Senior Superstar

  The feature film of Chapter 871 has just begun? (Please ask for monthly ticket, please book in full!)

  Weibo.

   Seeing the beginning of the third act, Shen Mengjun, who was kicked out of the house and was about to go to the nursing home, was sighed by the netizens.

  Although the role of Shen Mengjun is boring, netizens are still a little bit unbearable to see the old man in the mirror, which is indistinct but unconcealed when she was young, in the photo on the table;

   "For a while, I didn't even know what to say. The old man has gone bad? Or is the bad man getting old? These two sentences do not seem to apply to Shen Mengjun."

   "It can be seen that Shen Mengjun should be beautiful when he was young. Although it is annoying when he is old, he still feels sour when he sees a beauty twilight."

   "Although Shen Mengjun has many misfortunes, she was also young."

"The strong wind swept deep red, and the green leaves were full of branches. When I saw this story, I could only shake my head and sigh. Shen Mengjun is the proudest thing to cultivate a son of a university professor. She would never have thought that his son would one day Send her to a nursing home. At this moment, I believe Shen Mengjun is dead. The greatest pride in her life has been turned away from her."

  In the comment area, the comments of netizens are rolling, and the plot of the third act continues;

   Put the photo and his pitiful personal items into the backpack, and Shen Mengjun went out of the room.

  When she went out, the living room was empty.

  The granddaughter went to the hospital and she knew that her son was at home.

   But when she walked to the door of her son's room, she heard the crackling noise from the keyboard inside, but she could not knock down the hand that she raised.

  Finally, she hesitated and turned around and went to the living room alone.

   Putting on her reading glasses, she took out her old phone and pressed the dial shortcut key-grandson's shortcut key is "2".

  The call was made soon.

   "Hey, grandma."

  Hearing the voice from the other end of the phone, Shen Mengjun's gloomy face instantly showed brilliance.

   "Xiaoyu, are you still in the hospital? How is your mother?"

   "Yes, in the hospital. My mother is getting better, but the doctor said that I can no longer be stimulated, nor can I have too much pressure. Grandma, I haven't eaten yet."

   "What do you want to eat? Grandma will make it for you!"

   "No need for grandma, I want to eat hot pot from the sea. I'll just go back and order takeaway by myself."

   "Do you have to wait? Grandma will call you!"

Without waiting for the grandson on the other end to say anything, Shen Mengjun immediately hung up the phone.

  But when she actually went to execute it, she ran into trouble-she just wanted to cook a meal for her grandson before leaving home, or watch the grandson eat a meal. I didn't expect at all that I would never order a takeaway.

  She immediately thought of her old partner, Lao Li, and after searching through her phone book for a long time, she dialed the phone again.

  "Hello? Lao Li, how do you call the takeaway?"

   "Why do you still remember to eat takeaway? You are not used to eating outside food, and you also think the food sold outside is not affordable?"

  Lao Li on the phone side was a little surprised.

  "It's not me, it's Xiaoyu! He wants to eat Haidilao's hot pot."

   "Oh, what I said. I can't. You wait a moment, I will let our daughter tell you."

   "What are you doing? Call for takeaway? Then just download an external software on your phone."

  Under the guidance of Lao Li's daughter, Shen Mengjun started the operation. But after studying for a long time, the two of them didn't get on the same line.

   "I said Aunt Shen, what kind of mobile phone do you have? Why is there no software market yet?"

  "Moto Rolla?"

  "Motorola? Look at the back of the phone, what model is it?"

   "C, oh, wait a moment, I will find a bright place to take a look, is this 1118?"

   "Damn! You're going to rest."

  The phone was directly hung up by Lao Li's daughter.

  Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Shen Mengjun scratched his head.

  It was at this time that there was a shout outside the door.

  "Hello Miss Liu, your takeaway is here, please open the unit door, please!"

   Hearing this yell, Shen Mengjun immediately put down the phone and trot out the door.

   Seeing the takeaway boy who just came in at the door, she grabbed him.

   "Oh madam, what are you doing?"

   "Boy, that. How do you call this takeaway?"

  "Download the mobile phone software, did you see it? Are you grouped? After downloading, you can just click on it if you want to eat."

  The takeaway boy who delivered the food to the reporter responded.

   "I won't, boy, do you think this will work? You can give me a hot pot from Haidilao, and then I will give you how much."

  Shen Mengjun no longer had the usual domineering at this time, and her tone was almost pleading.

   "Your boss took me to make fun at night, right?"

  The anxious takeaway took her hand away, "My order is time-limited, how can I have time to buy it for you."

  Just as the two were pulling, the phone that the deliveryman hung around his neck rang again.

  "Hello? I'm here, I'm in, I'll send it up right away! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I encountered a mental illness downstairs."

  Even so, Shen Mengjun did not let go.

   "Boy, just do a favor to the aunt. I'll give you money!"

  Looking at the one hundred yuan Shen Mengjun deducted from the bag, the takeaway was taken aback.

"Mother, I really don’t have time. That’s good, don’t you want to eat hot pot? You, go to the supermarket over there, there is that kind of instant hot pot, buy it yourself and soak it in water, and you’ll have it! I’ll deliver the meal. Go, goodbye!"

  Pulling Shen Mengjun's hand away, the deliveryman hurriedly went upstairs.

  Looking at the supermarket on the corner, Shen Mengjun scratched his head.

  As soon as the screen turns, a self-heating pot has been placed in the kitchen.

  Looking at the dazzling array of materials inside, Shen Mengjun's eyes were full of confusion.

  "The salesperson said that after flushing with water, you can get hot pot?"

  Put all the ingredients and ingredients into his own soup basin, and Shen Mengjun poured boiling water.

  The next second, something magical happened.

  The hot pot in the soup basin seemed to have been enchanted by a witch, turning into a pool of gray foam, braving the steaming heat, rolling out of the white soup basin.

  Seeing this scene, Shen Mengjun opened his mouth wide.

  The story ends here, and the lively comment area has been completely silent.

  Except for those bots that posted spam advertisements and gambling sites, all netizens were silent.

  After a while, someone wrote down their feelings one after another;

   "Fuck, she just wants to cook a meal for her grandson, why is it so difficult!? What's wrong with this era!?"

   "I remember that I watched a short video on Doushou a few days ago. There was an old lady soaking herself in a hot pot on the high-speed rail. This was also the scene."

"The times are developing too fast. There are many new things that the old people can't understand. I also watched that video, and my heart was very sour. Today I saw the similar scene in the plot, and my heart still couldn't help but feel a pain. Hope. As this era progresses, don’t forget the people of the previous era."

   "After losing her son, Shen Mengjun finally realized that she had been abandoned by this era. As a mother, this is the saddest thing, right?"

  In the comment area, as a netizen sighed, he fell silent again.

  Amidst the depression that does not conform to the rhythm of the youth idol drama, Shen Mengjun in the picture walks out of the house in despair.

  Behind her, the pot of self-heating hot pot with grey foam continuously filled the dining table.

  The picture blurs with the gray bubble, and when it becomes clear again, the transition has been completed;

  That is a bus stop.

  On the street where people come and go, Shen Mengjun sits alone on the bench next to the stop sign.

  Pedestrians holding mobile phones, various types of cars, traffic lights, neon lights.

  Everything in the modern city is constantly changing through the screen. Only Shen Mengjun, who is in the center of the screen, has a numb expression, as if frozen in time and the modern city.

  She looked so old and stiff—stiff without a goal to pursue, and she didn’t know where to go.

  Don't know how long it took, she raised her head.

  The picture finally got rid of the freezing with her perspective, and then focused on a window.

  In that window, there are several photos on display. There are Audrey Hepburn, Teresa Teng, Takeshi Kaneshiro and Aaron Kwok.

  Beside the window, there is a signboard of "Youth Photo Gallery".

  As if there was a call in the dark, and as if it were the kindness of those old photos, it finally urged Shen Mengjun to raise his **** and cross the long street.

  In the store door, there is not much space.

Inside    is a dazzling array of old-fashioned cameras. A middle-aged man in his forties is holding a feather duster and gently cleaning it.

   "Hello, comrade, can I take pictures here?"

   "What photo?"

   "It's the kind placed on the urn."

   Hearing Shen Mengjun’s request, the boss raised his head and held the old-fashioned black-framed mirror, revealing a deep smile.

   "Yes. How would you like to take a photo?"

"I don’t know. I haven’t been to a photo studio before. You can take pictures of me better, and leave a thought for my family in the future. Hey, when I was young, I liked Teresa Teng, you can take me like her ?"

  The boss did not speak, but instead moved out a tin plate camera that looked quite historic and placed it in front of her.

  After finishing the fiddle, the boss stretched out his head from behind the black shading cloth and smiled.

   "Come on, sit down and laugh."

  Boom!

  As the boss presses the button, the whole picture turns white with the burst of flash.

  When the picture returned to normal again, a figure wearing an old cheongsam, holding a Motorola C118 elderly machine and a pair of torn leather shoes on his feet, had already walked out of the photo studio.

  Beside her, there is still a constant flow of people and traffic.

  The camera began to revolve around this back figure, incorporating the entire street scene into the picture, and finally moved to the front of this figure.

   "Fuck! Is the feature film just beginning?!"

   Seeing the face of that figure, the netizens who were still sighing about Shen Mengjun’s evening scene just now, exploded!

  (End of this chapter)