Early the next morning, after breakfast, Takeshita did not return to his "snail shell" in a hurry to create. After being touched by her last night, I really didn't expect that his beautiful landlady was not just a mercenary person who was bent on urging him to either leave or pay the money quickly.

Thinking of the kind-hearted Takeshita grass mustard of the landlord, who has lived here for so long, it is the first time that he has taken the initiative to send Beichuan mother and daughter out of the courtyard door. I and them are no longer just a simple rental relationship between the landlord and the tenant, but a budding state of spiritual care that only each other's relatives can have.

Holding his daughter's little hand with his right hand, Kako Kitagawa was facing him three steps away, with a kind smile on his face, and a fist in his left hand encouraged him: "Takeshita-kun, come on." ”

Standing next to her mother's side, wearing a flower hat, Miyuki Kitagawa, even if she is dressed as ordinary, she can't hide her little princess's temperament and atmosphere. With her little head held high, she looked at Takeshita Grass Mustard with a pair of big eyes, and she also learned her mother's movements and sweet smile, and said in a milky voice: "Come on, come on, come on." ”

"Hmm" came out of his voice, and nodded his head vigorously, feeling the tremendous spiritual power given to him by their mother and daughter. At this time, the smile on his face was as soft as the light of the rising sun in the morning, and he responded to the two of them, and made the same action as them: "I'll do my best." ”

After seeing off Kitagawa's mother and daughter, Takeshita Kusaoji turned around one hundred and eighty degrees, and walked straight back to the main entrance of the old two-story building in front of him. He opened the door, closed it with his backhand, walked to the entrance, took off his shoes and was able to slowly step into the room, and walked towards the corridor.

Every time I walked up the wooden steps, there was a "crunch" sound. Turning a corner to the left, he took a few steps and pushed the door into the kennel that belonged to him. The place where I live is also in Tokyo, but it is on the edge of a relatively remote area.

From here to enter the main city, not only do you have to transfer to the subway and bus several times, but it also takes nearly two hours to go to the city one way. At the beginning, one of the most important reasons why I rented here was not because of the quietness I needed to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city, but because the rent here was much cheaper than in many places. However, at the moment, it is difficult to maintain even the most basic survival, after all, the former owner of this body has already owed Kitagawa Kako three months of room and board.

I feel that I can't carry it on my shoulders, I can't lift it in my hands, and my physical condition is not very good, and the reason why I will default to this account that I don't owe is that I can't explain that I am reborn. In order to avoid being regarded as mentally ill by others, or mistaken by everyone for him, he had to suffer this dumb loss.

Sitting cross-legged at the low square table, Takeshita Kusaoji opened his laptop, ready to start his career as a copyist. After all, the first priority in front of him is neither the fame of a stinky fart, nor the sales of a novel that has sold more than a million copies, so that it has a large fan base, and then what film and television adaptation rights are bought out by a major entertainment company...... It's a real personal belly problem. What's more, I still owe others three months of room and board fees, which is related to personal dignity and credit.

I clicked on the Takeshita grass mustard of the word shortcut icon on the desktop with the mouse button, crossed my hands on my chest, and stared at the screen with my head drooped, thinking that if I wrote a novel directly on this, then forget it. On the one hand, it took a long time to write it out silently, and on the other hand, he was afraid of embarrassment and difficulties, and he couldn't wait, so he really needed money very urgently. What's more, in the Japanese literary world, I am simply a little-known, almost without any achievements, and a small person who is often rejected by various publishing houses, large and small.

In his previous life, as a lover of novels, Takeshita Kusaoji is more or less clear that according to the path of a normal writer to fame in the literary world, he should first write some decent and handsome short works, so as to establish the existence of his own person. The reason why I choose to use short works to explore the way, even if I fail because of this, will not waste years of hard work, after all, short works with few words do not need to spend a lot of time to structure, but often because of an inspiration in the head, I can write calmly.

Once you have shown a certain success in the published short works and established a good foundation in the literary world, you will then write a novella of tens of thousands of words. Only by going all the way up in this way will he begin to engage in the creation of long-form works of hundreds of thousands of words or even more than a million words under the condition that he is not hungry and his survival is guaranteed to a certain extent. There are often very few works in a single book, and there are very few short works that are collected in one book, and even fewer of them sell well. A full-length work is the mainstream of the literary world, and it is the case in bestsellers, and it represents the greatest embodiment of a writer's writing skills.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who had made up his mind to start with a short story, was further considered, but whose work should be the first object of his choice? After thinking about it, after a lot of trade-offs, first of all, he would no longer be rejected by the editor, then he wanted to get more remuneration from it, and finally the so-called accumulation of fame, and the ultimate goal was to facilitate the acquisition of more remuneration and income. I put my debut show on the body of Ryunosuke Akutagawa, a short story writer of the Taisho era in Japan.

If you want to choose the first one from the other party's more than 150 short story works, the reason why you choose Akutagawa Ryunosuke is that you can eat his works for a long time just by eating his works. Even if he is a copyist and writes one of his short stories silently a day, he has nearly half a year to do.

Takeshita Kusa is very aware that publishing a work in various Japanese journals is much higher than the remuneration received from a Chinese journal of the same level, and similar to the Republic of China era, once the submitted manuscript was accepted by newspapers and other newspapers, the author was often paid a lot of money.

This is not mainly due to the country's economy, but rather to the fact that Japan attaches more importance to the intellectual property rights of individuals and protects the creations of authors than China. Of course, the higher the remuneration given to the author, the higher the rigor of the editor's review. It is normal to conduct the first trial, second review, and third review of the submitted work, and it is not uncommon to have a fourth or fifth review.