Little Eleven sat on Quentin’s neck, his two little feet swayed, and the clothes on Quentin’s chest were soiled. Occasionally, he took out a peanut from his small liberation bag, peeled it, and stuffed it into Quentin’s mouth: “Third uncle eats peanuts.” If he hadn’t known that they were uncle and nephew, he would have thought they were father and son. .
Quentin: “Thank you, Little Eleven.”
About thirty or forty minutes later, the Xiao family arrived at the commune. Ivy went to deliver dinner to Elliot, and everyone stood chatting beside Elliot’s guard room. There are already many people in the large playground of the commune, and the darkness comes very quickly in winter night, but the large playground has big lights, which are similar to modern street lights, so it does not look so dark. The equipment for launching the movie has been prepared, and it looks very simple. It looks like a white cloth hanging in the front, and there is equipment in the back to project the picture onto the white cloth in front. In fact, it is similar to the concept of a projector.
Lin Wujun: “This is the movie. It’s the first time I’ve seen it. There are so many people.”
Li Wanda: “It’s the first time I’ve seen it, and I’ve never seen it before.”
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