The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

In terms of culture, European and American literature has been committed to combating the development of Japanese literature and doing its best to export culture in order to seize the Japanese cultural market.

Economically, since the introduction of the Plaza Accord and the eventual economic bubble, people all over Japan have been holding back a sense of resentment. To describe it in one sentence, that is, 'I saw myself building a tall building, I saw myself entertaining guests, I saw myself building a building' Collapsed. ’

Their experience of building collapse is exactly the same as Gatsby's life in the book.

It can be said that there are ups and downs, and extreme disillusionment.

This is the real reason why Yu Xianzhisheng picked this book out of many alternative books.

The Japanese literary community must be able to see the implication, and then there are only two choices. Make a desperate effort to win this book. You don’t have to lose face, but literature must be revitalized.

Or, to save face first, hide this book and no one is allowed to read it.

Of course, you can also hide it in the snow.

But as a propaganda representative of European and American culture, Hollywood will not let go of this good opportunity to attack the other side and make money at the same time. After all, the market it targets is global and has no limitations.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. This is the most appropriate way to describe it.

Therefore, this book will definitely set off a storm. As for what form this storm will take, how long it will last, and how much benefit he can get from it, there is no way to know for the time being.

That's the plan, dare to think, dare to do, dare to play, and then leave everything to fate.

Yu Xian was about to go to bed after finishing the manuscript. There was no such thing as staying up late to catch up on the manuscript. Only by going to bed early and getting up early can you be healthy.

Yu Xian was lying on the bed and pulled up the quilt, and suddenly there was a gentle knock on the door.

"What's the matter, Xuezi?" Yu Xian sat up naively.

"I'm going out to cover my shift. I won't be back until midnight. You should be good and go to bed early when you are alone at home at night." Miyamoto Yukiko's gentle voice came from outside the door.

"Where are you going to substitute?" Yu Xian asked naively.

"A clothing store owned by a female friend has a new batch of goods arriving at night. I have to go with her to load the goods. The salary is not low." Miyamoto Yukiko leaned against the door and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it will be there in the middle of the night. Come back and go to bed, I won’t delay sending you to school tomorrow.”

"Be careful on the road." Yu Xian said softly.

Soon, the sound of an engine sounded in the yard. Yu Xian jumped out of bed and lay on the window, watching the car taillights turn into a blur of gradually moving under the dim street lights and on the faintly flickering gravel road. Farther away.

"Stay up late to finish the manuscript." Yu Xian Zhisheng patted his face, turned on the light again, and sat in front of the table, "Xuezi is working hard, and I can't be lazy."

The night breeze blows, and the starry sky keeps you company.

Time ticks on the wall.

Yuxian picked up the pen and officially started writing, writing the first sentence of the first chapter of "The Great Gatsby":

[When I was young and inexperienced, my father taught me a sentence that I have never forgotten.]

["Whenever you want to criticize anyone," he said to me, "just remember that not everyone in this world has the advantages that you have]

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When the clock pointed to two o'clock in the morning, the first chapter had been successfully completed. Yu Xian stood up and stretched his body, rubbing his sore wrist from writing.

He walked to the window and blew in the night breeze. He leaned out through the window and looked to the left. He could see the yard of Takashi Aoi's house. However, at first glance, it was dark there, with a small white outline holding it vaguely. Sit on your knees in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Isn't Takura Aoi still asleep at such a late hour?

"Takora Aoi?" Yu Xian naively called her name softly.

The little white shadow moved and disappeared in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

After a while, the curtains were drawn.

What a strange little girl.

Well, there are a lot of problems in her stomach, let’s wait until she comes to school.

Yu Xian shook his head, sat back at the table again, and began to adapt the script for the first chapter. He tried hard to recall the scenes of the movie, and transferred the scenes to the manuscript paper in the form of script text.

The first act: [Special Effects Panorama] [Color Composition] [Camera Movement] [Character Lines] [Montage] [Prop Meaning] and so on. Yu Xianzhisheng used detailed lens language to complete it, accurate to every shot. Push and pull transitions between.

If the novel is a beauty that only needs to be appreciated, then the script breaks the beauty into molecular-level details and then re-expresses it in the language of the camera.

The workload of adapting the script is more than ten times that of the original novel, but the hard work must be worth it. The Hollywood script award alone is more than 100 million yen. Plus the box office share, if you don't spend lavishly, it will be enough for a lifetime.

At three-thirty in the morning, the adaptation of the first chapter was only half completed. Yu Xian went downstairs to make a cup of coffee and brought it back to the house, washed his face with cold water and continued working.

Yuxian Zhisheng had to wait for Xuezi to come back before he dared to sleep peacefully.

At 4:10 in the morning, the night sky was already turning slightly white, but it took careful observation to see that Xuezi's car appeared on a suburban road full of sparse flowers.

--She has come back.

Yuxian laughed with sleepy eyes, and then pressed the completed manuscript under the textbook. The time was really deep, at the junction of late night and day.

"It's already very late?" In a daze, Yu Xian's eyes suddenly lit up.

This is a day worth remembering. Both people are doing their best for this family. This is also a day when two people are also sacrificing sleep to work hard for each other.

"Just call it 'Shi Shen'." Yu Xian Zhisheng filled in the pen name next to the title of the book.

In the depths of time lies the meaning of two people's efforts.

The beautiful life in the future will also rise slowly like the light is coming.

The sound of Miyamoto Yukiko changing shoes and the muffled sound of her feet stepping on the floor soon came from the door. After a while, there was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom and the sound of blowing water. These sounds followed the permeating atmosphere. The water vapor rubbed into his room, making it feel like a dream.

Until the door closed at the end of the corridor, everything returned to silence.

Yuxuan opened the door and walked to Miyamoto Yukiko's door. She listened quietly to the breathing coming from inside. Yukiko was probably exhausted. Just from the sound, she could tell that she was sleeping soundly.

Yuxian walked to the bathroom, put the black pantyhose and bra she had changed into into the washing machine, and then tidied up the high heels that had been kicked around at the door. He did this naturally, as if he was a member of the family. The male owner seemed to have lived here for a long time and was extremely familiar with her and everything about her.

After doing all this, he returned to his room and took out a white envelope he bought in advance from his schoolbag.

Then start writing.

He wrote this letter very seriously.

Although it only contains a few hundred words, it is extremely concise.

Recipient: Yukiko Miyamoto.

Sender: Mr. Shi Shen.

In about two days, the letter will pass through the green suburban roads and be stuffed into the mailbox at the door by the messenger who rides over.

What will Yukiko look like when she receives the letter?

Thinking like this.

Yu Xian fell asleep with a naive smile.

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