It is still a restaurant near Shogakukan, and this is probably the limit of Morikawa Kuniji's entertainment budget.
"Naoki-san, is there any progress on the latest book?"
As soon as I sat down and took a sip of water, Morikawa's editor's instinct kicked in and he started to rush for updates.
"Ah, the new book. I just had a rough idea in my mind, but it's not yet ready to be written down."
Yongshan is just not panicking at all. Anyway, if you have to ask, I can only say no~
"Hahaha, is that so? There's nothing we can do about it. After all, creation still depends on inspiration and timing." Sure enough, with rich experience in urging, Kuniji Morikawa found a step for himself very smoothly.
After exchanging a few words, as the exquisite dishes gradually appeared, Kuniji Morikawa began to talk about "Love in the Sky" to participate in the Yoshikawa Eiji Literary Award selection while eating.
"Actually, we also submitted "Summer Garden", "Love Letter" and "Love Sky" the year before last. However, as a popular award, the Yoshikawa Eiji Literature Prize only started to consider the youth category this year. In comparison,
"Love in the Sky" has a more profound reflection and prediction on society."
Naoki Nagayama was eating cream of mushroom soup while listening to Kuniji Morikawa's explanation. "Summer Garden" is a juvenile book. "Love Letter", although it depicts young love very beautifully, is still not good at reflecting the times.
A little bit.
As for "Love in the Sky", if it comes out decades later, it will be about ordinary youth. However, in this era, it predicts the future social form on real school violence, student life and other popular themes, so it seems to be intentional.
Just a little higher.
Nagayama Naoki is a bit funny. Now if I write about a future city or something similar to a small era, will it create a future fantasy literature genre or something like that?
"Naoki-san?" Kuniji Morikawa called Naoki Nagayama.
"Ah? What's wrong?"
"Early next year, should we hold a few book signings to create some buzz on campus and in newspapers?" Kuniji Morikawa suggested, "In this case, it will be more advantageous during the selection."
"Huh?" Naoki Nagayama was curious, "Didn't Naoki not even create a buzz when he was giving the reward?"
Kuniji Morikawa explained, "At that time, your "Love in the Sky" had just been sold and it was at the peak of momentum. Young people and people in the literary circle were discussing your book every day, so naturally there was no need to build momentum."
"But after half a year, the popularity has somewhat declined."
"Doesn't this mean that it is still being reprinted?" Nagayama Naoki had received payment for additional reprints before.
Kuniji Morikawa smiled, "After all, the sales volume is not as big as the first batch."
The sales of books are actually similar to the distribution of records. If it is not the kind of classics that can be read over and over again and last for many years, the sales period for other books will only be more than half a year, which is a little longer than that of records~
Among Naoki Nagayama's three books, probably only "The Garden of Summer" continues to sell well.
"That's okay~"
Nagayama Naoki thought for a while, there really won’t be much going on at the beginning of next year, it’s just a book signing, what’s the big deal? What does it mean to be a well-known writer! (tactical backtracking)~
After confirming this matter, Kuniji Morikawa seemed to be relieved. Naoki Nagayama is good at everything as a writer, but his lack of sociability is worrying.
The next spaghetti bolognese was a great pleasure to eat.
Naoki Nagayama was curious about another thing, "Kuniji-san, didn't you say before that Toho wanted to buy my film and television adaptation rights?"
"Ah, yes!" Kuniji Morikawa reacted, "Shogakukan and Toho have always cooperated in copyright. When we discussed the adaptation rights this time, we mentioned several books by Naoki-san and Toho's Hiroshi Takuya Kawamura.
I'm very interested in these books, so I'm going to help them get involved."
"Oh? So, what's the price they're willing to pay?" What's the use of being interested in anything? The real thing is to pay!
Kuniji Morikawa didn't expect Naoki Nagayama to be so direct. Shouldn't writers be more reserved?
When I talked to other writers before about someone wanting to buy the rights to film and television adaptations, they were all pleasantly surprised and very grateful.
"For "Summer Garden", it's 6 million, "Love Letter" is 10 million, and "Love in the Sky" is 12 million."
It seems that Toho also knows this quotation. Love movies can sell box office, and movies that are sadistic and loving at the same time can earn tears and sell box office.
"It feels a bit low." Nagayama Naoki said bluntly, considering his wealth, such a fee is a bit disdainful.
Kuniji Morikawa hurriedly said, "This is just a preliminary negotiation. We can still negotiate in the future. However, Naoki-san, this price is already the market price for the adaptation copyright."
This does not mean that adapting it into a movie will definitely be a hit.
"Hahaha, it's still too low for me." Nagayama Naoki laughed. If he had taken the photos himself, he would have made much more money than this.
"Bang Zhisang, to put it simply, I won't agree to this price."
"Huh? Why don't Naoki-san wait for the next quotation?" Kuniji Morikawa advised, "There is basically no one in Japan who can bid higher than Toho."
"Kuniji-san, Toho doesn't know the value now, but they will know it soon!" Naoki Nagayama is full of confidence in the movies adapted from these books. When "Love Letter" is released, he will definitely watch it again
Red!
But he didn't want to be beaten to death with a stick either.
""Kuniji-san, we can talk about the adaptation rights, but for Toho, we'd better talk directly to Shuyu Pictures when the time comes. I have other conditions, such as being the screenwriter, co-developing, etc."
If we cooperate with Japan's largest film production company, the obstacles we encounter in the film industry should be much smaller.
"Is that so?" Kuniji Morikawa nodded, "I will tell Section Chief Hirotaku Kawamura."
"By the way, tell him that we only have "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 had no intention of continuing to drink in the broad daylight. However, Naoki Nagayama managed to carve out a free time for himself in the afternoon.
As for the editing of "Midnight Ring", isn't it Shuichi-san?
"You have a rare whole afternoon, what are you going to do?"
Naoki Nagayama was driving on the road and soon arrived at Yamasakura-in. Unexpectedly, he didn't want to stay at home. He opened the door with the remote control and shouted loudly to the inside.
"Yingtaro, take the dog leash and I'll take you out to play!"
"Woof?"
The big dog, who was still holding the cherry blossom tree in the yard, raised his head alertly.
But after hearing the key words "dog leash" and "going out to play", I immediately rushed to the dog leash placed at the entrance, then picked up the dog leash, quickly ran to the door, aimed at the target, and jumped in through the car window.
In the car!
Nagayama Naoki quickly resisted the big dog's affection with his hands, "Yutaro, do you really want to go out and play too?! Okay, sit tight, don't lick me, you can't be a licking dog!"
"Woof woof woof! (Everything you say is right!)" Yutaro was wagging his tail happily, extremely excited.
It was very easy to turn around the spacious Toyota Century. Naoki Nagayama got on the road again before thinking about his goal, "Where are we going? By the way, Mr. Aoyama seemed to have said last time that the Chrysanthemum Exhibition at Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden is being held!"
He touched Gouzi's head and said, "It's decided, let's go there!"
"Wow!" Yong Tailang couldn't agree more!
It cannot be said that there is no traffic on weekday afternoons, but the road conditions are also very smooth. It only takes ten minutes to go from Chiyoda to Shibuya.
After Naoki Nagayama parked the car, he led Taro Taro onto the grounds of the imperial garden.
"It's really big!"
Nagayama Naoki looked around. This park covers an area of nearly 60 hectares, spanning 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, there are also red maples, but against the backdrop of evergreen trees and ginkgo, the flaming red of maple and the golden of ginkgo intertwine, forming a gradient-like color.
The ground was covered with maple leaves, dead leaves, and ginkgo leaves, covering up the original brown earth, as if the earth was also covered with a layer of warm autumn clothes.
Today, Tokyo's largest chrysanthemum exhibition is held here. Chrysanthemums as big as bowls are arranged in the park according to different colors and types. The bright yellow imperial chrysanthemum, orange ball chrysanthemum, purple hibiscus, etc.
The green chrysanthemums are like beautiful patterns on Chinese clothes, decorating the whole park like a brocade cassock.
Nagayama Naoki took Yotaro and walked among the picturesque scenery, completely forgetting the busy mood during this period.
"Sure enough, working every day is still too stressful!"
As he said this, he struggled to pull Yantaro away from the flower. For some reason, the dog always wanted to take a bite while sniffing the chrysanthemum.
Stop and go, not caring about the passage of time, it is very comfortable for one person and one dog.
They say the weather in summer can change at a moment's notice, and this is sometimes the case in autumn as well.
It was clear that the warm sunshine shone through the clouds and mist before, but now it started to rain lightly.
Naoki Nagayama, who had already reached the middle of the park, could only take Taro Taro to a pavilion to take shelter from the rain.
"Obviously the typhoon has passed, why is it still raining?" Nagayama Naoki patted Yotaro's slightly wet back, "Looks like we have to wait~"
The small pavilion standing by the water can only accommodate four or five people. There is a shaped wooden chair along the edge. Naoki Nagayama sat on the chair and let out a sigh of relief.
The patter of raindrops fell from the sky, floating on the leaves, washing away a layer of light dust, falling on the pavilion, and dripping along the wooden eaves.
One drop at a time, it soon turned into a thin line. The rain became heavier.
In the pond next to it, the ripples created by the raindrops on the water surface became more and more numerous, and eventually they were shattered into pieces, leaving only the sound of swishing.
Coupled with the rustling sound of rain hitting the leaves nearby, it actually sounds like the autumn rain is playing.
"This is still a pavilion where you can enjoy the scenery~" Nagayama Naoki looked at the pool outside, but felt that this scenery was inexplicably familiar.
"I saw it there. Speaking of which, I have never been to the Royal Garden, right?"
Nagayama Naoki couldn't remember when he had been here before, but when he looked up and looked around, an inexplicable sense of familiarity became heavier.
Falling rain, the sheltered pavilion, the pond, the boulders on the shore, the stone lantern, and the short bridge
The connected memories surged up in my mind again, and exquisite pictures appeared one after another, so detailed that the veins could be seen in every leaf.
Those are all burning funds! - "The Garden of Words"
The movie Zeng Jin had watched was gradually displayed. It was said to be a movie where every frame was a wallpaper. It really showed the high memory brought by high picture quality.
Nagayama Naoki's head was like a paste at this time, filled with the details of the movie, and it was in a down state for a long time.
After taking a few deep breaths, Nagayama Naoki finally regained his composure and couldn't help but complain, "Why are you painting so delicately?"
It was still raining at this time, so naturally there was no way to go to the car to get a notebook to compose the ending song "rain".
Moreover, the basic plot of this movie is actually very simple. The main reason is that the picture quality of the movie is too high. Nagayama Naoki cannot use painting to reduce the pressure in his skull. He can only lean on the back of the chair and gently massage his temples.
.
Accompanied by the sound of decompressing rain, it probably took Naoki Nagayama more than half an hour to fully digest these memories.
"I seem to have watched a lot of high-definition animated movies like this. What should I do if I think about it later? Should I learn to draw?"
"Isn't it possible? How is it possible to draw a movie in a short time?! Even if Osamu Tezuka, Eiichiro Oda, Yoshihiro Togashi, and Masashi Kishimoto came together in this situation, they wouldn't be able to draw it in a few hours.
Right!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After complaining for a while, Nagayama Naoki touched Yutaro, who was looking at him a little worriedly.
"Yantaro, I'm fine! I just remembered the past."
He turned around and looked at the surrounding environment. At this time, he already had pictures in his mind and could notice the difference. "It turns out that the colors of the trees are different, so I didn't notice it!"
"The Garden of Words" was full of dark green trees, but now they are colorful
The rain kept falling until almost evening.
Nagayama Naoki had to stay with Taro Taro in the pavilion until evening. When he came back, he was too hungry to cook.
After packing a piece of assorted sushi and other platters in the restaurant, Nagayama Naoki returned to Yamazakura-in and first wrote the song "rain".
While watching TV and eating sushi in the living room, Nyotarou smelled the salmon and ran over, putting his head next to his hand.
"You're a foodie." Nagayama Naoki, who didn't take Datachio out for fun, felt guilty and gave salmon sushi and tuna sushi to Nyotaro, "I'll take you with me next time I go out!"
Hey, after having an even number of pets, it is really difficult to get a bowl of water evenly!
"Dingling bell~"
At this moment, the phone next to me rang.
"Moses, Moses, this is Yamazakura-in."
"Naoki-san, you're going to be a father!" An excited voice came from the phone.
"Eh?!!!"
Nagayama Naoki's hair 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 Wonta's excited voice came from the microphone, "Ah, that's not right, I mean I'm a father! Hahaha, Naoki-san, my
The baby is born!”
"Next time Yuan Taisang speaks nonsense, others will misunderstand!"
"Hahahaha~"
Hahaha, it’s still morning! After all, I haven’t eaten yet!
