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The reporter next to him, who had despised this reporter, didn't notice the image of the guy next door at all. He was completely attracted by the plot, and unconsciously poked and poked on the notebook with his pen.

Wan Xiaohu was sitting in the first row of the cinema, with Liu Yifei on the left. This was the first time the little girl saw a complete movie.With his hands clenched into fists and held under his chin, he was concentrating on the big screen without blinking his eyes.On the right is Huang Xiaoming, who is also watching the big screen intently.

The main creators were all attracted, and one can imagine how nervous the reporters and fans were.

"Huang Wei, Huang Wei!"

"mom!"

Running Huang Wei and his mother.Seeing each other more and more clearly, we ran harder.In the distant scene, the two people converged towards the intersection, stretched out their hands to each other, joy rose on their faces, and within a few steps, they would be able to hold each other's hands.

The audience in the movie theater collectively prayed for it, and through the light of the big screen, they could see the faces one by one.All kinds of distorted states are maintained, all of which show the tense mood on the scene.

"Must hold it!" Lucas shouted from the bottom of his heart.

"It's saved, it's saved!"

"Handshake!"

Some of the sad music gradually turned into excitement, setting off the atmosphere to the fullest.

But the next moment.The notes stopped abruptly.

The picture on the big screen trembled, and my mother's hand was about to hold Huang Wei's hand, and at that moment, it slid over.The whole body threw itself straight into Huang Wei's arms, and the gleaming green watch on his wrist dimmed silently and stopped.

"no no no!"

Huang Wei knelt down on his knees, hugged his mother's body, and cried bitterly.

Dim street lights, lonely mother and father, the camera slowly zooms out, and Huang Wei's growling "no" also fades away with the camera until it is inaudible.

"what!"

"Woooo!"

"How can this be!"

"Ouch!"

The exclamation of the movie theater came one after another, and even some female reporters began to sob softly, and even the elders secretly wiped the corners of their eyes.Lucas also reached out and wiped the wet corners of his eyes. It had been many years since he had shed tears from watching a movie.

"It's so classic and shocking!"

Lucas has a thousand sentences and ten thousand sentences to analyze this short "gaochao" shot, a series of possible interpretations such as price increase, time, running, etc., all flooded into his mind at this moment.But he didn't pick up the ballpoint pen he dropped, nor did he care about the notebook in his hand.

Now, he just wants to enjoy the wonderful movie-watching experience brought by "Time Planning Bureau".

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"You still have to go? To the wealthy district?" The friend asked in a drunken way while helping Huang Wei sort out his mother's belongings.

"I promised my mother that I will let her live a good life." Huang Wei looked at his wrist, "I have more than 100 years, but I can't save my mother who is close at hand. I will go to the rich area and make good use of the 100 years." For many years, do something meaningful."

"will you come back?"

"meeting."

After packing everything up, Huang Wei got into a taxi, crossed the toll booths layer by layer, paid more and more tolls each time, and headed to the rich area.A time zone with very different levels of consumption in the ghetto.

At the same time, the body of Century Brother who jumped into the river was salvaged by the time guardians played by Wu Zhenyu.The subordinates are concerned about how Brother Century died, but Wu Zhenyu only cares about where Brother Century's time has gone.

"How long have you been a time guardian?" Wu Zhenyu asked his subordinates.

"Five years."

"When you've been doing it for 50 years, you'll know what I think. It doesn't matter why he's here, it's the 100 years with him that matter."

"What do you want to do, sir?"

"Do what we always do, follow the time!"

The plot progressed slowly, and Huang Wei came to the rich area.His hurried footsteps attracted the attention of the rich, because the rich who had a long time would never be in such a hurry.He is in a restaurant, by talking to the waiter.I understand the inappropriateness of my behavior.

"You're not from around here, are you? You're a little quick about everything."

"I'm still getting used to it." Huang Wei thought for a while and said, "From another time zone, I came to this time zone suddenly, and the time difference hasn't been adjusted yet."

"Hehe. You have enough time to get used to it." The waiter looked at the watch in Huang Wei's hand and said with a smile.

Huang Wei wiped his mouth: "Maybe, not as much as you imagined. If possible, I hope it can be done faster. After all, there are still many things to do."

"You have so much time, what else do you need to worry about?"

"change the world."

Huang Wei began to learn how to integrate into the life of the rich. He bought a luxury car, entered and exited the upper class, and tried to get close to mastering the world's time transactions, the president of the time bank.But before he could make further contact, the Time Guardian had already been tracked down.Lock him as Brother Century's murderer.

At a banquet, the time guardian launched a hunt. Huang Wei had no choice but to kidnap Liu Juan, the daughter of the president of Time Bank played by Liu Yifei.Flee from the rich area to the poor area.

At this time, the 100-year time in his hands was also frozen, and he could only rely on the original wages to continue his life, and then use Liu Juan's time to continue his life.During this period, Liu Juan, who had never been to the slums, saw the hardships of life, and his father.The president who has endless time, in order to cooperate with the time guardian, also resolutely froze Liu Juan's time.

Now, the two of them could only live on Huang Wei's little salary, less than two days.They started a paragraph.The life that races against time has changed from initial hostility to ambiguity.

"Why do you want to go to the time bank, why do you have to fight against the time guardian, if you want time, you have more than 100 years in your hands." Liu Juan looked at the watch on her arm, which only had one day's time, with a blank expression asked.

"You know those hours, where I got them?"

"where?"

"I don't know who he is, he's just one of you, tired of life. He came to the slums to get drunk, I saved his life, or prevented his suicide, he told me the truth of time, And gave me his time and told me not to waste it."

"Then you should live a better life."

Huang Wei looked at the dim street outside the window: "I thought so too. On my mother's 50th birthday, I went to the bus stop with a bouquet of flowers in my hand. My mother said that she would go to work, and she would go to the bank when she got off work. Bill, she leaves an hour and a half for the ride back, and I give her my wages. We've always lived like this, and I thought it would be the same this time."

Liu Juan looked at Huang Wei quietly.

"But this time, she didn't take the bus, and the fare has increased. The original one-hour bus fare has been increased to two hours... You can't understand it at all. The person who was calling your name a second ago suddenly collapsed. The feeling of being in your arms. I have a century, but I can't give my mother a second."

"I'm sorry." Liu Juan said in a low voice.

"I hugged my mother's body, and I could feel her body temperature gradually losing. At that time, I decided that I would go to the time bank and do a big thing, a big thing that would change the world."

"What's wrong with time banks?"

Huang Wei raised his arm: "The time bank controls our clocks, or in other words, controls our genes. Using genetic technology, our time will be erased bit by bit according to the way they set. Prices are going up every day because the rich can enjoy eternal life only by exploiting the poor."

"What are you going to do?"