Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

"I like you, please get in touch with me!"

"Eh?! But..."

"But I like you, even when I eat and sleep, my mind is full of you! Xiaoying, please get in touch with me!"

If these conversations take place between teenagers and girls, they will make people feel the beauty of youth.

But if it's in two pretty girls...

Many viewers smiled knowingly.

They are all viewers of the first movie, they have seen it at least twice, and they are all too familiar with the plot of the movie.

Familiar plot, original taste.

It is indeed the style of the same director.

The girl did not agree with the other party's confession, blushed and fled, but on the way she couldn't help but remember the promise she made and the familiar face.

"so good."

Ruo Ye supported his chin with a soft smile on his face.

She likes this ignorant, pure and unblemished relationship.

It's all girls, so what?

She has no experience in this area, but that doesn't stop her from liking such scenes.

Elizabeth glanced at her without saying a word.

the other side.

The Council of Elders and the wave occupied a separate viewing hall. When the movie was shown here, more or less eyes fell on Seiko Shinkai.

"Does Director Xinhai like this kind of plot?" Mu, who was sitting next to her, asked in a low voice.

In fact, when she watched the first movie, doubts appeared in her heart, but she never found a chance to confirm.

"Um?"

Shinkai Seiko looked at her and made a puzzled voice, as if she didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

"Do you particularly like... stories between girls and girls?" Mu lowered his voice and asked in a euphemistic manner.

Shinkai Seiko: "?"

She was confused.

When she first started filming, she used this kind of plot progression because she was influenced by Luo Chuan.

The second film was shot because I was used to the story of girls and girls.

The same is true for the third movie.

As for whether you prefer stories between girls...

Shinkai Seiko thought about it seriously, and didn't like it much. Like the story between boys and children, it was purely a habit.

But habit, can it also be classified as liking?

Forget it, just like it.

"That's it."

In fact, Seiko Shinkai wants to say that this is the boss's hobby.

However, considering the possible impact on Luo Chuan's image, this idea only appeared in her mind for a moment.

Mu showed such a smile.

The movie continues.

Unlike "Your Name" that I watched before, "Five Centimeters Per Second" is divided into small stories, which are connected to form a complete movie.

Firefly Covenant, Midsummer Night, Dream Chasing Song, Cherry Blossom Love, five centimeters per second.

Acquaintance and promise, reality and separation, letters of their lives and connections, reunion after a long absence, and the final outcome.

Xiaoqiu, who stayed in the countryside, decided to write a letter to Xiaoying.

The girl who had been separated for a long time contacted each other again, and the agreement and affection when they were young gradually fermented, and they were all looking forward to the day of reunion.

Both films use the same narrative.

Two protagonists, two plots progressing together, they have their own lives, but they miss each other.

Until time wears off the feelings.

Like two railways crossing each other, there will be a moment of reunion, but then they will go in completely different directions, and there will be no chance for interaction.

"Why do I feel that the progress of the plot is not right?" Shelley frowned and couldn't help whispering.

"I think so too." Jilena responded in a low voice, "I always feel that the atmosphere created by the movie is a bit depressing, maybe it's my illusion."

Although the conversation between the two was deliberately lowered, it also reached the ears of others.

They subconsciously turned their attention to Shinkai Seiko.

However, the latter just quietly watched the screen projected by the magic, and there was never the slightest emotional fluctuation on his face.

"Compared with the previous movies, this one seems a little more realistic." Oxia drank a coke and gave this evaluation.

"Reality?" Jilena tilted her head, waiting for the captain's explanation.

"Most stories will have happy endings, but reality will not." Oxia answered briefly.

There was a bad premonition in Jilena's heart.

She looked at the **** the screen, and even though she knew that this was a story that had been filmed long ago, she couldn't help clenching her palms and praying in her heart.

…

Snowing.

The sky was gloomy, the earth turned into a vast expanse of white, and there were still some lights in the slightly chaotic twilight.

The train roared past, stirring up large groups of white snow fog.

The girl stood in front of the window, looking at the rapidly retreating scenery outside the car window, her breath condensed into a white cold mist on the window.

She shook hands with her palms, and there was a tingling sensation from the cold fingertips, and the soles of her feet were a little stiff.

The girl moved her hands and feet, trying to warm herself up in this way, while tightening her scarf.

Tonight she is going to see someone, a very important person.

The train stopped slowly, the door opened, and the cold wind was blowing like a blade, causing the girl to shrink her neck.

But as she got out of the car, the wind slowly stopped.

The girl's feet stepped on the snow, making a soft sound, and a little bit of granular snow fell, like drizzle.

very quiet.

She subconsciously put her hands to her mouth and exhaled.

The front is the open-air platform of the station. The dim light illuminates the platform, but there is no familiar figure.

Didn't come?

Her steps slowed a bit, her heart seemed to be grasped by her palm, and there was a pain that she couldn't breathe.

"Xiaoqiu!"

The girl heard someone calling her name, and looked in the direction of the voice. A girl was waving to her not far away, with snowflakes on her body, and she seemed to be holding something in her arms.

"Xiaoying!"

The girl responded and wanted to laugh, but for some reason her nose was a little sore.

She ran over quickly and threw herself into the girl's arms.

"What's the matter? I just went to buy a drink. Your favorite flavor is still hot."

"Um."

The two girls sat side by side, sipping their drinks and watching the train slowly drive towards an unknown distance, splashing large pieces of drapery as they crossed the track.

"Hey, you know, it's said to be five centimeters per second."

"Huh? What?"

"The speed of cherry blossom petals falling is five centimeters per second."

"Xiao Qiu knows a lot."

"It's like snowing..."

The girl looked at the girl's smiling face, her eyes blurred slightly, as if she had crossed the time and returned to the street full of cherry blossoms again.

Jiliana looked at the two people who were sitting snuggled together, and felt relieved in her heart.

That bad feeling has eased a lot.

She drank a Coke.

The two girls sat side by side, recalling the past in the countryside, and the cheerful laughter spread far and far.

But there is no mention of that agreement.

Jiliana clenched her palm tightly and stared at the light curtain, not wanting to miss any pictures.

Meetings are always short-lived.

After sleeping in the hotel, the girl stepped on the returning train. The girl stood on the platform and watched the train gradually disappear into the skyline before turning around and leaving.

…

The wind of spring is gentle and elegant.

The sun is also exceptionally bright, rendering everything, and the colors are bright and beautiful.

It's still cherry blossom season.

The cherry trees on both sides of the road are blooming with pink and white cherry blossoms, such as the dome covering most of the street, and only a glimpse of the blue sky can be seen through the gap.

The street is in the shape of a long slope, extending into the distance, winding and winding, and finally it seems to reach the sky.

Xiaoqiu came to the end of the ramp, and the road was cut off by the train tracks.

A woman walked past her.

The two men's footsteps slowed for a while at the same time, as if they recognized each other, but they did not stop.

until they came to the opposite side of the road.

The gate slowly fell, and a train whizzed past, blocking the sight of pedestrians.

Xiaoqiu stopped and looked behind her, only to see the carriages passing by at a high speed.

The breeze swept through, blowing the front of the clothes, causing the calm thoughts to ripple a little.

Cherry blossoms fell one after another, like a white rain.

When the train disappeared, the familiar figure on the opposite side was gone.

Xiaoqiu stretched out her palm, and a pink-white cherry blossom just fell on her palm.

Delicate pink-white petals.

She smiled lightly.

Turn around and leave.

…

[Five centimeters per second, finished]

The film screening is over, followed by interlaced pictures and soundtracks.

There is a hint of sadness in relief.

Say goodbye to the past and welcome the future.

Where does reality come from is perfect, people always usher in regret and grief to grow.

…

"Pain and regret can only grow." Luo Chuan analyzed this, eating potato chips.

Yao Ziyan hummed, looking like she was lacking in interest.

Luo Chuan patted her little head: "I like the way you are now, it's okay to grow up, no need."

Yao Ziyan was stunned for a while, blushing and bowing her head, her shyness replaced by loss.

Luo Chuan looked at the hall through the window, looking forward and excited.

The customers of Origin Mall have experienced the hatred of trains, and the audience in another world will naturally have the same experience, which is called equal treatment.

Luo Chuan was looking forward to their response.

After the deadly silence, someone finally broke the silence.

Like the silence before the storm, in an instant it was a sound wave like a tsunami.

"This is the end?!"

"I can not accept!"

"That's it? That's it?"

"Why let a train pass through the middle? Why don't they both look at each other?"

"No, my fist is hard..."

For the first time in the history of the Opera House, there was such a noisy scene that even excited customers stood up and wanted to find the person in charge to ask for an explanation.

Wang Gulas had no choice but to come forward and explain that the movie is actually like an opera, and it is impossible for all stories to have a perfect ending, just like the "Night of Fallas" I watched before.

Isn't the final outcome the annihilation?

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