Chapter 287 Seeing the Movie


    Vincent followed her gaze and looked over. With a frown, he said, “Okay, we’ll see that one. I’ll buy the


    ticket. Give us a private box.”


    Le was puzzled. He came out to watch a cartoon and requested to block booking.


    Pointing at the poster, he said, “Give us that box. Make sure no one will disturb us.”


    As he spoke, he tossed his cred card to the ticket seller. Then he arrogantly held the tickets and walked


    to see the movie while holding Le’s hand.


    Even after they had sat down and the movie started to y, Le was still at a loss. How could he


    apany her to see a cartoon? Besides, she didn’t request to see the carton, did she?


    There were only two of them in the box. It was so quiet that they could hear each other’s breath.


    Le cast a secret nce at Vincent who was sitting next to her. He concentrated on the screen, on


    which there weremercials. The movie was about to y.


    “Why are you looking at me instead of the screen?” asked him in a deep voice.


    With a deep frown, he looked quite impatient. He didn’t understand why she had chosen to see the


    cartoon. “How childish!”


    Le curled her lips helplessly. She didn’t pick up the cartoon.


    “Why are you silent? Compared with seeing a movie in our private theatre at home, it nicer to watch it


    here, isn’t it?”


    Le was startled by his words. She looked at him uneasily. His handsome face looked pure and neat,


    but there was a trace of gloominess on it. He squinted his sharp eyes, gazing at her.


    It turned out that he still minded that she had seen a movie with Theodore before.


    Le was in a daze and didn’t know what to speak. They were in such a big space which was quite


    luxurious. It was far bigger and more luxurious than the theatre at home, so she felt morefortable


    seeing the movie here. The couch was wide and huge, so cozy that she wanted to nap.


    Vincent nced at themercial on the screen. With an evil and ironic smile on his face, he asked,


    “Did you also watch the cartoon with another man?”


    Le clenched the hemline of her clothes. She always felt uneasy in his presence.


    “Answer me!” Vincent stared at her and snapped, “Which movie did you see with him?”


    “Well, we didn’t see a cartoon,” Le answered in a low voice, biting her lower lip. She felt quite upset,


    always afraid that she would say something wrong.


    “What did you see?”


    “In the Mood for Love.” Le wondered if her words would provoke him.


    Pak! The lighter went off and the fire lit up. Le saw Vincent’s gloomy face. He lit up a cigarette and


    took a drag.


    “Did you like it?”


    “Yeah, very much,” she answered honestly.


    Suddenly, he reached out to pinch her chin, raising her face to look at him. Seeing the stubbornness in


    her eyes, he had an impulse to lose temper.


    “Isn’t In the Mood for Love a porn movie?” he said casually while casting a nce at her and loosened


    the grip on her chin.


    Le gaped. How could it be a porn movie?


    She was speechless. That movie was indeed an art movie.


    Vincent added, “You are only allowed to watch cartoons from now on. No porn movies!”


    “I didn’t!” Le wanted to retort him, but she didn’t have the guts.


    “Watch the movie. Shut up!” Vincent’s voice was expressionless as if it sounded from afar. The


    cigarette between his fingers almost burned out. He tossed it on the floor, feeling annoyed for some


    reason.


    Le looked at the screen, wondering whether she shouldugh or cry.


    It seemed that except for the cartoons, other movies had be porn movies in his mind, hadn’t they?


    As far as Le knew, since The Lion King was released, it had won the attention and favor of the world


    and achieved unprecedented sess and glory. For a long time, it was the only cartoon movie in film


    history to enter the top ten box office, bing the most sessful animated film in the history of


    Disney


    Some critics said that this movie had the shadow of the famous Hamlet, which had won many cheers.


    Therefore, The Lion King''s heatwave has swept all over the world. It had been configured into twenty-


    seven differentnguages and warmly weed by the audience in forty-six countries and regions. It


    had won the hearts of millions of audiences all over the world.


    It was worth mentioning that The Lion King incubated popr music among children and adults -- such


    as Can You Feel the Love Tonight and Circle of Life, thus enduring and bing a popr musical


    film on Broadway.


    Although it was a cartoon movie, it was quite attractive. Le had seen this movie before, but it was


    during her high school. Recalling the scenes, she should enjoy watching it again.


    She watched the screen in silence. From the birth of Simba to Simba was nestling in his parents’ arms,


    the warm scene attracted Le as well as Vincent.


    He gazed at the screen with his deep eyes. Le wondered what was on his mind.


    She was attracted by his serious look. Sensing that he was quite solemn and different, she tilted her


    head and looked at him.


    Vincent lit up another cigarette with his lighter. The sound of opening the light lid was quite clear. He


    took a drag and exhaled white smoke.


    The smoke wreathed his face, and his outlined handsome face looked blurred. But his eyes were still


    sharp. He was gazing at the screen, but Le could sense that his thoughts were not on the scene.


    She looked back at the screen -- it was the scene that Simba was with his father. Mufasa told Simba


    that everything the line touched was their kingdom.


    Simba asked what about the dark ce.


    Mufasa said that he couldn’t be a king by courage alone.


    Obviously, it was the scene a father was teaching his son how to live on. Vincent watched it so


    seriously as if he was recalling something through this scene.


    When Scar didn’t save his brother but pushed Mufasa to the cliff, Le could obviously feel that


    Vincent’s body was instantly tightened.


    Le turned to look at him. At this moment, his face was under the blue light, looking quite ruthless.


    Suddenly, she felt that Vincent was the proud lion king with a deadly domineering manner.


    “Did you have a good childhood without your father?” he suddenly asked in the dark.


    ‘Childhood without a father?’ Le reechoed his words inwardly.


    Her heart was tightened. Indeed, her father didn’t apany her all through her childhood and youth.


    When other kids were sent to the school and picked up by their fathers, she felt so envious. She could


    only hide in the corner weeping without saying anything because she was afraid that her mother would


    feel heartbreaking. Whenever she asked her mother where her father was, her mother would always


    burst into tears.


    Le turned to look at Vincent. Suddenly she recalled that she had ever heard from Vincent that he


    didn’t have parents. She heard it when he was still dating her older sister. He had never asked where


    his parents had gone.


    There was still a half-burned cigarette between his fingers. He cast a nce at her, smoking in silence.


    “Quite lonely,” Le uttered two words in a low voice.


    Vincent was quiet. Staring at her eyes, he asked, “No hatred?”


    Le was stiffened without turning to look at him. Except for the sounds from the movie, seemingly the


    current quiet atmosphere quite suited them currently.


    “Is the hatred useful? Could it turn back the time to restart my childhood?” She lowered her head. Then


    she said, “The hatred would only bring me unhappiness.”


    Vincent turned around and gazed at the screen, without looking at her either. Suddenly, he said in a low


    voice, which directly went into Le’s heart, “I feel more unhappy since I don’t have the hatred.”


    Le didn’te back to her senses fully. Then she clenched her hands. “Forgetting will bring your


    happiness.”


    She wanted to ask him if he didn’t have a father in his childhood either.


    However, when the words reached the tip of her tongue, she still couldn’t speak out. Instead, she said,


    “Back then, other kids were sent to school and picked up by their fathers. During the weekend, their


    fathers would take them out for fun. Some of them went to the amusement park together with their


    parents, taking the roller coaster or merry-go-around. Some of them went flying kite. During the spring


    outing, their fathers would drive them to have a barbecue in the mountainous area and stayed in the


    tent. My mother and I had never had spring outings or gone to the amusement park...


    “Moreover, other kids would eat the ice cream in summer, but I even couldn’t afford a Popsicle. It was


    all because I didn’t have a father. It sounded quite difficult, but after being through it, I felt that I’m quite


    lucky. I still have a mother. The suffers that I experienced before made me feel quite happy now and I


    can cherish my current life...”


    Le said in a faint voice. Vincent suddenly took a drag. On the scene, Simba fainted on the drynd


    and then encountered his friends Timon and Pumbaa. Suddenly, Vincent stood up and said in a deep


    voice, “I’ll go out for a while.”


    Le was taken aback, wondering if she had said something wrong. “Oh, sure!”


    Vincent walked out without telling her what he was going to do.


    In the huge private box, Le was left alone. She tried her best to focus on the scene, and she was


    attracted by it indeed. Simba had lost his father Mufasa and left his lion pack, so pitiful.


    Looking at his pitiful look, Le felt her heart softened. She couldn’t help crying -- Simba was so poor.


    Then, Simba gradually grew up and encountered his childhood ymate -- Nana. They hugged each


    other intimately. Le burst into tears again because she was touched.


    Suddenly, she heard the footsteps behind her. Turning around, she saw a tall and strong figure walking


    to sit down beside her in a haze. A cup of ice cream appeared in front of her. It was a tiny cup, the


    smallest one. In his hands, there was a bag of snacks, a big bucket of popcorn, and a cup of hot


    chocte.


    Le was stunned.


    “Take it!” said he in a deep voice.


    Le quickly lowered her head and took over the ice cream, wondering if he deliberately bought it for


    her because she told him that she didn’t eat ice cream during her childhood.


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    If so, she was stiffened at the thought of it. Although the ice cream cup was freezing in her hands, she


    felt extremely warm. Facing him, she even couldn’t find the right words. However, if she kept silent, it


    would be too awkward. Her hands clenched the hemline of her clothes. Then she said, “Thank you.”


    ‘Vincent, could you please stop being so tender to me? I’m so afraid of your tenderness.


    ‘The thing that fears me more is how I should face you?


    ‘Vincent, did you also feel lonely during your childhood?’ her inner voice said.


    A piece of tissue was handed over and pressed into her hands. “Wipe off the thing on your face. So


    ugly! How could you cry when watching a cartoon? So childish!”


    Le inhaled all of a sudden. The light in the box was so dim. How could he see the tears on her face?


    She felt confused but still took over the tissue. After wiping off the tears on her face, she raised her


    head in embarrassment.


    “Hurry up and eat it. It’ll melt,” said he again. He reached out his fingers and stroked the hair in front of


    her forehead.


    She looked up at him, casting a nce of his face in the dark, only to find his ck eyes glinting. There


    was still a cigarette between his fingers. He put it to his mouth and took a drag. In the smoke, he


    looked at her in silence. Neither of them spoke.


    “Hurry up!” he broke the silence. “Don’t interrupt me from watching the movie.”


    Then he switched his gaze to the screen.