In front of the windowsill, she began to count, carefully marking on her notebook, and solemnly wrote: "2ooo-51995"...

For some reason, when looking at Nini's tender notes, the people watching the movie couldn't help but feel sad. Why is it 2ooo?

The movie did not give an explanation, but everyone could guess what the little girl thought at the moment. Perhaps in the little girl's little thoughts, two thousand is a big number. Maybe in her heart, if she had two thousand yuan, she could cure her mother's illness?

The picture changed again, and the little girl's mother appeared again. She was still lying weakly on the bed, coughing twice in pain from time to time.

Correspondingly, with the coughing sound, under the noon sun, a little girl used branches to open the garbage pile and searched for mineral water bottles. She was tirelessly picking up one, and she smiled whenever she picked up one. She was picking up one bottle, clearly picking up one hope after another, one happiness after another...

Even when she was rummaging through the garbage, she was almost bitten by a wild dog who was mistakenly robbing food, and was chased away...

Passing by the convenience store at the entrance of the village, she once stared at the drinks that cost a few dollars a bottle, but in the end she turned around and left resolutely.

Once, she happened to pick up a bottle of unfinished drink. She unscrewed the lid in ecstasy and tilted her neck to drink it all. However, she regretted that she drank too quickly, but she could only look at the empty bottle and lick her lips and savor it, as if this was the sweetest taste in the world.

The movie is silent, and often it is silent, just like a little girl, doing what she thinks she should do, working towards her goal.

Seeing a group of children of the same age playing games, watching a child acting coquettishly with his mother and wanting to eat this and that, her eyes were full of envy, but unfortunately she was greeted with contempt and ridicule because her body was dirty, which kept rumbling over the garbage.

These scenes make people feel extremely sad and heartbroken. What a good child, what a well-behaved child, what a heartbreaking director's child. At her age, she should have acted coquettishly under her parents' knees and was loved by all kinds of people, but she could only turn over dirty garbage dumps every day, fight wits and courage with wild dogs, and can only pick up the water bottle that costs a few cents a day.

When other children were playing, she could only watch from a distance. When other children were eating something worth a few dollars or even dozens of dollars, she could only swallow and envy.

Then there are another set of shots of a little girl’s bookkeeping:

1995-31992

1992-81984

1984-131971

1971-15?1956

Once she remembered it wrongly, crossed it out, and rewritten it again...

She seems to earn more and more money every day, but she is still 1956...

1956-91947…

It seems that the numbers in the account book are decreasing little by little... But those who read it feel extremely sad. The number seems to be an insurmountable gap, a happy shore that will never be reached.

2ooo, in the eyes of many people, it may be the expense of a few meals, it may be just the money of a bag or a piece of clothing, but here, here in Nini, it is an astronomical number, a number that she has been working hard for but can never reach no matter how hard she has worked for.

"Cough cough! Cough cough!" My mother's illness did not improve, and it seemed to be getting worse and worse.

But......

When it was getting dark, she was crying helplessly in the empty fields, crying "Mom..." so aggrieved and desperate. She obviously worked so hard, but why can't she earn money to treat her mother?

She knew sensibly that she could not let her mother see or hear...

Even after she finished crying, she ran to the faucet and tried hard to wash her swollen eyes, and then pretended to be happy. If her mother asked, she would lie to her and say that it was wind and sand that was confused...

As the camera moved, the sun set and night fell, Nini returned home in the dark, prepared the meal as usual, and settled her mother to sleep. Although she was very tired, she lay happily beside her mother.

As long as you are with your mother, you will be very happy. The only disadvantage is that you hear your mother's cough again?

She always felt sensible when she heard the cough, she would help her mother massage her back, speak with her, and comfort her, but at this moment, she was nervous and did not dare to breathe, and secretly looked through the account book with her hands: 18o9-918oo!

18oo! Maybe it is a very ordinary number, but here it is an extremely dazzling number.

The audience doesn't know how many days have passed, nor how many sins, grievances, how many times she has suffered, how many times she has experienced, how many times she has been sad, how many times she has cried secretly... 18oo is a scary number, an astronomical number for a child of her age!

The third story is different from the previous one. There are not even a few dialogues, and they just silently, but the person who watches it is extremely sad. What is even more sad is that even if the little girl earned it hard, she didn't know that it was still far from enough.

People's hearts are full of flesh. No matter how hard a person is, he will not be able to help but have red eyes at this moment.

Another morning when the morning light was first shining. Nini stood in front of the faucet and laid a mirror that she had not taken out for a long time. She washed her face seriously for the first time in so many days. She looked at herself in the mirror carefully and carefully smoothed the scattered bangs in front of her forehead with her little hands. Looking at the beautiful self in the mirror, the girl's love for beauty must make her very happy, but this kind of happiness must have flashed by - she cannot be as proud as a child of the same age. I just don't know if she will be self-pity at this moment?

She washed herself, and then wiped her face for her mother who was resting on the hospital bed, straightening out her bangs...

My mother didn't open her eyes, and the pain tortured her to exhaustion. She was too tired to open her eyes! Nini looked at her mother's face that was a little old but had been tortured by the disease, and looked at the newly grown wrinkles. The face was so familiar that it could not be more familiar. Through it, the little girl showed her another self. The little girl pursed her lips, got up and stopped, stared for a while, and gently pushed the door away...

Where is she going?

This is the few moviegoers are asking questions in their minds at this moment.

At this moment, they are not the head of the operation department of a theater chain, but ordinary audiences.
Chapter completed!