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 has done 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, it is "seeing yourself building a tall building, seeing your own banquet guests, seeing your own building." collapsed. ’

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

It can be said to be ups and downs, disillusioned to the extreme.

This is the real reason why Yu Xianzhi chose this book from the many alternative books.

The Japanese literary world must be able to see the meaning of it, and then there are only two choices. To win this book in a desperate bid, the face can be lost, but the literature must be revitalized.

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

Of course you can also freeze it.

But Hollywood, as the propaganda representative of European and American culture, will definitely not miss this good opportunity to attack the other side and make money. After all, the market it points to is global and has no limitations.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend, and this is the best 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.

This is the plan, dare to think, dare to do, dare to play, and then leave everything to fate.

Yu Xianzhi planned to go to bed after finishing the manuscript. There is no such thing as staying up late to catch the manuscript. Go to bed early and get up early to be healthy.

Yu Xianzhi was lying on the bed and pulling on the quilt, when there was a light knock at the door.

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

"I'm going out to replace the shift. I won't be back until midnight. You have to be obedient at home at night and go to bed early." Miyamoto Yukiko's gentle voice came from outside the door.

"Where are you going to replace the class?" Yu Xianzhi asked.

"A clothing store opened by a female friend has a new batch of goods at night. I want to go with her to stock up. The salary is not low." Miyamoto Yukiko leaned against the door and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it will be in the middle of the night. I'm back to sleep, I won't delay sending you to school tomorrow."

"Pay attention to safety on the road." Yu Xianzhi said softly.

Soon, the sound of the engine sounded in the yard, and Yu Xianzhi jumped out of bed, laying on the window, watching the taillights of the car turn into a blurry gradually under the dim street lights, on the faintly flickering gravel road. farther away.

"Stay up late to catch up on the draft." Yu Xianzhi patted his face, turned on the light again, and sat at the table, "Xuezi is working hard, I can't be lazy."

The night wind is blowing, accompanied by the stars.

The time on the wall is ticking away.

Yu Xianzhisheng picked up the pen and started to write, and wrote the first sentence of the first chapter of "The Great Gatsby":

[When I was young and had little experience, my father taught me a sentence, which I still remember today]

[“Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone,” he told me, “you 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, and Yu Xian Zhisheng stood up and moved his body, rubbing his aching wrist.

He walked to the window where the night wind was blowing, leaned out of the window and looked to the left, and he could see the courtyard of Tian Kongkui's house, but at first glance it was dark, and there was a small white silhouette hugging Sit on your knees in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It's so late, isn't Tian Kongkui still asleep?

"Tian Kongkui?" Yu Xianzhisheng called out her name softly.

The little white shadow moved and disappeared in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. After a while, the curtain was drawn.

What a strange little girl.

Well, there are a lot of questions in my stomach, let's talk about it when she comes to school.

Yu Xianzhisheng shook his head, sat back at the table again, and began to adapt the script for the first chapter. He recalled the scene of the movie vigorously, and transferred the scene to the manuscript in the form of script text.

Act 1: [Special effects panorama] [Color composition] [Camera movement] [Character lines] [Montage] [Prop implication] and a series of other series, Yu Xian Zhisheng used detailed lens language to complete it, accurate to every shot Push-pull conversion between.

If the novel is a beauty, you only need to appreciate it, then the script is to divide the beauty into sub-level details, and then turn it into the language of the camera to express it again.

The workload of the script adaptation is about ten times that of the original novel, but the hard work must be worth it. A single Hollywood script award is more than 100 million yen, plus the box office share, if you don’t spend a lot of money, you can eat and drink for a lifetime.

At 3:30 in the morning, the editing work of the first chapter was only half completed. Yu Xianzhi went downstairs to make a cup of coffee and brought it back to the room. He washed his face with cold water and continued to dry.

Yu Xianzhisheng had to wait for Xuezi to come back before he dared to sleep at ease.

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

-She has come back.

Yu Xianzhi raised his sleepy eyes and laughed, and then pressed the completed manuscript under the textbook. The time was really deep, at the junction of late night and daytime.

"It's already deep?" In a trance, Yu Xianzhisheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

This is a memorable day, both of them are doing their best for this family, and it is also a day when two people sacrifice their sleep to work hard for each other.

"It's just called 'Shi Shen'." Yu Xianzhi filled in the pseudonym next to the title of the book.

In the depths of time, the meaning of two people's efforts is hidden.

The beautiful life in the future is also rising like light is coming~www.novelmt.com~ Soon the sound of Miyamoto Yukiko's shoes changing and the muffled sound of the soles stepping on the floor came from the door. He came to the bathroom with the sound of flushing water, whirring and whistling, and these sounds rubbed into his room with the diffused water vapor, like a dream.

When the door closed at the end of the corridor, everything was silent again.

Yu Xianzhisheng opened the door, walked to Miyamoto Yukiko's door, and listened quietly to the sound of breathing from inside. Yukiko was probably exhausted, and she could tell from the sound that she was sleeping soundly.

Yu Xianzhi went to the bathroom, put the black pantyhose and bra and underwear she had changed into the washing machine, and then sorted out the high heels that had been kicked at the door. The male master has lived here for a long time, and is very familiar with her and everything about her.

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

Then start writing letters.

He wrote this letter very seriously.

Although it is only a few hundred words, it is extremely condensed.

Recipient: Miyamoto Yukiko.

Sender: Mr. Shi Shen.

In about two days, the letter would cross the green grassy suburban road and be stuffed into the mailbox at the door by the messenger who came by bicycle.

What will Xuezi look like when she receives the letter?

Think so.

Yu Xian Zhisheng smiled and went to sleep.

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