Just like now, his heart was full of doubts. She was a woman with a family and kids, why did she have such an unencumbered gaze? As if she was just one person, merely one person, from beginning to end alone.
Jiang Jinghuai bought a ticket on a whim, rubbing it between his thumb and index finger.
As he was about to enter, an old lady beside him, gathering her courage, asked, "Young man, would you like some sunflower seeds?"
The old woman was wearing worn-out clothes and was quite old. Jiang Jinghuai asked indifferently, "How much for a bag?"
"Five cents."
He took out five cents and handed it to her, receiving the bag of sunflower seeds. He had no intention of eating, it was purely a purchase.
All along, due to that dark knot in his heart, he hadn't properly appreciated Tian Sangsang's films. Perhaps today he could generously remain detached, viewing the film with an outsider's perspective to appreciate a different kind of beauty in his wife.
