Gifu Prefecture, the 7th largest of Japan's 47 prefectures, is located 300 kilometers west of Tokyo. The land area of the www.biquge.info is 2.8% of Japan's land area, and it is a large prefecture with a very high forest coverage rate.

The outskirts are full of lush forests, clear water and green mountains, and green rice fields are divided into irregular rectangles by winding paths. The curling smoke beckons people from work and school to go home, and the occasional chirping of birds makes for a cozy idyllic scene.

A black luxury car was driving on the field road, and Zheng Chengxian looked out the window and was stunned.

"It's a great view!"

Kim Tae-hee couldn't help but admire.

"yes, it's good to retire here."

Jung Sung-hyun muttered.

"Puff ~ pension?"

Kim Tae-hee couldn't help but smile, turned his head and sneered: "How old are you to think about retirement?" ”

"The age is not very old, but the heart is already old."

Glancing at the girl in the sailor suit with light steps outside the car, Zheng Chengxian replied lightly: "Find a place like this and build a thatched house." Isn't it nice to work at sunrise and rest at sunset? Why are you so tired? ”

"Cut~"

Kim Tae-hee cut off disdainfully:

"It's just that I'm having trouble with my girlfriend, as for being so disheartened? It's really unproductive! ”

Zheng Chengxian scratched his face and didn't speak, revealing a bitter smile.

Kim Tae-hee did not continue to taunt, and asked curiously:

"What are we doing here?"

"Didn't I promise to give you a play, and that writer lives here,"

Pointing ahead, Zheng Chengxian replied casually.

Regarding agreeing to the cooperation of TV Tokyo, Jung Sung-hyun has a real headache. Japanese film and television dramas, he is still stuck in "Tokyo Love Story" and movies that are finished with three or two people, and there are really not many materials to choose from.

I was more impressed, and after watching it completely, there was only one "Naoki Hanzawa", which is said to have very good results. And the original author of this drama, Jun Ikeido, lives in Gifu Prefecture.

Zheng Chengxian asked people to inquire in many ways, and only then did he get his address.

"Oh?"

Hearing Jung Sung-hyun's words, Kim Tae-hee was quite surprised: "You are a great writer yourself, why do you have to find someone else?" I thought you were just in a bad mood and came out to relax. ”

"You know I'm in a bad mood."

Zheng Chengxian smiled bitterly: "In this state, how can you write a good script?" I happened to have read several of this Mr. Ikei Tojun novels, and I was very impressed. Since you can't write it, let's adapt it. ”

"Oh~~"

Kim Tae-hee nodded as if he didn't understand, didn't dwell on this topic, and turned to something else:

"Actually, don't be so anxious, what I said to Sapphire Xi and them is not to make hasty decisions, and it's the same for you now. You should have heard a saying -- illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread. Now that your love is sick, you can't expect to heal in a day or two, you need to recuperate slowly. ”

"That's what I said, but ........."

Zheng Chengxian wanted to speak and stopped, and infinite sorrow surged in his heart.

In the past, there were two treasures on the side, and I didn't feel anything special. Now that both of them are ignoring him, it makes him feel panicked in his heart. As the saying goes: Only when you lose, you will know how to cherish.

Now Jung Sung-hyun is like that.

It's only a few dozen minutes' drive away from me, but it seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get closer to each other, and this frustration and frustration haunted him.

"Don't."

Kim Tae-hee persuaded softly: "I can see that an outsider can see that you have a deep relationship with each other. Since this is the case, it will not be easy to say that it will be divided. Be patient, you won't be able to run away. ”

Zheng Chengxian nodded silently.

As he spoke, the car came to a gassho house.

The reason why it is called gassho-ya is because the roof of the house looks like two palms against each other, and the angle is 60 degrees to appear sharp. This design makes it easy for rain and snow to accumulate on the roof.

Japan is a small place and has few supplies, so they work the details and try to do things well and economically. This is evident in their sophisticated diet.

Before coming, Zheng Chengxian had already called Ikei Torun, and when he saw him, he was still stunned.

Black T-shirt and gray pants, a pair of flip-flops. Messy and old-fashioned medium hairstyle, sallow skin, slightly squinted eyes, and the corners of the mouth are a little crooked when you smile.

This kind of shape doesn't look like a best-selling novel writer, but a little like his own previous life.

"Welcome, writer Zheng, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Ikei Tojun stood at the door and bowed very respectfully, which made Jung Sung-hyun a little at a loss.

Hurriedly returned the salute: "Hello Mr. Ikei, it's an honor to know you." ”

"Please come in and sit."

Jun Ikei turned sideways slightly, let go of the paper sliding door behind him, and greeted everyone warmly.

Nodding slightly, Jung Sung-hyun walked in with Kim Tae-hee.

The light in the house is a bit dark, and the furnishings are mostly wooden structures, which are quite old. I could see that the room was simply tidyed, but it still looked messy. Through this house, it is completely possible to imagine the single life of a middle-aged man.

"I'm sorry, the room is a little messy, please don't laugh."

Jun Ikei put down the two cups with an apologetic face.

Noticing that the two cups were one large and one small, Zheng Chengxian couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy with Ikei in his heart.

How much I miss my old self!

"Mr. Ikei, please don't be so polite. You're older than me, and that makes me feel rude. Zheng Chengxian stood up and saluted, planning to block him with words first, otherwise such a conversation would be too tiring.

Ikei Tojun hurriedly returned the salute and said that he didn't dare, and his humble attitude made Zheng Chengxian and the others very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Ikei, you and Chengxian are both cultural people, so don't be so cumbersome in terms of etiquette. Aren't you artists all informal? Seeing what Jung Sung-hyun meant, Kim Tae-hee also helped.

With that, Jun Ikei Toji relaxed slightly.

"I have admired the name of writer Zheng for a long time, but unfortunately I have never had the opportunity to meet." Jun Ikei sat down cross-legged and said sincerely: "I am both ashamed and admired when I see it today, the young genius is worthy of his name." ”

At this time, Zheng Chengxian had already thought of the reason why he was so respectful, and he couldn't help but feel some sympathy in his heart.

At this time, Jun Ikei To, although he also won several awards for writing, was only slightly famous in the cultural circle. It was only two years later that "Naoki Hanzawa" was well received, and his name was truly known to everyone. Now he is just a fighter who is struggling forward.

Thinking about this, Zheng Chengxian is no longer polite. It's not that I look down on Ikei, but for now, it's more practical and helpful to have no real money without anything.

"Mr. Ikei, I won't say much about polite words, but I came here to discuss something with you."

"Tell me."

"That's right, I've been fortunate to read the two books you wrote, "We Are the Bubble Entry Group" and "We Are the Pattern Bubble Group". This awkward name made Zheng Chengxian say it a little hard:

"I like Naoki Hanzawa, the protagonist in it."

Jun Ikei looked very happy, and his sallow face was even more rare to have a hint of ruddyness.

"I'm glad you like my book."

Jung Sung-hyun smiled and said, "I intend to adapt it into a script and cooperate with TV Tokyo. ”

"I wonder what Mr. Ikei thinks?" (To be continued.) )