Nanami Ryo's last movie was a warm, healing and touching movie.
The heroine's character is adapted from the legendary Snow Maiden.
Of course, adapting something like this would definitely change it beyond recognition.
No one dares to believe that she is a snow girl.
The artist obsessed with ice sculpture carved the most beautiful portrait in his heart at the last moment of his life.
When the eyes were carved for her, the ice sculpture had a soul.
At the moment before death, the artist cried bitterly and knelt down, wanting to reach out and touch his work of love and beauty.
The goddess of ice and snow, who had come to life, stood aside with a dull expression.
"Let me choose a name for you."
"Just call me Ling."
"You have to get out of here."
"Let's go to the mountains with heavy snowfall." There was reluctance and pride in his eyes.
"Their ignorance will only destroy you."
So the beauty who was just born from the ice sculpture took the ice sculpture and turned into a breeze mixed with ice and snow, and came to the mountains where it snows all year round.
The creator who gave the ice sculpture a soul closed his eyes with reluctance.
And the girl of ice and snow came to the deserted snow mountain.
He lived a life far away from the human world, accompanying himself in the wind and snow.
This is how it should be.
Until a boy fainted on the snowy mountain.
The breeze was blowing fine snow, and the woman with a cold and cold expression came to the boy.
Looking at the unconscious boy, his eyes were blank.
She saved the dying boy.
"Sama Yuki, please let me stay with you." The boy begged after he woke up.
"Because your lord..."
"It looks so lonely." The boy looked innocent and gentle.
"I am not a snow girl." The woman, whose body was as white as ice, lowered her eyebrows.
But he didn't say anything about sending the boy away.
"Then what should I call you?" the boy asked curiously.
"It's up to you." The woman seemed impatient.
"Can I call you Ling?" The boy didn't look scared.
"Ling is the nickname for ice. Sir, you... are like a god born from ice and snow."
[Your name, let’s call it Ling.]
…
When Nanami Ryo was filming, she had no expectations for it, she just had the mentality of completing the task.
I never expected the result, after the filming was completed.
This movie has become incredibly popular.
People lamented Ling's beauty and the sadness of the film's ending.
So much so that a bunch of people tried to find out who wrote the script and prepared to send razors to the screenwriter.
Some people even teamed up with others to find out the screenwriter's address and come to beat him.
However, they couldn't find who the screenwriter was, and naturally they couldn't find the other party's address.
Nanami Ryo fell silent as she watched the grand uprising.
She seems...
I am increasingly confused about the preferences of these audiences.
Why do you like to watch this kind of thing?
I was supposed to be a singer...
Why did you become an actor?
"Nanami, you're even more popular!" The manager happily rushed over holding the newspaper.
…
Shuji Tsushima is also watching a movie.
In the cinema.
Private venue.
and a group of people.
As for the reason why I don’t open it at home, it’s because there is no sense of atmosphere at home.
Even after booking the venue, there was no sense of atmosphere.
A cinema with only three people.
"We should let Gin and Vodka watch it together." Tsushima Shuji looked helplessly at the empty cinema.
"But how could the good me be related to the evil villain?" He shook his head.
Toru Amuro sat on the chair and yawned.
"Why haven't we reached the finale yet..." He was a little impatient in waiting.
If Kaa hadn't wanted to watch it, he probably would never have stepped into a movie theater to watch such an emotional film in his life.
After all, for members of a ruthless criminal organization, these romantic plots cannot move their cold hearts at all (bushi)
"Don't worry, don't worry..." Shuji Tsushima held the popcorn and took a sip of Fat House Happy Water.
While putting the popcorn down to Scotland, he handed it to him.
"Thank you Kaa." Scotland smiled and took some casually.
"What about me?" Bourbon said with murderous intent in his eyes.
"No." Tsushima Shuji said confidently without hesitation.
He did not hide his isolation behavior at all.
"Really..." Bourbon smiled brightly.
In the next second, I already grabbed a handful of popcorn in my hand.
One by one, I ate them in front of Tsushima Shuji.
Looks proud.
"Hey... Bourbon, are you an elementary school student?" Tsushima Shuji gave him a complicated look.
"Here you go." She gave him a whole bucket of popcorn.
Bourbon:...the popcorn suddenly no longer tastes good...
The movie has reached its ending.
The boy has become very old.
The woman is as white as when we first saw her, and her appearance has not changed.
"Ling, stay away from humans." He wanted to reach out and touch the woman's hair.
But he stopped when he saw his old hands.
"Ayashi, welcome back." The woman lowered her head, her snow-white hair falling down.
As he aged, his eyes were full of trance, followed by relief and sadness.
"I'm back, Ling."
But he is leaving again.
Ling put the dead man into the lake.
An ice sculpture representing the main body was also thrown into the lake.
She was sleeping in the lake.
Or...death.
[Humans and demons...cannot form a bond.]
[…It just makes you feel lonely.]
"Crack." Bourbon bit the popcorn expressionlessly.
"Who wrote this script?" he asked Tsujima Shuji.
After all...if it wasn't written by someone Kaa knew, based on Kaa's character, would he be interested in the movie?
He even specially dragged him and Scotland to watch.
Maybe it was written by Kaa himself.
"Who wrote it? I don't know." Tsushima Shuji's eyes were filled with nothingness.
"I've just... vaguely heard of this story."
…
A man in a black nightgown is sitting on the sofa, holding a black cat in his arms, still without anything above his shoulders.
"I've watched the movie, and I'll also watch the TV series." His tone was gentle and elegant.
"Xiuji, what do you want?" always has the feeling of a gorgeous aria.
"No..." Tsushima Shuji was lying on his desk, looking tired.
Every time he chatted, he would ask Tsujima Shuji what he wanted.
But the answer every time was no.
"Is that so..." The man's slender hand touched the cat and his tone was low.
"You have to give a father a chance to please his child with gifts," he said with a chuckle.
"In that case..." Tsushima Shuji looked at the night view outside the window.
"I want to see the fireworks."
"The fireworks can be seen from here."
"You can definitely do it." The young man smiled obediently and expectantly.
"When do you want to watch it?" The man's tone was gentle, as if he was an elder who was seriously considering his children's ideas.
"Tonight, because I don't want to watch it tomorrow." The young man said it very naturally.
I suddenly wanted to watch fireworks, it was just a whim.
By tomorrow I will lose interest.
"Okay." The man just patted the head of the black cat in his arms and said softly.