"Okay." The younger sister giggled and ran back to the bathroom, quickly finished washing up, and ran out again.
"So fast? Did you even wash your face?" Yang Feng's lips twitched slightly as he asked.
He didn't expect his sister to be so addicted to live streaming on her phone.
"It's all clean now, hehe." The little sister smiled. "Brother, hurry up and give me my phone."
"Fine, fine, I give up." Yang Feng was actually reluctant to give her the iPhone 6, after all, it was Han Shilan's phone, and it contained commemorative photos of the two of them.
However, he believes that four years is only a short time and will pass in the blink of an eye.
My younger sister held her phone with a beaming smile; her smile was more beautiful than a blooming rose.
Yang Feng watched her return to her room, shook his head, and went into the bathroom to wash up by himself.
"Let me be your eyes...say that so you can see clearly..."
Yang Feng spat out a mouthful of water and stuck his head out to look into his sister's room.
The door wasn't closed, and she was wearing a white baseball cap, happily singing.
After washing up, Yang Feng quickly fled the place.
After leaving home, it was already nine o'clock in the morning, and the ground was very damp.
Yang Feng bought a copy of "Sunny Morning" as usual and strolled slowly down the street.
Having lost his part-time job, he now doesn't know where to kill time.
After wandering around for a while, Yang Feng arrived at Wanda Cinema.
He remembered telling her in Shuangyue Bay that he wanted to take her to see Titanic.
It's a pity she's already gone.
Yang Feng walked into the movie theater as if possessed, and exactly one hour later, the next movie was Titanic.
Sorry for not updating on time today ^-^
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 127 The Cinema (Part Two)
In the lobby of the movie theater, in the comfortable waiting area, Yang Feng sat quietly at a white round table.
His eyes were melancholy and deep as he looked at the couples at other tables, their sweet and affectionate expressions reminding him of the time he and Han Shilan had spent together.
At that time, he thought the two of them would be happy forever, but unfortunately, fate cruelly separated them.
The Xiangpiaopiao milk tea on the white round table cooled down over time. By the time Yang Feng stood up and walked towards the screening room, not a drop had been wasted; it was already cold.
Upon entering the screening room, Yang Feng purchased a couple's seat, the same spot where the two of them had previously visited the cinema.
The movie started, and the screen light reflected off his melancholy face.
Yang Feng gazed at the large screen, where this unparalleled luxury ship from the early 20th century was sailing on the sea.
Thus began a deeply moving love story.
However, Yang Feng didn't pay any attention to the movie's content, because what was the point when she wasn't around?
Just as the huge, luxurious ship capsized, a voice that haunted his dreams suddenly rang in his ears.
"Yang Feng~"
Yang Feng's pitch-black eyes suddenly narrowed, and his body sprang up as if struck by lightning, turning to look at the figure.
The couples' seats at the back were all empty. People who had been watching the movie were running out of the theater, their faces showing panic.
"Heh, an illusion?" Yang Feng gave a bitter, self-deprecating laugh, shook his head, and slumped into the seat as if all the strength had been drained from his body, a tear streaming down his cheek.
He didn't understand why the crowd watching the movie were running out in a panic.
But he didn't want to understand; he just wanted to sit here quietly.
The screening room was now empty, deathly silent.
The movie is currently showing the end credits, with black text and white text slowly rising on the black screen.
Yang Feng stared blankly at the big screen, as if all his alertness and connection to the outside world had vanished.
The crisis was gradually approaching him.
A woman in white, her face pale and contorted, yet with striking features, thick black hair covering her cheeks, and eyes gleaming with a scarlet light.
Her stiff, slender fingers had long nails, about five centimeters long, and a trace of bright red blood still lingered on them.
It slowly reached towards the back of Yang Feng's neck.
Yang Feng showed no sign of vigilance. His melancholy face looked somewhat haggard, and his vacant eyes were devoid of any light.
If he looked at the woman in white at this moment, he would remember the white-clad female ghost he encountered on the way back from the concert with Han Shilan last time!
Just as the white-clad female ghost's long fingernails were about to touch the back of Yang Feng's neck...