COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Nanami Lisu's last film, a heartwarming, healing, heartwarming film.

The heroine is based on the legendary Snow Maiden.

Of course, adapting this kind of thing is definitely changing beyond recognition.

No one dares to believe it is Snow Maiden.

The artist obsessed with ice sculpture carved the most beautiful portrait in his heart at the last moment of his life.

While carving her eyes, the ice sculpture has a soul.

At the moment of death, the artist cried and knelt down, wanting to reach out and touch his work of love and beauty.

The goddess of ice and snow, who had life, stood aside indifferently.

"Let me give you a name."

"Let's call it Ling."

"You have to get out of here."

"Go to the snow-covered mountains." His eyes were filled with reluctance and pride.

"Their ignorance will only ruin 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 mountain range where it snows all year round.

The creator who endowed the ice sculpture with a soul closed his eyes with reluctance.

And the girl of ice and snow came to the uninhabited snow mountain.

Lived a life far away from the world, accompanied by wind and snow.

It should be like this.

Until a boy fainted on top of a snowy mountain.

The breeze blew fine snow, and the woman with a cold and indifferent expression came to the boy.

Looking at the unconscious boy, his eyes were blank.

She rescued the dying boy.

"Lord Snow Maiden, please let me stay by your side," the boy pleaded after waking up.

"Because your lord..."

"It looks so lonely." The boy looked innocent and gentle.

"I'm not a snow girl." The woman whose body was as white as frost lowered her eyebrows.

But he didn't say anything about sending the boy away.

"Then what should I call you?" the boy asked curiously.

"As you like." The woman seemed impatient.

"Can I call the lord Ling?" The boy couldn't see the fear.

"Ling is an elegant name for ice, my lord... you are like a **** born from ice and snow."

[Your name is Ling. ]

…

When Nanami Lisu was filming, she had no expectations for it, but just had the mentality of completing the task.

The result was absolutely unexpected, after the filming.

This movie is inexplicably popular.

People lamented Ling's beauty and the sad ending of the movie.

So much so that a bunch of people are trying to find out who wrote the script and are going to send the writer a blade.

Some even teamed up with others to find out the screenwriter's address and beat people at the door.

However, they couldn't find who the screenwriter was at all, and naturally they couldn't find each other's address.

Nanami Lisu fell silent as she watched the very grand uprising.

She seems to be...

It is becoming increasingly difficult to understand the preferences of these audiences.

Why would you like to watch this kind of thing?

I should have been a singer...

Why become an actor?

"Qihai, you are even more popular!" The agent rushed over happily holding the newspaper.

…

Tsushima Shuji is also watching a movie.

at the cinema.

chartered field.

and a group of people.

As for the reason why it is not open at home, it is because there is no sense of atmosphere at home.

Although there is no atmosphere after the booking.

Cinema with only three people.

"Should let gin and vodka watch together." Tsushima Shuji looked helpless at the empty movie theater.

"But how could the good me be connected to the evil villain?" He shook his head.

Toru Amuro yawned while sitting in the chair.

"Why hasn't the finale come yet..." He waited a little impatiently.

If it wasn't for Kao to watch it, he probably wouldn't have stepped into the cinema in his life to watch this kind of emotional film.

After all, for a ruthless member of a criminal organization, these love stories cannot move their cold hearts at all (bushi)

"Don't worry, don't worry..." Tsushima Shuji held the popcorn and took a sip of the Fat House Happy Water.

While putting down the popcorn to Scotland, I handed it over.

"Thanks Kaa." Scotland smiled and took some at random.

"What about me?" Bourbon's eyes were murderous.

"No." Tsushima Shuji said confidently without hesitation.

It does not hide in the slightest that he is engaging in isolation.

"Really..." Bourbon smiled brightly.

In the next second, a handful of popcorn was already in his hand.

One by one, I ate them in front of Shuji Tsushima.

Look proud.

"Hey... Bourbon, are you a primary school student?" Tsushima Shuji gave him a complicated look.

"Here it is for you." Throwing a bucket of popcorn at him.

Bourbon: …the popcorn suddenly doesn’t smell good…

The movie has come to an end.

The boy has grown old.

The woman was as white as she had seen for the first time, and her face had 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 hand.

"Ayashi, welcome back." The woman lowered her head, her snow-white hair falling.

In his old age, his eyes were full of trance, followed by relief and sadness.

"I'm back, Ling."

But he was leaving again.

Ling put the dead him into the lake.

The ice sculptures representing the body are also thrown into the lake.

She slept in the lake.

Or...death.

[Humans and demons... can't get along. ]

[… but it only adds to the loneliness. ]

"Crack." Bourbon bit the popcorn expressionlessly.

"Who wrote this script?" he asked Shuji Tsushima.

After all...if it wasn't written by someone Kaa knew, according to Kaa's character, would there be any interest in the movie?

He also specially pulled him and Scotland to see.

It might have been written by Kaor himself.

"Who wrote it? I don't know." Tsushima Shuji looked blank.

"It's just... I've only heard this story vaguely."

…

A man in a black nightgown was sitting on the sofa, holding a black cat in his arms, still missing above his shoulders.

"I have watched the movie, and I will also watch the TV series." His tone was gentle and elegant.

"What do you want, Shuji?" There was a touch of gorgeous aria all the time.

"No..." Tsushima Shuji lay on the desk, looking tired.

Every time we chat, I ask what Tsushima Shuji wants.

But every time the answer is no.

"Is that so..." The man touched the cat with his slender hand, his tone low.

"You have to give a father a chance to give him a gift to please him~www.novelmt.com~ he chuckled.

"In that case..." Tsushima Shuji looked at the night view outside the windowsill.

"I want to see fireworks."

"The fireworks you can see from here."

"You must be able to do it." The boy smiled obediently and expectantly.

"When do you want to watch it?" The man said softly, like an elder who was seriously considering the thoughts of his children.

"Tonight, because I don't want to watch it tomorrow." The boy said it very naturally.

Suddenly want to see fireworks, just on a whim.

No interest in tomorrow.

"Okay." The man just patted the head of the black cat in his arms and said softly.

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