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On July 7, 2007, STUDIO4℃, a famous Japanese animation production company, released a collective animation called Genius Party, which included seven short animation films. The famous director Shinichir? Watanabe participated in the production of the animated short film Blue Baby.

In the closed animation magazine "24 grids", I was lucky enough to appreciate director Watanabe's restrained and peaceful narrative technique.

Shinichir? Watanabe, born in 1965, grew up in the early 1990s with his masterpieces Gundam 0083 and Fortress. 1998 became famous for the TV animation Space Cowboy. His recent works include Detective Story and Children's Story, which were made for the animated version of The Matrix in 2003, and 2008.

As an animation producer, he has always been famous for his excellent musical taste and smooth narrative rhythm. The application of music in his animation always complements the story. When shooting cowboy BEBOP, the anecdote of "buying a lot of CDs for yoko kanno to explain his musical ideas" and "deliberately changing the plot to match the background music written by Keno" has always been a gossip that people relish.

Look at the list of works above, almost all of them are science fiction or action themes. It's hard to believe that the producer "has always wanted to do youth animation but never had a chance, so he has been doing action movies"-however, this sentence was said by himself when he was making a 14 minute short film "Little Blue" for the genius party in the 4℃ studio. The boy who finally realized his youth dream is 43 years old.

As the masterpiece of seven short films with talents, Watanabe's Light Blue is too ordinary, simple and normal compared with Wang Yang's six whimsical works before. This is a quiet, restrained and forbearing story. Although there were car chases, conflicts and even grenade explosions, he was still just a story about youth between two children.

Yes, although it is about youth, it has nothing to do with love.

In the afternoon with cicadas singing, the sun poured into the classroom like a bottle of expired yogurt, gathering the girl in a white space. Boys play Chopin alone in the piano practice room, and then ask girls, "Just today, forget tomorrow, the future and so on, find a place to stroll, ok?"

So I skipped class without hesitation, which suddenly reminded me of the time I had experienced.

No love triangle, no abortion, no big brother comparable to the underworld. A little brain-damaged, a little arrogant, reading a few youth novels can also inexplicably hurt the spring and grieve the autumn.

At that time, I can accompany you by the river, quietly not talking, staring blankly at the dark river all night; At that time, we can use a beautiful book to convey our conversation about Borges in class; At that time, you can take advantage of the short weekend break, run to the suburban campus, shout I love you loudly, and then jump into it because of fear under the chase of campus security guards.

Just like the animation says: I can put down anything at hand and be with you with one word.

I was always like this when I was a teenager. The monotonous and boring days have accumulated restlessness. I have had all kinds of dreams, but I can only do all kinds of papers because of reality. The future seems full of uncertainty, but it seems to be frozen by the college entrance examination.

The love that permeates the youth novels, and the tears that can't be shed when looking up at the sky, have turned into a little bit of inhuman melancholy and sadness in the sigh day after day.

However, the nodes of emotional catharsis meet unexpectedly in a seemingly peaceful way. Good students, even the children of Miao Zi University, dragged her to skip classes without reservation.

The boy said, "If all the money is used up, how far is it?"

The girl said, "I want to go to southern Hunan and set off fireworks at the seaside."

It seems that according to the story of youth animation, it should be a smooth arrival at the seaside, setting off fireworks, and then two people hug and kiss under the fireworks. But the fact is that they not only missed their stop, but also found that they didn't bring a lighter when they were at the seaside.

The girl has been looking forward to the boy next door through the classroom glass since she was a child, but the boy knows that her boyfriend is a senior in senior three. After a long silence, I confided, "I know."

The boy said, "just run away somewhere."

The girl said, "We can't go anywhere."

The boy said, "The bus at seven o'clock tomorrow night doesn't have to come to see me off."

The girl said, "well, that will only make you more lonely."

It's too hard to leave. I'll go alone. The boy has long known that as long as he is gone, everyone will forget him after a while, just like the neighbors who moved away as children, they can't remember his appearance.

The boy galloped on his bicycle, and the girl looked at the geese flying in the sky, forming a herringbone. At that time, she didn't know he was leaving. At that time she thought it was just a short trip. Great, so exciting. I didn't know those geese were migrating, but he would never come back.

When we are young, we are always energetic and curious about the unknown, and we can rush forward regardless of the consequences. When we grow up, we become timid and never dare to throw caution to the wind again.

The Grenade, the boy was going to find a place to bury it, but he accidentally blew up the car of a speeding family. At the moment of explosion, impulsive hormones really turned boys into men.

The explosion ended his ten-year childhood as a good boy, and he has been uneasy. Finally, he can calmly say to her, "The bus at seven o'clock in the evening doesn't have to come to see me off."

It's like watching all the far-reaching legends and complicated feelings have gathered their branches, shrunk their buds and returned to their original seeds. Different emotions, simple and complicated stories, but they all start from the same life, the same soul and have the same starting point.

Finally, the boy finally wants to leave. He looked around for a long time, but no one really came to see him off. He got on the bus silently, and finally he was dead set, just staring at the scenery outside the window.

Then he found the fireworks that the girl lit for him outside the window, which they didn't light at the seaside.

She waved her hand vigorously, illuminating the unknown front for him, and those fireworks in the past flew to the Milky Way in the distant sky with the lights on the speeding train.