Yang Xiaole left the lane around 8:30.

After taking a stroll, he thought about where he could have some fun.

Most of the shops on the roadside were already closed, except for a few service industries like cinemas.

Since there was nothing important to do, he aimlessly wandered around the area.

In his thoughts, he heard a passionate and enthusiastic voice behind him.

"His childhood of suffering, the flames of war, and hard labor have tempered his will."

"Even when he became blind and paralyzed, he still insisted on working and writing books for the youth!"

"Only by dedicating oneself to a noble ideal can one's life have true value."

Yang Xiaole turned his head and saw a bicycle team, consisting of about seven or eight people, most of whom were not very old, with the oldest being around sixteen or seventeen and the youngest being around twelve or thirteen.

There were also two or three girls sitting at the back.

These three sentences came from three different people, one of whom was a girl with two ponytails.

It was like reciting poetry, passionate and emotional, bursting out their feelings loudly.

The bicycles were moving fast and soon passed by him.

Looking at these energetic people, Yang Xiaole couldn't help but admire the spirit of the young people these days.

"Ouch!"

A cry of pain came from behind.

Yang Xiaole frowned.

It turned out to be the girl on the far side of the bike.

She must have shouted too excitedly, causing her legs to kick up and hit his bike.

Hearing the commotion, the bike in front stopped.

The girl got off the bike and squatted on the ground.

The young man naturally got off as well.

Looking at the girl massaging her feet on the ground, he quickly asked, "Ximin, are you okay?"

The girl took off her shoes and glanced at them, shaking her head. "I'm fine, just bumped it a little, it'll be fine in a while."

The young man felt relieved upon seeing this.

He turned his head and looked at Yang Xiaole with some dissatisfaction. "You, with your narrow eyes, didn't you see there was a bike behind? Riding so slowly, don't you know how to make way?"

Yang Xiaole originally wanted to show some concern because he didn't pay attention to whether he had hit the other person's bike.

But after hearing this, he became a little unhappy.

It wasn't his fault.

Looking at the other person, he calmly said, "Sorry, I don't have the ability to see people from behind with my buttocks like you do."

The others laughed at his words.

"What the hell are you saying? Do you want to get beaten?"

Yang Xiaole glanced at him. "It seems like your eyes are on top of your head, and you can only see people from behind. I was riding properly, and you guys came rushing from behind without looking at the road. Is it because you forgot to bring your brain when you left home?"

I brought my ID this time. Even if things escalate, I'm not afraid of going to the police station.

If it really was his fault, it would be only right to apologize. He hated people who were unreasonable and still acted arrogantly.

There was no profanity in his words, but they were very harsh.

Young and full of energy, they couldn't bear such insults.

The young man's face turned red. "I'll beat you!"

He was about to step forward.

Meanwhile, Yang Xiaole pretended to reach into the bag next to him, preparing to scare the other person with a butcher knife.

After all, they were not very old.

Who wasn't afraid of death?

Just as he took out the knife and was about to scare the other person...

"Shout and sell, what's going on here?"

A voice came from behind. Several people wearing beige clothes came over.

The leader was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

He was about 1.8 meters tall and very strong.

Hearing the commotion, the young man who was just angry also stopped.

"Hehe, I knew it was you! Yang Xiaole!"

A young man next to him smiled when he saw him.

Yang Xiaole glanced at him. Wasn't this Feng Aijun, whom he had met in the morning?

Looking at him, he smiled. "Why are you guys here? What's going on?"

"Oh, Xidan Cinema is showing another film by Paul Keres today. We from the large courtyard are going to watch it together. We saw someone who looked like you, so Brother Hongjun called out to you."

Feng Aijun looked around curiously and asked, "What happened?"

Yang Xiaole explained what had just happened.

The injured girl and her group also gathered around upon hearing his explanation.

After hearing his explanation, Zhao Hongjun, who Feng Aijun referred to as Brother Hongjun, turned to a slightly older person inside and asked, "Chen Dongxing, what's going on? Is this how things are in your cadre's large courtyard now?"

"Ouch, Zhao Hongjun, what's the matter? Do you want to quit your job?"Seeing his expression, Zhao Hongjun smiled and said, "Didn't you see someone taking things out? What if someone gets hurt? It's not a big deal. Let's disperse. The movie will be over soon. We have to hurry!"

Chen Dongxing heard this and glanced at the sharp knife in Yang Xiaole's hand.

He naturally saw it just now.

But he didn't think it would escalate to that extent.

But after thinking about it, he said to the young man, "Alright, Lin Hai, let's go. The movie has already started."

The young man stopped when he took out the knife.

He was also afraid of the kitchen knife. What if something happened? Hearing this, he found a way out and nodded quickly.

He glared at Yang Xiaole and asked the girl, "Are you okay?"

"It's nothing, it doesn't hurt much."

"Okay then, let's go. Don't delay watching the movie."

They helped each other onto the bike and left.

As for apologizing, forget about it.

After they left, Zhao Hongjun glanced at Yang Xiaole and said, "Alright, put away the things. Is there a need to be so angry? This can be a deadly weapon."

After speaking, he said to Feng Aijun, "Alright, let's go. The movie should have started by now."

With a wave of his hand, they rushed towards Xidan Shopping Mall.

Feng Aijun watched them leave anxiously and asked Yang Xiaole, "Are you going to watch the movie? If you are, let's go together. They are showing 'Paul Koshkin' today! There happens to be an extra ticket since someone didn't come."

Yang Xiaole looked outside and felt that there was nothing to do at this time.

The commune occasionally had film screenings from the city, but they always showed old movies. Sometimes they would repeat the same ones for a whole year.

He was tired of them.

"Paul Koshkin, that name is too familiar. How Steel Was Tempered."

After a moment of thought, he nodded and said, "Alright, let's go together!"

After Feng Aijun finished speaking, he quickly got on the bike and followed them. "Hey, let's go, hurry up."

Naturally, Yang Xiaole followed behind.

When they arrived, there were still many people at the entrance of the cinema.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xiaole knew that there were probably no more tickets.

Entertainment options were already scarce these days, and these foreign film screenings were definitely sold out.

Sure enough, just as he thought, they were already sold out.

But their tickets were bought in advance.

After arriving at the location, they parked the bike in the parking lot and paid two fen for parking before going to the ticket gate.

Zhao Hongjun stood outside urging, "Hurry up!"

When he saw the two approaching, he handed a ticket to Feng Aijun, then looked at Yang Xiaole.

"Do you have a ticket?"

Before Yang Xiaole could speak, Feng Aijun next to him spoke up, "Brother Hongjun, he doesn't have a ticket. Yangzi didn't come, right? Give him a ticket."

Zhao Hongjun nodded at his words and handed a ticket to him.

Yang Xiaole thanked him and took the ticket.

Then the three of them entered the cinema.

By this time, the movie had already started. They found their seats in the long line and sat down.

Yang Xiaole looked at the price of the ticket, six fen, and after a moment of thought, took out money and handed it to Feng Aijun.

Feng Aijun glanced at it but didn't take it. "Alright, keep it. Consider it my treat."

After speaking, he focused his gaze on the screen.

Yang Xiaole looked at him and put the money away.

His gaze fell on the cinema.

The film screenings in the commune were occasionally visited by the city's screening teams, but the picture quality and sound were not comparable to the cinema's.

The smell of smoke inside was just too strong.

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It could be described as being surrounded by smoke. After all, smoking was not prohibited in cinemas during this period.

Even though he used to smoke in his previous life, he couldn't stand it.

He endured it and focused his gaze on the screen. He hadn't actually seen this movie before, but he had heard of it.

However, he couldn't stand Feng Aijun spoiling it from time to time.

He asked in a low voice and found out.

It turned out that the production brigade had a dedicated screening room. This movie had already been released in the Soviet Union last year, and they had watched it at the beginning of the year, but it didn't feel the same as watching it in the cinema.

So today was the first time it was being screened here, and everyone came to watch.

Yang Xiaole was speechless at this and couldn't help but look at Dad differently. A production brigade even had a dedicated screening room.

And this guy also said that the production brigade had a dedicated kindergarten, primary school, and shop.

It was only after entering junior high school that they attended the same school as ordinary people.

For a moment, he couldn't help but admire him.

It had to be said that when people were bored to a certain extent, any form of entertainment was good. Even this old movie was enjoyable for him.

When he saw Paul and Duniya embracing and kissing, there was a burst of noise in the audience.

Many women covered their eyes, while some secretly watched through their fingers.

These were mainly young people.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xiaole couldn't help but sigh. The older generation had seen too much and their thoughts were not so pure, but this generation of young people was still relatively good.

It was only in those few years that they went astray.

After the movie ended, it was already around ten o'clock. People left the cinema with a lingering feeling of not having enough.Yang Xiaole followed out, with a large crowd still gathered at the entrance, mostly composed of young people.

Today was Saturday, and there was an extra show compared to usual.

After they came out, Feng Aijun said to him, "We have to go back, or we'll get beaten up. We'll come to play with you again when we have a chance. By the way, which school are you from?"

"Oh, I'm not from the city. My uncle works here. I'm just visiting him."

Upon hearing this, the eyes of several people in the group turned to him.

Their faces were full of surprise.

"Ah, I see! Well, we'll see you again when we have a chance. We're leaving now!"

When Feng Aijun heard that he was from the countryside, he didn't ask any more questions, as the chances of meeting again in the future were slim.

"Um, goodbye!"

After a few greetings, they parted ways.

As for the others, since they didn't know each other, they didn't say much.

The person who had just had a conflict with him also followed out, but didn't say anything and quickly left on his bike.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole felt there was no need to stay here any longer.

He rode his bike towards the Vegetable Market near Xidan.

Suddenly having so much money, he planned to go to the black market to exchange some tickets tomorrow morning, then go to the mall to buy some things and he could go back.

At this time, there were not many pedestrians on the road, and the road was empty.

From time to time, he could see the elderly ladies from the small-footed patrol team on patrol.

Seeing his outfit, they didn't specifically come up to check.

When he arrived near the Vegetable Market, he found a lane to enter, and quietly entered the space behind a pile of firewood.

In the space, he took a bath and then directly fell asleep.

(End of Chapter)