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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, the netizens sighed.

Although the role of Shen Mengjun is annoying, netizens still can't bear to see the old man who is nearly seventy years old in the mirror, compared with the blurry but hard-to-disguise image of her in the photo on the table when she was young;

"For a while, I didn't know what to say. Did the old man become bad? Or the bad man became old? These two sentences seem to be inapplicable to Shen Mengjun."

"It can be seen that Shen Mengjun should be very beautiful when he was young. Although it is annoying when he is old, but seeing a beauty who is old, my heart is still sour."

"Although Shen Mengjun has many unbearable experiences, she was once young."

"The strong wind blows the crimson, and the green leaves are full of shade. Seeing this plot, I can only shake my head and sigh. Shen Mengjun is most proud of raising the son of a university professor. She would never have imagined 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 turned her back on her."

In the comment area, comments from netizens are rolling in, and the plot of the third act is still going on;

Putting that photo into the backpack together with his pitifully few personal belongings, Shen Mengjun walked out of the room.

When she walked out, the living room was empty.

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

But when she got to the door of her son's room, she heard the crackling sound from the keyboard inside, but she couldn't knock it down with her raised hand.

In the end, she hesitated, turned around and came to the living room alone.

Putting on her reading glasses, she took out her smartphone for the elderly, and pressed the dialing shortcut key—the grandson's shortcut key is "2".

The call was made quickly.

"Hi, grandma."

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

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

"Yes, in the hospital. My mother is much better, but the doctor said that she should not be stimulated anymore, and she should not be under 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, and I'll just order takeaway when I get back later."

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

Before waiting for the grandson on the other end to say anything, Shen Mengjun immediately hung up the phone.

But when she actually went to implement it, she ran into trouble-she just wanted to cook another meal for her grandson before leaving home, or watch her grandson eat a meal. It never occurred to me that I would never order takeaway.

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

"Hello? Lao Li, what's the takeaway called?"

"Why do you still remember to eat takeaway? Don't you not get used to the food outside, and don't you think the food sold outside is not affordable?"

Old Li on the phone was a little surprised.

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

"Oh, what I said. I won't either, wait a moment, I'll let our daughter tell you."

"What are you doing? Order takeaway? Then 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 never found a line.

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

"Motorola?"

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

"C Hey, I'll find a bright place to take a good look later, is this 1118?"

"Damn! You should rest now."

The phone call was 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 a shout sounded outside the door.

"Hi, Ms. Liu, your takeaway has arrived, please open the unit door, please!"

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

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

"Hey ma'am, what are you doing?"

"Young man, what...what's your takeaway called?"

"Download the mobile phone software, did you see it? Did you get a group? After downloading, you can see what you want to eat, and you can just click on it."

The takeaway brother who delivered the food to the reporter responded with a sentence.

"I won't, young man, can you see if this works? You can send me a Haidilao hot pot, and I'll give you how much it is."

At this time, Shen Mengjun was no longer as domineering as usual, and her tone was almost pleading.

"Is your boss making fun of me at night?"

The anxious delivery man pushed her hand away, "I have a time-limited order, so I don't have time to buy it for you."

Just as the two were chatting, the mobile phone hanging around the delivery man's neck rang again.

"Hello? I'm coming in, I'll send it up immediately! I'm sorry, sorry, I encountered a psychosis downstairs."

Even so, Shen Mengjun did not let go.

"Young man, just do auntie a favor. I'll give you money!"

Seeing the one hundred yuan that Shen Mengjun deducted from his bag, the delivery man was taken aback.

"Auntie, I really don't have time. This is 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 it will be ready! I will deliver food Let's go, goodbye!"

Pushing away Shen Mengjun's hand, the delivery boy rushed upstairs.

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

As soon as the screen turned, a self-heating pot had 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 if you wash it with water, the hot pot will come out?"

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

In the next second, something miraculous happened.

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

Seeing this scene, Shen Mengjun opened his mouth wide.

At this point in the plot, the comment area, which was bustling before, has been completely silent.

Except for those robots who spam advertisements and gambling websites, all netizens were silent.

It took a while before 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 watching a short video on Dooshou a few days ago. There was an old lady soaking in hot pot on the high-speed rail. This is also the scene."

"The times are developing too fast, and there are many new things that the old people can't understand. I also watched that video, and my heart was very sore at that time. Today I saw the same scene in the plot again, and my heart still couldn't help but throbbing. I hope When this era is progressing, 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?"

The comment area fell silent again following a netizen's exclamation.

Amidst the oppression that does not fit the rhythm of youth idol dramas, Shen Mengjun in the picture walked out of the house in a daze.

Behind her, the pot of self-heating hot pot with gray foam constantly spilled over the dining table.

The picture blurred with the gray foam, and when it became clear again, the transition had been completed;

That is a bus station.

On the street with people coming and going, Shen Mengjun sat alone on the bench next to the stop sign.

Pedestrians holding mobile phones, cars of various models and grades, traffic lights, neon lights.

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

She looked so old and stiff—stiff with no purpose to pursue, no idea where to go.

After an unknown amount of time, she raised her head.

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

There are several photos displayed in the window. There are Audrey Hepburn, Teresa Teng, Takeshi Kaneshiro and Aaron Kwok.

Next to the window is a signboard of "Youth Photo Studio".

As if there was some kind of summoning from somewhere, and it seemed that it was the kindness of those old photos that finally urged Shen Mengjun to lift his butt and walk through the long street.

Inside the store door is a small space.

There are all kinds of old-fashioned cameras inside, and a middle-aged man in his forties is gently cleaning it with a feather duster.

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

"What kind of photo?"

"That's...the kind placed on the urn."

Hearing Shen Mengjun's request, the boss raised his head, helped the old-fashioned black-framed mirror, and showed a deep smile.

"Yes. How do you want to take pictures?"

"I don't know, I haven't taken pictures in a photo studio before. You can take a better picture of me, and I will leave a memory for my family in the future. Hi, I liked Teresa Teng when I was young. Can you take pictures of me like her ?"

The boss didn't speak, but moved out a tin plate camera that looked quite historic, and placed it in front of her.

After fiddling, the boss poked his head out from behind the black shade cloth and smiled.

"Come on, sit down and have a smile."

Boom!

As the boss pressed the button, the entire screen turned white with the flashing lights.

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

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

The camera began to rotate around the figure here, bringing the entire street scene into the picture, and finally moved to the front of the figure.

"Damn it! Is this the beginning of the feature film?!"

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