Chapter 501 500, Naoki-San, You Are a Father Now!!

It was still a restaurant near Shogakukan. This was probably the limit of Morikawa Kuniji's hospitality budget.

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

As soon as he sat down and drank a sip of water, Morikawa's editorial instinct began to take effect, and he began to urge for updates.

"Ah, I just had a rough idea of ​​the new book in my mind, but I haven't reached the point where I can write it down yet."

Yongshan was not panicked at all. Anyway, if you must ask, I can only say that there is no more~

"Hahaha, is that so? There is no way. After all, creation still depends on inspiration and timing." As expected, with rich experience in urging updates, Morikawa Kuniji found a step for himself very smoothly.

After a few pleasantries, as the exquisite dishes gradually came on stage, Morikawa Kuniji began to talk about "Love Letter" participating in the Yoshikawa Eiji Literature Award while eating.

"In fact, we also submitted "Summer Garden", "Love Letter" and "Love Sky" two years ago. However, as an award for popular novels, the Yoshikawa Eiji Literature Award only began to consider youth novels this year. In comparison, "Love Sky" reflects and predicts society more deeply."

Naoki Nagayama ate cream mushroom soup while listening to Kuniji Morikawa's explanation. "Summer Garden" is a juvenile book. As for "Love Letter", although it portrays young love very beautifully, it is still a little short of reflecting the times.

As for "Love Sky", if it came out decades later, it would be an ordinary youth novel, but in this era, it predicts the future social form based on popular themes such as school violence and student life in reality, so it seems to have a higher intention.

Naoki Nagayama was a little amused. Now if I write a future urban novel like "Tiny Times", will it create a future fantasy literary genre?

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

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"At the beginning of next year, should we hold a few book signings? Create some heat on campus and in newspapers?" Morikawa Kuniharu suggested, "This way, it will be more advantageous during the selection."

"Huh?" Naoki Naoyama was curious, "Didn't you even create hype during the Naoki Prize?"

Moriyama Kuniharu explained, "At that time, your "Love Sky" had just been sold, and it was at its peak. Young people and people in the literary circle were discussing your novel every day, so there was no need to create hype."

"But after half a year, the heat has more or less declined."

"This, doesn't mean that you are still reprinting?" Naoki Naoyama had received royalties for reprinting before.

Moriyama Kuniharu smiled, "After all, the sales volume is not as high as the first batch."

Book sales are actually similar to record releases. If it is not a famous work that can be read repeatedly and has been popular for many years, other novels will probably only have a sales period of more than half a year, which is a little longer than records~

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

"Okay then~"

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

After confirming this, Kuniharu Morikawa seemed relieved. Naoki Nagayama is good in everything as a writer, but he is not sociable, which makes people worry.

Then he had a lot of fun eating spaghetti bolognese.

Naoki Nagayama was curious about another thing: "Kunji-san, didn't Toho say before that it wanted to buy my film and television adaptation rights?"

"Ah, yes!" Morikawa Kuniharu reacted, "Shogakukan and Toho have always had copyright cooperation. When we talked about the adaptation rights this time, we mentioned several novels by Naoki-san. Toho's Kawamura Hirotaku is very interested in these novels. So we are the middleman."

"Oh? Then, how much are they willing to pay?" What's the use of being interested? Paying money is the real thing!

Morikawa Kuniharu didn't expect Naoki Nagayama to be so direct. Shouldn't writers be more reserved?

When I talked to other writers about someone wanting to buy the film and television adaptation rights, they were all surprised and full of gratitude.

"Um, for "Summer Garden", 6 million, "Love Letter" 10 million, and "Love Sky" 12 million."

This offer. It seems that Toho also knows that love movies can sell at the box office, and movies that are both sad and loving can make people cry and sell at the box office.

"It feels a bit low." Naoki Naoyama said bluntly. With his net worth, such a fee is a bit unbearable.

Morikawa Kuniharu hurriedly said: "This is just a preliminary negotiation. We can talk about it later, but Naoki-san, this price is already the market price of the copyright for novel adaptation."

It doesn't mean that novels adapted into movies will definitely sell well.

"Hahaha, it's still too low for me." Naoki Naoyama laughed. If he made his own novel, he would make much more money than this.

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

"Eh? Naoki-san, won't you wait for the next offer?" Morikawa Kuniji advised, "There is basically no one in Japan who can offer higher than Toho."

"Kunji-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 novels. When "Love Letter" is released, his novels will definitely become popular again!

But he didn't want to kill with one stick:

""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 will 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 broad daylight. However, Nagayama Naoki managed to squeeze out a free afternoon for himself.

As for the editing of "Midnight Ring", isn't there Shuichi-san!

"You have a rare whole afternoon, what are you going to do?"

Nagayama Naoki drove the car on the road and soon arrived at Yamasakura-in, but unexpectedly he didn't want to stay at home. He opened the door with the remote control and shouted inside:

"Yingtaro, put the dog leash on, 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 keywords such as "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 down, 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: "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 Nagayama Naoki parked the car, he led Yutaro onto the grounds of the Royal 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 is covered with maple leaves, dead leaves, and ginkgo leaves, covering up the original brown earth, as if the earth is 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, The green pingpong chrysanthemums are like beautiful patterns on Chinese clothes, decorating the entire 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. The dog didn't know why, but he 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 an L-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.

Drop by drop, it soon turned into a thin line. The rain became heavier.

In the pond next to it, the ripples caused by the raindrops on the water surface became more and more numerous, and eventually they were broken 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 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 of each leaf could be seen.

Those are all burning funds! --"Garden of Words"

The movies I had watched before gradually appeared. They were called movies with every frame as wallpaper. As expected, they showed the high memory brought by high picture quality.

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

After taking a few deep breaths, Naoki Nagayama recovered and couldn't help complaining: "Why is the painting so delicate?"

It was still raining at this time, so there was naturally no way to get the book from the car to compose the ending song "Rain".

And the basic plot of this movie is actually very simple. The main reason is that the picture quality of the movie is too high. Naoki Nagayama couldn't use painting to reduce the pressure in his skull. He could only lean on the back of the chair and gently massage his temples.

Accompanied by the sound of decompression rain, it took Naoki Nagayama more than half an hour to feel that he had completely digested these memories.

"I seem to have seen a lot of such high-definition animated movies. What should I do when I think of it later? Should I learn to draw?"

"It's impossible. How can I draw a movie in such a short time? Even if Osamu Tezuka, Eiichiro Oda, Yoshihiro Togashi, and Masashi Kishimoto come together, it's impossible to draw it in a few hours!"

After complaining for a while, Naoki Nagayama touched Yingtaro who was looking at him with some concern.

"Yingtaro, I'm fine! I just remembered the past."

He turned his head and looked at the surrounding environment. At this time, he already had a picture in his mind to notice the difference. "It turns out that it's because the color of the trees is different, so I didn't notice it!"

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

The rain kept falling until almost dusk.

Naoki Nagayama had to stay in the pavilion with Yingtaro until dusk. When he came back, he was too hungry to cook.

After packing a plate of assorted sushi and other platters in the restaurant, Naoki Nagayama returned to Yamazakurain and wrote down the song "Rain" first.

While watching TV and eating sushi in the living room, Meowtaro, who smelled the smell of salmon, ran over and put his head close to his hand

"You foodie" Naoki Nagayama, who didn't take the orange out to play, gave the salmon sushi and tuna sushi to Meowtaro with some guilt, "I'll take you with me next time!"

Alas. After having an even number of pets, it's really difficult to treat them equally!

"Dinglingling~"

Just at this time, the phone next to him rang.

"Moses, this is Yamazakurain."

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

"Huh?!!!"

Naoki Nagayama's hair stood on end and he almost jumped up from the sofa.

"No, Naoki-san, I mean you gave birth to a son!" The voice of Nakai Yuta was excited in the microphone, "Oh, that's not right, I mean I'm a father! Hahahaha, Naoki-san, my child is born!"

"Yuta-san, don't talk nonsense next time. Others will misunderstand!"

"Hahaha~"

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