fallen asleep, maybe they wouldn’t have argued that day...

The temperature was just as cold then, and she seed to be complaining, right?

He wondered if the next person who watched movies with her would rember to bring an extra jacket and enthusiastically accompany her to those romantic movies.

Perhaps she would find soone who also enjoyed watching romantic movies?

No, perhaps she would encounter soone she truly loved and start to enjoy action movies.

But none of that mattered to him anymore.

If only... there were no "if onlys."

Sun Wen felt a sourness in his eyes and simply took off his 3D glasses to rub them, squinting at the sowhat blurry big screen.

The connections between people were really weak; once they parted, there was no future, as if they were strangers each living new lives.

Whether intimate or quarreling, laughing or roughhousing, or even giving cold shoulders and teasing, all the sweetness, sourness, bitterness, and spiciness of life had nothing to do with the other person anymore.

The movie was nearing its end when a stranger beside him nudged Sun Wen’s elbow and passed him a tissue, "Buddy, here."

"Thank you."

Sun Wen took it sowhat awkwardly, wiping his face and sniffed as he continued to watch the screen.

Monts later, he suddenly bowed his head, burying his face deep in his legs, not wanting strangers to see his abnormality.

Perhaps in the future, soone would shout "Ice Palm" in the winter, stretching their icy hands into his collar, but it wouldn’t be her.

Perhaps soone else would draw smiley faces on his stomach with paint, lie stiffly in bed for him to hold, talk about their "immortal qi" in the steamy bathroom, cover his face with a facial mask teasing him about his large face, tug at his sleeves and pull him down, trying to make him shorter...

But it wouldn’t be her.

He would never hear her hearty laugh with hands on her hips, nor see her sitting on the ground crying.

Sun Wen had fantasized countless tis about what it would be like after they parted, but he never imagined that when that day really ca, he would only miss the good about her.

On the screen, Paul and Van Diesel looked at each other in the car, then drove off in opposite directions,

As the credits rolled, the screen went black and transitioned into a moriam for Paul; the stranger beside him, eyes red, took off his glasses, sniffed, and turned to look at Sun Wen, reaching for another tissue to offer.

He was here for a second viewing; the premiere had left many with teary eyes, so Sun Wen’s behavior wasn’t surprising to him.

"Buddy."

The stranger gently tapped Sun Wen’s shoulder twice, getting no response. He sighed, "Hey, I understand how you feel. Just cry if you want to. That day..."

"Whimper..." Sun Wen cried audibly.

"Yeah, it’s okay. See, so many people are crying." He looked around; half the audience was leaving, and the other half sat still, quietly watching the credit roll, all seeming lancholic.

"Sigh, I’m watching this for the second ti and still can’t help being moved. Goodbyes... Many of them co unexpectedly. Maybe one day with a turn, the familiar faces are gone forever," the stranger rambled on.

Being fellow hardcore movie fans, he felt an emotional connection and sothing to discuss with this tall man.

Sun Wen’s crying grew louder, eventually turning into loud sobbing.

"..."

The remaining audience turned their heads in surprise, while the stranger awkwardly raised his hand, unsure whether to continue consoling.

This hardcore fan was a bit too hardcore...

"Isn’t it a bit much, buddy? It’s just a movie. How about I treat you to see ’Teddy Bear’ next door, or maybe ’Chinatown’ or ’Terminator’?"

The stranger muttered to himself, his previous sense of lancholy from the movie completely erased, now sowhat bemused.

It was just a movie...

As the end song played on the screen, a six-foot-tall man sat crying loudly in the central seat.

For him, it wasn’t just about one movie; it represented countless future movies where one person would be forever missing.