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The air in the theater seemed to freeze.

On the big screen, there are scenes of Chihiro's parents turning into pigs, and scenes of her own body gradually becoming transparent.

This double impact, like two invisible hands, gripped everyone's throats.

Those female college students who came expecting to read healing love letters.

They were pale-faced and clutched their companions' hands tightly, as if only in this way could they draw a sense of security.

Old K sat in the corner, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

The laptop he brought was still lit up, displaying the words "The Fall of a Genius" in large characters, emitting a faint glow in the darkness, like a silent mockery.

His mind went blank. All film criticism theories and all critical perspectives seemed so ridiculous and powerless in the face of the extreme fear he had just experienced.

He even forgot what he came there for.

Like other viewers, he was completely drawn into that mysterious world, feeling the same isolation and helplessness as the protagonist.

On the screen, there's a little girl named Chihiro.

At this moment, she was huddled in the shadows of the bathhouse, shivering like a kitten drenched by a downpour.

She seemed so out of place in the bizarre and fantastical world around her.

Fear, confusion, and the despair of being abandoned completely enveloped her.

This suffocating feeling penetrated the screen and was precisely transmitted to everyone in the theater.

Just as this sense of oppression reached its peak, a splash of white entered the scene.

The boy named Haku found Chihiro, who was curled up in the darkness.

Without saying a word, he simply squatted down and handed her three still-warm rice balls.

His voice was the first gentle sound Chihiro heard in this strange world.

"Eat quickly, I've cast a spell to restore your strength."

Chihiro slowly raised her head, her eyes, reddened by fear, filled with wariness and distrust.

She didn't reach out to take it immediately.

Bai Long didn't urge him, but patiently held it up.

Finally, with trembling hands, Chihiro accepted the three rice balls.

She lowered her head and took a small bite.

It has no taste.

Her sense of taste seemed to have been numbed by fear.

She was simply performing the act of eating, trying to prove that she was still alive.

However, as the warm rice slid down her esophagus into her cold stomach, as that pure kindness began to melt her nerves, which had been frozen by fear.

Something, deep within her, quietly collapsed.

All the emotions that had been forcibly suppressed finally found an outlet, like a flood bursting its banks.

She no longer swallowed tentatively in small sips.

Her actions suddenly changed, and she began to wolf down the rice balls, stuffing them into her mouth.

It was as if they wanted to swallow all the pain, fright, and grievances they had suffered in the past few hours, along with the rice, and bury them deep inside.

Followed by.

A large tear rolled down her cheek without warning and landed on the white rice ball.

Then came the second drop, and the third drop.

Large tears, like pearls from a broken string, flowed uncontrollably down her dusty cheeks.

The camera slowly zoomed in, giving a huge close-up of Chihiro's face.

On that face covered in rice grains, all the pretense of strength and feigned composure crumbled at that moment.

All that remains is the most primal sorrow.

Salty tears mixed with the sweetness of rice—that's the true taste of this rice ball.

This scene was like a perfectly timed punch, striking the hearts of every adult in the theater.

They are no longer bystanders.

They saw themselves in Chihiro's tear-streaked face.

A programmer who came to watch a movie right after getting off work.

Suddenly, I saw myself on the subway home late at night after finishing overtime, looking at the city lights outside the window, and suddenly wanting to burst into tears.

A sales manager, reeking of alcohol, walked into the movie theater after having drinks with clients.

Suddenly, I saw myself at a drinking party, being verbally abused and scolded by the other party, yet I could only nod and bow, smiling and apologizing.

A girl who has just broken up with her boyfriend and wants to find a movie to numb herself.

Suddenly, I saw myself, facing my lover's indifferent back, only able to hide in a deserted corner, silently licking my wounds.

"An adult's breakdown always happens in an unexpected moment."

Someone was thinking this to themselves, though no one knew who it was.

Su Bai, with a single shot of him eating, precisely captured this moment.

In the quiet theater.

"Ugh..."

A suppressed sob, finally unable to be held back, rang out abruptly in the darkness.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

That sob was like a signal.

A signal that I wasn't the only one who was sad.

It instantly ignited all the emotions that the adult audience had been accumulating in their lives for a long time but had nowhere to put.

The female college students, who had previously been terrified by their parents turning into pigs, could no longer hold back. They covered their mouths, their shoulders trembling violently, and they let out soft sobs.

A man in a suit and tie, who looked like a company executive, slowly took off his glasses, raised his hand and vigorously wiped his face, letting warm tears flow through his fingers.

A boy in the back row who had been trying to remain calm while holding his girlfriend now buried his head in her shoulder and started crying like a child.

The sound of sobbing quickly spread throughout the theater.

This is empathy for the movie's plot.

Everyone present, through Chihiro's tears, completed their own emotional outpouring.

They were not only crying for Chihiro, but also for themselves.

It is those unspeakable grievances, those responsibilities that must be shouldered, and those anxieties that keep you tossing and turning in the dead of night.

It's that exhausted version of myself, whose edges have been smoothed out by life, yet who still has to face the world with a smile the next day.

In the corner, film critic Lao K's hand, holding a pen, began to tremble slightly, unable to stop himself.

He looked at the little girl on the screen, her face streaked with tears, and listened to the real crying sounds around him.

His mind went blank, as if something had been completely overturned.

He finally understood what was truly terrifying about Su Bai, the young man known as the "Old Thief" across the internet.

It's not about creating those creepy monsters.

It's not about creating that fantastical, imaginative world.

Rather, he can use the simplest image to accurately find the softest corner of your heart.

Then, without any mercy, he stabbed it in.

This seemingly gentle strike was far more deadly than any of the previous horrors and terrors.

Old K chuckled self-deprecatingly, his eyes welling up with tears.

He knew that after tonight, a new era for animated films might be about to begin.

The sword in the animation "Su Bai" is not aimed at the plot, nor at the opponents who are waiting to see the joke.

Instead, it went straight into the heart of every adult present.