Tokyo bubble life

It is still a restaurant near the Shogakukan, which is probably the limit of Morikawa Kuniji's hospitality budget.

"Naoki-san, is there any progress on the latest book?"

As soon as I sat down and took a sip of water, editor Morikawa's instinct started to make trouble, and he started to urge updates

"Ah, the new book just had a rough idea in my mind, and it's not to the point where I can write it down."

Yongshan just didn't panic at all. Anyway, if you have to ask, I can only say no~

"Hahaha, is that so? There is no way. After all, creating such a thing depends on inspiration and timing." Sure enough, Kuniji Morikawa found a new level for himself with rich experience.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, as the exquisite dishes gradually came on stage, Kuniji Morikawa began to talk about "Love in the Sky" to participate in the Eiji Yoshikawa Literary Award selection while eating.

"Actually, we also submitted "Summer Garden", "Love Letter" and "Love in the Sky" last year, but as an award for popular novels, the Eiji Yoshikawa Literary Award only started to consider youth novels this year. In comparison In other words, "Love in the Sky" has more profound reflections and predictions on society."

Naoki Nagayama listened to Kuniji Morikawa's explanation while eating creamy mushroom soup. "The Garden of Summer" is a book for juveniles. Although "Love Letter" portrays young love very well, it is still poor at reflecting the times. a little bit.

As for "Love in the Sky", if it comes out decades later, it will be an ordinary youth novel, but in this era, it predicts the future social form on popular themes such as school violence and student life, so it seems The intention is a little higher.

Naoki Naoyama is a little funny. Now if I write future urban novels, similar to Little Times, will I create a genre of futuristic fantasy literature?

"Naoki-san?" Morikawa Kuniji called Yongshan Naoki.

"Ah? What's the matter?"

"At the beginning of next year, do you want to hold a few signings? Create a little heat on campus and in newspapers?" Kuniji Morikawa suggested, "In this case, it will be more beneficial in the selection process."

"Huh?" Yongshan Naoki was curious, "Didn't you even create momentum during the Naoki Award?"

Kuniji Morikawa explained: "At that time, your "Love in the Sky" had just been sold, and it was the time when the momentum was like a rainbow. Young people and people in the literary circle were discussing your novel every day, so naturally there was no need to create momentum."

"However, after the past six months, the popularity has more or less dropped."

"This, doesn't it mean that it is still being reprinted?" Naoki Yongshan had received reprinting fees before.

Kuniji Morikawa smiled: "After all, it is not as big as the first batch of sales."

Book sales are actually similar to releasing albums. If it is not the kind of classics that can be read repeatedly and last for years, other novels will only be sold for more than half a year, which is a little longer than albums~

Among Naoki Naoki's three books, probably only "The Garden of Summer" will continue to sell for a long time.

"That's fine~"

Naoki Naoyama thought about it. There really isn’t much to do at the beginning of next year. It’s just a book signing. What’s the big deal? What is a famous writer? (Tactical back)~

After confirming this matter, Kuniji Morikawa seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. As a writer, Naoki Naoyama is good at everything, but the fact that he is not sociable is worrying.

The next spaghetti bolognese was a joy to eat.

Naoki Naoyama was curious about another thing: "Bunji-san, didn't you say that Dongbao wanted to buy my film and television adaptation rights?"

"Ah, yes!" Kuniji Morikawa came to his senses, "Shogakukan and Toho have always cooperated in copyright. When discussing the rights of adaptation this time, they mentioned several novels by Naoki-san and Toho's Hiroshi Kawamura. The section chief is very interested in these novels, so let's draw a thread in the middle."

"Oh? So, what price are they willing to pay?" What's the use of being interested in something, the real thing is paying money!

Kuniji Morikawa didn't expect Naoki Naoyama to be so direct. Shouldn't writers be a little more reserved?

When I talked to other writers before about someone buying film and television adaptation rights, they were all pleasantly surprised and grateful.

"For "The Court of Summer", 6 million, "Love Letter" 10 million, and "Love Space" 12 million."

This offer. It seems that Dongbao also knows that love movies can sell at the box office, and movies with abuse and love can make tears and sell at the box office.

"It feels a little low." Naoki Yongshan said bluntly, and he looked down on him at such a fee with his net worth.

Kuniji Morikawa hurriedly said: "This is only a preliminary negotiation, and it can be negotiated in the future, but Naoki-san, this price is already the market price of the copyright of the novel adaptation."

It doesn't mean that a novel adapted into a movie will definitely be a hit.

"Hahaha, it's still too low for me." Naoki Yongshan smiled. If he shoots his own novels, he can earn much more money than this.

"Bongji-san, to put it simply, I will not agree to this price."

"Eh? Isn't Naoki-san waiting for the quotation later?" Kuniji Morikawa persuaded, "There are basically no bids higher than Toho's in Japan."

"Bunji-san, Dongbao doesn't know the value now, but they will know soon!" For the film adaptation of these novels, Naoki Yongshan is full of confidence. When "Love Letter" is released, his novels will definitely Will go viral again!

But he didn't want to kill him with a stick:

""Bangji-san, the right to adapt can be discussed, but Dongbao's case should be discussed directly with Shuyou Yinghua. I have other conditions, such as acting as a screenwriter, co-development and so on. "

If we cooperate with Japan's largest film production company, the obstacles encountered in the film industry should be much smaller.

"Is that so?" Kuniji Morikawa nodded, "I'll tell Section Chief Kawamura Hirozuo."

"By the way, tell him that there are only "Summer Garden" and "Love in the Sky", and "Love Letter" is already being filmed."

"Eh?"

The meal with Kuniji Morikawa didn't last long, and he didn't intend to continue drinking in broad daylight. However, Naoki Yongshan squeezed out an afternoon of free time for himself.

As for the editing of "Midnight Ring", isn't there Xiu Yisang!

"It's a rare whole afternoon, what are you going to do?"

Naoki Naoyama was driving on the road, and soon arrived at Yamazakura-in, but he unexpectedly didn’t want to stay at home, so he opened the door with the remote control, and shouted loudly to the inside:

"Yutaro, put on the leash, I'll take you out to play!"

"Wang?"

The big dog who was still pulling the cherry tree in the yard raised his head vigilantly.

But after hearing keywords such as "dog leash" and "going out to play", he immediately rushed to the dog leash placed at the entrance, then picked up the dog leash, ran to the door to aim at the target, and jumped in from the car window. in the car!

Naoki Yongshan quickly resisted the big dog's affection with both hands: "Ya Taro, do you really want to go out to play too?! Okay, sit down, don't lick me, you can't be a licking dog!"

"Wow, woof, woof! (You are right in everything you say!)" Taro wagged his tail happily, extremely excited.

The large Toyota Century, it is very easy to turn around. Naoki Naoyama thought about the goal when he got on the avenue again, "Where are we going? By the way, Mr. Aoyama seems to have said last time that the chrysanthemum exhibition in Shinjuku Gyoen is holding an exhibition!"

He patted Gouzi's head: "It's decided, let's go there!"

"Woof!" Ying Taro agreed so much that he couldn't agree more!

It cannot be said that there is no traffic in the afternoon on weekdays, but the road conditions are also very smooth. It only takes ten minutes to travel from Chiyoda to Shibuya.

After Naoki Naoyama parked the car, he took Euntaro to the land of the Gyoen Garden.

"It's really big!"

Naoki Nagayama looked around. This park, which covers an area of ​​nearly 60 hectares, straddles Shinjuku and Shibuya, and is next to Yoyogi Park and Tonomiya Imperial Palace. It can be said that the scenery of this generation is very good.

In the imperial garden in autumn, of course, red maple is the world, but against the backdrop of evergreen trees and ginkgo, the flame-like maple red and the golden color of ginkgo intertwine to form a gradient-like color.

The ground is covered with maple leaves, dead leaves, and ginkgo leaves, covering up the original brown land, as if putting a layer of warm autumn clothes on the earth.

Today, the largest chrysanthemum exhibition in Tokyo is held here. The chrysanthemums as big as bowls are arranged in the park according to different colors and types. The green pingpong chrysanthemums are like the beautiful patterns on the Chinese clothes, decorating the whole park like brocade cassocks.

Naoki Yongshan took Etaro for a walk in the picturesque scenery, completely forgetting the busy mood during this time,

"Sure enough, the pressure of working every day is still too great!"

While talking, he struggled to pull Ying Taro away from the flowers. For some reason, the dog sniffed the chrysanthemum and always wanted to take a bite.

Stop and go, don't care about the passage of time, one person and one dog are very comfortable.

It is said that the weather in summer changes as soon as it changes, and sometimes it is the same in autumn.

Obviously, the warm sun shone through the clouds and mist before, but now it is raining lightly.

Naoki Nagayama, who had already reached the middle of the park, could only take Eitaro to a gazebo to shelter from the rain.

"Obviously the typhoon has passed, why is it still raining?" Naoki Nagayama patted Taro's slightly wet back, "It looks like we have to wait~"

The small pavilion standing by the water can only accommodate four or five people. There is an L-shaped wooden chair along the edge. Naoki Naoyama sat on the chair and let out a sigh of relief.

The pattering raindrops fell from the sky, floated on the leaves, washed away a layer of light dust, fell on the pavilion, and dripped along the wooden eaves.

A drop of water soon turned into a thin line, and the rain became bigger.

In the pond next to it, the raindrops hit the surface of the water in circles and ripples, more and more, and finally shattered into pieces, leaving only the sound of swishing.

Coupled with the rustling sound of rainwater hitting the leaves next to it, it looks like the autumn rain is playing.

"This is still a pavilion where you can enjoy the scenery~" Naoki Yongshan looked at the pool outside, but felt that the scenery was inexplicably familiar.

"I've seen it there. Speaking of which, I probably haven't been to the Imperial Garden, have I?"

Naoki Yongshan couldn't remember when he had been here, but when he looked around, an inexplicable sense of familiarity became heavier.

The rain, the shelter from the rain, the pond, the boulders on the bank, the stone lamp, and the short bridge.

Goulian's memories surged up from his mind again, and exquisite pictures appeared one after another, so detailed that the veins could be seen in every leaf.

Those are burning expenses! --"Garden of Words"

The movies that Zeng Jin has watched are gradually displayed. It is said that every frame of the movie is a wallpaper, and it really shows the high memory brought by the high quality.

Naoki Yongshan's head was like a paste at this time, full of details of the movie, and it was in a state of downtime for a long time.

After taking a few deep breaths, Naoki Yongshan finally recovered, and couldn't help complaining: "Why are you drawing so delicately?"

It was still raining at this time, so naturally I couldn't go to the car to get a notebook to write the ending song "Rain".

Moreover, the basic plot of this movie is actually very simple, mainly because the picture quality of the movie is too high, and Naoki Naoyama has no way to reduce the intracranial pressure by drawing, so he can only lean on the back of the chair and gently massage his temples .

Accompanied by the sound of decompressing rain, it took Naoki Naoyama more than half an hour to completely digest these memories.

"I seem to have seen a lot of high-definition animation movies like this. What should I do when I think about it later, should I learn to draw?"

"Impossible, how can it be possible to draw a movie in a short period of time?! In this case, even if Osamu Tezuka, Eiichiro Oda, Yoshihiro Togashi, and Masashi Kishimoto come together, it is impossible to draw it in a few hours Let's do it!"

After making complaints about it for a while, Naoki Nagayama touched Euntaro who was looking at him worriedly,

"Yutaro, I'm fine! I just remembered something from the past."

Then I turned my head and looked at the surrounding environment. At this time, I already had a picture in my mind to find the difference. "It turned out that it was because the colors of the trees were different, so I didn't notice it!"

The trees in "The Garden of Words and Leaves" are all dark green, but now they are colorful.

The rain continued until late in the evening.

Naoki Yongshan had to stay in the pavilion with Yutaro until evening, and when he came back, he was too hungry to cook.

Packing a set of assorted sushi and other platters in the restaurant, Naoki Nagayama returned to Yamazakin and wrote down the song "Rain" first.

While eating sushi while watching TV in the living room, Nyotaro ran over, smelling the smell of salmon, and put his head close to his hand

"You foodie." Naoki Naoyama, who didn't take Daju out to play, felt a little guilty and gave the salmon sushi and tuna sushi to Nyotaro, "I'll bring you with me next time I go out!"

Hey. After having an even number of pets, it is really difficult to have a bowl of water that is level!

"Jinglingling~"

At this moment, the phone next to him rang.

"Moses, this is Yamazakura-in."

"Naoki-san, you are now a father!" An excited voice came from the phone.

"Eh?!!!"

Naoki Yongshan's hairs stood on end all of a sudden, and he almost jumped up from the sofa.

"Ah no, Naoki-san, I mean you gave birth to a son!" Nakai Yuan's overly excited voice came from the microphone, "Ah, that's not right, I mean I'm becoming a father! Hahaha, Naoki-san, my The baby is born!"

"Yuan Taisang can't talk nonsense next time. Others will misunderstand!"

"Hahahaha~"

Hahaha, it's still morning! After all, I haven't eaten yet!