☆, Part 9
Two hours later, the car pulled into the city. Hua Ling parked in the city centre in the parking lot closest to the commercial street.
The two walked out of the parking lot and headed straight for the busiest commercial street.
Jiang Yu looked at the tall, square buildings made of reinforced concrete and steel towering around him, and couldn’t help but marvel at human creativity.
Hua Ling secretly observed his expression and found it slightly amusing.
They stopped in front of the cinema.
Hualing looked up and studied the films and showtimes being shown.
Jiang Yu looked at the scrolling subtitles and his first reaction was to think that this was some kind of evil creature. Then he realised that this was a human invention similar to the television, so he asked, ‘What is this?’
Hua Ling stared at the screen: ‘It’s called an electronic display, you can think of it as a way for modern people to post notices. To make it easy for everyone to see, the words on it will change every once in a while. In this way, a small board can hold many versions of words, and there is no need to change the notice frequently.’
Jiang Yu rarely showed an expression of appreciation: ‘It is indeed convenient.’
Hua Ling nodded, selected a movie, and went directly to the ticket office to buy a ticket.
Jiang Yu was puzzled: ‘What are we doing now? I thought we were going to eat.’
It was the only thing on his mind.
Hua Ling shook his head. It was only ten o’clock in the morning, and he wanted to eat. He dragged him into the cinema: ‘It’s not time for lunch yet. First, come with me to watch a movie.’
Jiang Yu repeated doubtfully: ‘A movie?’
For him, basically everything he encountered today was new, new words.
Hualing nodded: ‘Well…about this, it can be understood as someone telling you a story with sound, characters, actions, and images.’
That was still a bit abstract—to Jiang Yu, it was quite abstract.
Jiang Yu still nodded with a blank expression. But he wondered to himself: If it’s called storytelling, but there’s no sound, no actions, no characters, and no images…can it still be called storytelling?
Hua Ling looked at his expression and directly poked fun at him, saying, ‘Forget it. You’ll know when you watch it.’
Jiang Yu’s attempt at being cool fell flat, and he immediately exploded, ‘I get it!’
Hua Ling pushed him into the screening room, saying, ‘Okay, okay, you get it.’