Katcha, Katcha!
The second hand of the wall clock on the wall keeps moving.
Della started to get busy.
By seven o'clock the coffee was brewed and the frying pan was hot on the back of the stove, ready for the steaks.
Della prepared everything, and then looked in the direction of the door from time to time.
She felt a little uneasy again.
Della folded the watch chain in her hand and sat down on the corner of the table by the doorway he would pass by when he came in. Then she heard his footsteps on the steps below.
She turned pale.
She made a devout prayer with her hands and muttered, begging: "Please God, let him think that I am still beautiful."
Seeing her pious and careful look, several women in the conference room couldn't help but have red eyes.
It more or less reminds them of themselves. Who hasn’t come from that time?
Have they ever loved someone so humbly and devoutly?
The footsteps were getting closer.
Katcha! The door is open!
Husband Jim walked in and closed the door behind him. He was thin, looked very serious, and, well, young.
After entering the door, a sweet smile appeared on Jim's originally serious face.
The changes before and after are very obvious.
On the contrary, some female film critics and filmmakers who felt aggrieved for Della and thought she was humble in loving her husband couldn't help but nod their heads.
It can be seen that the husband obviously loves his wife very much.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have such a smile.
But the next moment, Jim stopped inside the door, the smile on his face froze, and his whole person stood stunned on the spot.
His eyes were fixed on Della with an expression that neither she nor the audience could understand.
This alarmed Della.
In fact, they had all guessed how Della's husband would react when he found out that his wife had cut off her hair, but the result was far beyond their expectations.
It was neither anger, nor surprise, nor dissatisfaction, nor disgust. It was not any expression that she or the audience expected. He just stared at Della with that strange look on his face.
Della was a little panicked. She twisted her waist, jumped down from the table, and approached him.
"Jim, dear!" said Della, coming up.
But her husband's eyes remained unchanged, and she said more and more panicked: "Don't stare at me like that. I cut off my hair and sold it because I couldn't make it through Christmas without giving you a gift. My hair will grow back." - you don't mind, do you? I have to do it. My hair is growing so fast. Say 'Christmas!' Jim, let's be merry. I bought you one What a good thing—what a beautiful thing, you would never guess."
"Did you cut your hair off?" Jim asked laboriously, as if he hadn't figured out the obvious fact after racking his brains.
This not only made Della a little embarrassed, but also made the audience a little confused. They always felt that Della's husband's reaction was a little too strange.
Not angry, not comforted, but very, anyway, a very strange feeling.
Della said: "Not only were they cut, but they were also sold."
"But no matter what, you still like me the same, right? Even though I don't have hair, I'm still me, right?" Della pretended to be calm and turned around.
However, her husband Jim's reaction was still strange and incomprehensible.
Jim looked around the room curiously.
"Did you say you have no hair?" he asked with an almost idiotic expression.
"You don't have to look for it," Della said.
"I tell you, it's sold—sold, gone. It's Christmas Eve, my dear. Treat me well, and I cut off my hair for you. I may have as many hairs as I can count," she said suddenly He went on very gently, "But I love you more than anyone can count. Shall I fry the steak, Jim?"
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Husband Jim seemed to wake up suddenly from a trance. He held Della in his arms.
Tightly, tightly!
It was as if he wanted to integrate this gentle little woman into his body and not let her leave.
Jim took a bundle out of his coat pocket and dropped it on the table.
"Don't get me wrong, Della." He said, then reached out and touched his wife's face, hair, eyes, nose, and lips.
"Whether it's a haircut, a shave, or a wash, my love for my girl will never diminish. But as soon as you open that package, you'll understand why you stunned me just now." Jim He looked at his wife and said.
Della's white fingers deftly tore open the gift's ribbon and wrapping paper. Then came a cry of ecstasy; then, her "Oh!" suddenly transformed into a woman's nervous tears and wails!
what exactly is it?
The audience was confused.
If before, they just felt that although Li Yi's short film was well shot, it was a bit too simple, not novel enough, and not stunning enough, then at this moment, everyone is extremely curious.
It's just that the camera was not released for a long time, and the answer was not revealed immediately. What did Della see that made her react so abnormally.
Surprised and sad at the same time!
What is it?
Finally, the short film revealed the answer.
It was a set of combs that were inserted into the hair - a complete set of combs, for the temples, for the back, everything you need; a beautiful comb made of pure tortoise shell with jewels on the edge, it looked perfect. Della's long hair before.
The camera turned around, and it was when her husband Jim was accompanying Della shopping. In a window on Broadway, Della found something she had longed for for a long time.
But due to financial constraints, Della knew that this set of hair combs was very valuable, and she had been fascinated by it for a long time, but she never had any hope of possessing it. Now it was hers, but the hair that bore these longed-for ornaments was gone.
"Boom!" Larison and other filmmakers and critics watched the short film and felt their minds were in chaos.
Surprise, amazing!
Yes, this answer, the moment the answer is revealed, is extremely amazing.
On the screen, Della still held the hairbrush in her arms. After a long time, she raised her misty tearful eyes and said to Jim with a smile: "My hair grows very fast, Jim!"
Then Della jumped up like a kitten on fire and cried: "Oh! Oh!"
Jim has not yet seen his beautiful gift. She extended her open palm to him eagerly. The insensate precious metal seemed to gleam and reflect her joyful and enthusiastic mood.
But there was no smile on the faces of the people watching, and some were just indescribably moved.
Della took out the watch chain that she had bought by selling her cherished long hair like a treasure. She thought her husband would definitely like it.
This was the surprise she had prepared for him.
"Isn't it beautiful, Jim? I looked all over town to find it. Now you have to look at your watch a hundred times a day. Give me your watch and I want to see how it looks on the watch."
Seeing this, everyone suddenly understood.
Obviously, husband Jim suddenly had the money to buy such an expensive gift for his wife, so the answer was ready to come out.
The results were not beyond everyone's expectations.
Jim did not do as she asked, but fell on the couch, rested his head on his hands, and laughed.
"My dear," he said, "we put aside the Christmas presents and kept them for now. They were so good that it would be a pity to use them now. I sold my gold watch to get the money to buy your hair. I combed it. Now please fry the steak!"
