After more than half an hour, Wendy came out of the Temple.
She looked around and found Charlie soon. He was standing under the old locust tree in the middle of the yard. Even if it was in a temple, he was still outstanding and eye-catching.
It seemed that when he stood there, people couldn't help getting closer to him.
Wendy slowly walked to him and saw that he was in an impatient look, "It's been quite a long time!"
"Er, the longer I've been kneeling there, the more sincerer I would be!" Wendy rubbed her knees.
Charlie moved his lips, as if he wanted to scold her for being so stupid, but he held it back in the end.
It was faster to go downhill than. When they walked to the white Land Rover, Wendy paused and took out something form her pocket.
"Charlie, this is for you..."
Upon hearing this, Charlie reached out one hand to take it, "Hmm?"
It was a string of beads made of sandalwood, and a small statuette of Buddha was hanging on it.
"I said every child had a protective talisman. Your mum..." Wendy paused for a while and continued, "This is the protective talisman that I prayed for you. You can hang it on rearview mirror. It can bring you good luck!" So she had been kneeing in the temple for such a long time for this protective talisman.
The protective talisman for him...
Was this the innate maternal love of a woman?
"What the hell?" Charlie frowned.
Wendy was embarrassed. "If you don't want it, just forget it..."
The door on the other side opened. Wendy got into the car silently. When she was fastening the seat belt, she saw that he tied the beads to the rearview mirror. Then, he touched the small statuette of Buddha and shook it gently.
She turned her head to aside, and the corners of her mouth rose secretly.
It would take more than 40 minutes on the way back. The sun was gentle and not so glaring after 3 o'clock. Wendy was sleepy.
When the car stopped, she looked around blankly and found them in an underground parking lot.
Wendy followed Charlie took the elevator up from the basement. When the elevator door opened, they arrived at a cinema. Many people lined up before a ticket machine, surrounded by the posters of various movies.
"Um, what will we do?" She asked in confusion.
Charlie did not answer her question, only told her, "Wait here. I'm going to buy tickets."
Then, Wendy saw him walking to the counter for tickets. He took out his wallet and pointed to the screen above. When he came back, he had two tickets, a large popcorn, and two cups of cola in his hand.
She still couldn't figure out what they were going to do, so she asked tentatively, "Are we... going to watch a movie?"
"Yes." Charlie replied.
Watching a movie? Charlie and she?
Wendy swallowed and looked at the red movie tickets. She still felt that it was incredible.
She looked at the movie's title on the poster. A romance?
Charlie glanced at her with his deep dark eyes and said slowly, "Women like to watch romances, right?"
"Er." Wendy pulled her long hair and said in a low voice, "In fact, I prefer American action movie..."
"Do you want to see it or not?" Charlie's face darkened.
"Yes, let's see it..." She immediately became timid.
They didn't wait for a long time. Then, the broadcast reminded them that they could check in.
Wendy followed Charlie closely like a puppy. She found most of the people that came to watch this movie were lovers, and few people would go alone or with a friend. The lovers stayed closely, chatted and laughed.
After they took their seats, the lights went turned off soon, and the big screen was lit up.
Because they brought the tickets late, they sat in the last row. They could see everything clearly in this room.
When the leading actor and actress were putting on an intimate scene, many couples had already snuggled up to each other. Some men embraced their women in their arms, and some women clung to their men's shoulders.
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