Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

"This is... gone?"

Mu listened to the free and easy and relieved, but with a sad song, hesitated for a while, and asked Xinkai Chengzi in a low voice.

"Well, there are five stories in total." Seiko Shinkai nodded.

She often watches her own films.

Even the perfect movie will have flaws, find your flaws and correct them in the next movie.

Shinkai Seiko strives to make progress.

After holding back for a while, Mu couldn't help but speak again: "Why?"

She couldn't understand.

Obviously it can be the same as the first movie.

The girl who passed by recognized the other party, stopped and looked back in tacit understanding.

This is the perfect ending.

But what about the second movie?

The previous plots are similar, but why is there such a roaring train at the end?

Obstructing the line of sight and ending the past.

She can't accept it.

Mu felt her heart beat a little faster, and irritability grew in her heart.

She hadn't had such mood swings for a long time.

"Why why?" Seiko Shinkai tilted her head, wondering Mu's question.

Mu took a deep breath: "What happened to that train?"

The mysterious power from the director made her feel disgusted for the first time.

If it wasn't for that train, could Xiao Qiu who stopped to see Xiao Ying looking back?

"Then do you think that if there is no train, they will be the same as the first movie after seeing each other?" Shinkai Seiko asked rhetorically.

"Of course one..."

Mu blurted out, but suddenly stopped halfway through.

She was silent, not knowing how to say her last words.

Compared with "Your Name", "Five Centimeters Per Second" does not involve any extraordinary power, and only tells the life of ordinary people.

Ordinary, but unforgettable.

Mu closed his eyes.

She understood what Shinkai Makoto meant.

The heartbeat of youth can't match the changes of time, and childhood friends will become strangers who pass by.

Smile in relief, or keep it in mind?

Maybe only those who have experienced it will know.

"It's a cruel reality." Mu said softly with a sigh of relief.

She looked at Seiko Shinkai, trying to see something from the latter's face.

"I thought you believed in good things."

"I never believed in love."

Seiko Shinkai shook his head, equating the beautiful things in Mu's mouth with love, "Only when beautiful things become imperfect, will people remember them deeply."

Mu opened his mouth, wanting to refute.

But I don't know how to respond.

Tragedy is always more memorable than comedy.

A perfect ending is just a plot in a story. Where does reality come from?

Mu sighed.

She looked at Makoto Shinkai quietly, with a complicated mood.

The image of the other party in her mind has changed, and she is no longer the Shinkai Seiko that she knew at the beginning.

The movie also draws to a close.

Familiar subtitles scroll slowly, most of them with outsider-style names.

The opera hall was noisy, and the audience vented their emotions in this way.

This also confirms one thing from the side: this movie has also achieved great success.

Only when the audience completely immerses themselves in the story of the movie will they be happy because of the success of the protagonist and the new step in their life, not to mention the final outcome that resonates with many people.

They remembered their past regrets and wanted to make up for them in the movie.

But the movie replays it, reviving memories that were almost blurred and faded.

Let them understand that the so-called forgetting is nothing but turning memory into a reef, and when the tide goes out, it will surface again.

The light curtain gradually dimmed, and the darkness gradually filled in.

♪♩♫♬…

The green flute sound drifted, as if it came from a far away place, quiet and distant.

The noise gradually subsided.

Everyone heard this murmur that seemed to ring in their ears.

Surprised, unbelievable, delighted, excited...

Many people held their hands and stared at the dark light curtain with anticipation in their hearts.

Time seems to have flown backwards.

Back to the moment when the two passed by by mistake.

The audience held their breath and did not dare to make the slightest sound, for fear of missing the expected scene.

Still a familiar train.

The train whizzed past, rolling up the spring breeze.

The treetops were blown, and the cherry blossoms fell.

The pink and white petals fluttered and fluttered in all directions, like a rain.

The girl stopped and looked back at the rolling train, her hair fluttering.

The cherry blossoms fell in the middle of the hair, like a hairpin.

Finally, the train completely left.

The gate opened, and the pedestrians who stopped came and went again.

The girl raised her head and looked to the other side of the road, and saw the gaze of the **** the other side.

The two smiled at each other.

Just like when I was young, I made a promise when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

Time goes by slowly, and the familiar colors and familiar people cannot be changed.

"Hey, did you know that the speed of cherry blossom petals falling is five centimeters per second."

…

The movie came to an end again.

After a short silence, I don't know who was the first to applaud, and then it turned into a thunderous applause.

They never knew that the story could still be told in this way.

Different choices, different endings.

Just like life.

There are many crossroads, and no one knows what they will experience except to step on them in person.

"Uuuuu... I finally met."

Gilena wiped her tears and wiped them on Shelley's arm.

Shelley was helpless and could only sigh. At the same time, she subconsciously looked back at the woman sitting next to Oxia behind her.

The director of the film, Makoto Shinkai.

What was in her mind?

Which is the ending she is most looking forward to?

Shelley found that he could not see through the other party, and those eyes reflected a dazzling brilliance, mysterious and beautiful.

…

"Luo Chuan, which one do you prefer?"

"Children make choices, I want them all."

Luo Chuan smiled disdainfully.

Why do you have to choose one between the two?

As a mature boss, he never makes a choice.

Yao Ziyan was stunned and threw a popcorn into her mouth.

Although there was nothing wrong with this, she always felt something was wrong.

This has happened many times recently.

Yao Ziyan looked at Luo Chuan suspiciously.

"Why do you look at me like that?" Luo Chuan stretched out his hand to Yao Ziyan's chest.

She took a popcorn from the paper bucket she was holding.

"I feel something is wrong with you." Yao Ziyan said seriously.

"I'm right." Luo Chuan emphasized.

Yao Ziyan tilted her head, not arguing with him about this issue: "Xinhai is still with Oxia and the others, it should be difficult to escape this time."

She was gloating.

Luo Chuan sighed, he felt that the dark side of Yao Ziyan seemed to be more and more obvious.