Meanwhile, in the grand hall on the first floor of the Cultural Palace, a movie was being screened.
Just like the previous night, it was still a black-and-white film, with a pair of young lovers sharing feelings under the sunset, singing mountain songs across a small river from opposite banks.
Every time the film reached a close-up of the protagonists, the cinema resounded with exclamations.
After watching for half an hour, Guo Tiejun, sitting in the back row, started to grow tired. To him, the film felt unbearably long and tedious, with the leads never speaking their minds, just guessing each other's thoughts, and smiling shyly when feelings ran deep.
