I'm a Light Novel Master in Japan

She pointed to the water droplets in front of her and said, "For example, like these scenes, everyone will think that the rain scene is beautiful, but in my eyes, this rain scene is really beautiful, but in my heart , is a kind of sad beauty, but also a kind of natural bleak beauty, many emotions are rich in this scene, we need to use a brush to integrate this mood into the painting, in what way to express it... …This is the problem of level determination. When you write a novel, it is not just a different expression of a story, the expression of words, the setting of the theme of the story, the purpose of writing, etc., will all be due to the constant change of your consciousness. In the end, it is progress. It’s unclear whether it’s a step back or not, but if one day suddenly you’re not satisfied with the works you wrote, and you want to write works that better represent your heart, but there are great risks and obstacles, this is what I mentioned. bottleneck.”

"..."

Li Yan listened quietly, and what Sawamura Sayuri said was true.

"Therefore, creators should not be lost, nor should they lose the motivation to progress. If you lose the purpose of creation and still have enthusiasm, then no matter how high your creative talent is, you can only run out of fuel and be cautious. Remember, don't let you forget the feeling of your creation." Sawamura Sayuri looked directly into Li Yan's eyes and reminded.

"...I understand, Miss Sawamura." Li Yan sensed the top priority of these words from Sawamura's eyes, and after a moment of silence, agreed to say.

"Then, how should I break through such a predicament... I still haven't tried to pass." Li Yan sighed and said, looking at the umbrella that was dripping with water droplets in his hand.

"Well, everyone has their own predicaments and cannot be generalized... When I was a child, I was born in a very strict family, originally from a traditional Japanese family, but I was deeply attracted by Japanese manga, At that time, I was still sighing with emotion in my heart [As expected of Japan], I gave up the training of ink painting, and almost secretly taught myself animation painting against the pressure of my family members, and even planned to win the Tezuka Award, but because I occasionally watched After the interaction between the male classmates, by accident, they took a different path..."

Sawamura Sayuri said with a smile as he recalled, but when he talked about another path, he immediately reacted and coughed a few times to cover up what he said wrongly, but Li Yan's mind flashed that Sayuri was in him. The scene of the child BL painted in front of him made him stare at this rotten girl with a speechless expression.

"I have encountered a lot of setbacks and failures in my drawing skills. The most difficult bottleneck for me is... At one point, I found that anime is no longer realistic, and it no longer looks so interesting... Suddenly In between, I couldn’t hold a paintbrush. It was very painful at the time. I obviously didn’t want to give up, but I was so tired inside. As a result, it was only after I rediscovered the moving things that existed in reality that I regained my sense of righteousness. The passion for illustrations and comics, you can use it as a reference.”

When Sawamura Sayuri was talking, she closed her eyes and immersed herself in her own experience. Then she opened her eyes and said finally with a smile.

The dripping rain made Li Yan constantly think about Sayuri Sawamura's words. It was indeed the case. After experiencing too many things, his fantasies and the status quo were slowly affecting his heart. .

Moreover, from the beginning of writing to now, he can only rely on the editing system to help him grade and write commercial works. In more than a year, he can only get the best grade of A+. After careful thinking, he The really ordinary level, perhaps many of them can only write to the level of B, the editing system is a very helpful system, but when he thinks about it seriously, it is a fig leaf that blinds his eyes, so that he has not been able to improve even half a point... …

The closer he got to the truth, the more Li Yan's heart was churning. This time his discovery made his inner contradictions worse.

Li Yan looked at his hand silently, the five fingers that were aching from writing and typing, the quiet eyes became a little uneasy, and said, "I understand, thank you for reminding me, Miss Sawamura, you have a word for me today. It's very helpful, I probably understand why I'm stuck in a bottleneck, and why... I'm lost."

"That's good."

Sawamura Sayuri said with a faint smile: "However, I can't decide your future, you still have time to think about this, I think if you don't have enough time, it doesn't matter if you write slowly, writing and work are not necessarily true It's your enemy, and sometimes your assistant."

The rain in front of her gradually became smaller, Sawamura Sayuri saw it, knew that the time was almost up, hesitated for a while, and said, "Let's go back, Uesugi-sensei."

"Okay." Li Yan looked at Sawamura Sayuri, he reopened the umbrella and put it over Sayuri.

"By the way... I called you out on Saturday, will it bother you to write the seventh volume?" Sawamura Sayuri remembered something, turned her face to look at him, and asked.

"Nothing, the draft is almost finished. Tomorrow, I will also go to the junior high school festival. I have to give the first draft to the editor before Tuesday, so I still have a lot of time." Li Yan said.

"Eh? The junior...is that the girl who came from England, the school festival of the talented painter Shiina Mashiro?" Sayuri Sawamura was stunned for a moment and asked.

"Yeah, this time, Shiina and another junior student I know will work together to perform a traditional Japanese drama called "Zen! The Smart Witch Goddess Music". I'm really looking forward to their performance." Li Yan said with a smile.

"..."

This time, Sayuri was a little silent. She thought for a while, then raised her head and smiled and said, "I'm very interested in that girl. I'll take a look at the school festival tomorrow."

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At three o'clock in the afternoon, Shinjuku, Tokyo.

The drizzle had been pouring down, and Li Yan, who had returned by Sawamura Sayuri's special car, returned to his apartment. After changing his wet clothes, he sat at the table in the living room and quietly looked at the stacks of piles on the table. The first draft of the printed version has been completed with [-]% progress.

The imminent situation, whoever is, will not "regret" at this time.

I have all the first drafts of A or A+ novels in front of me. If I hand it over to Kagurazaka Iris, I can still earn a large amount of manuscript fees, and I will meet the expectations of readers, and I will see the seventh volume of the novel as scheduled...

However, something seemed to be missing, making him restless.

Just like in this stack of first drafts, the characters in the novel all appeared in front of him to watch him, waiting for his new journey, so arrogant and pretentious, they have already sold more than [-] yuan to the expected price. The plot of the seventh volume of Ben is somewhat dissatisfied, and he has an urge to re-burn it and completely reshape this seventh volume.

In terms of content, it is very adventurous, and it is also a more unique way of writing. It came to my mind and used a more Uesugi style to write the seventh volume that has not yet been published.

From [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], in the drizzle full of drizzle, the dim slanting sun piercing the dark clouds gradually began to shine into the room. Li Yan just leaned against the corner and looked at his stack of first drafts. , his nearly a month of creative efforts were all there, but when he said no, he denied it. I have to say that it was as painful as cutting his flesh.

"..."

"..."

"really……"

Li Yan's eyes finally returned to calm, he stood up, picked up all the first drafts, and then stuffed them all into a cardboard box and put them in the utility room. On the shelves of cardboard boxes sorted by new ideas and other ideas, when leaving, the cardboard box with the words [Waste Manuscripts] written on it was particularly conspicuous.

In the room, Li Yan put on his white overalls and sat in front of the computer again. His eyes were sharp like a gambler who gambled wildly with time and the future. He kept writing new outlines and devoted himself to his whole body and mind. to the beginning of zero.

"...I still have to give it a try and break through the bottleneck." Li Yan silently said the next sentence in his heart.

His original intention is different from that of Sawamura Eri and Sawamura Sayuri. He started to create because he liked Two-dimensional culture when he was pure. The original intention of writing a novel is simply not wanting to lose.

He didn't want to lose the life he had originally, and he didn't want to lose to himself. In front of him were not only the characters in the story, but also the readers who liked his works. He understood why he couldn't write anymore, because For more than a year, he has been in real contact with readers who deeply love his works, such as Gabriel, Mr. Kitty, Yukino Yukinoshita, Aoyama Nanami, Shiina Mashiro, Enma Ai, and a group of monster readers... …The expressions on their faces when they were reading kept flashing back in his consciousness. He wanted to write a novel that he had tried 100%. Now that he had noticed that there was a better story structure, he should not stop.

It seems that he has really changed from Li Yan, who lived for life, to the old thief "Uesugi Yan" that everyone knows...

The keyboard has been rattling, and the characters on the keyboard have been polished for more than a year. The time in the window has gradually become dark from the afternoon dusk...

……

In the middle of the night, in Room 405, the sound of video games continued to resound throughout the room.

In the dim light, there was a bowl of instant noodles with a little soup on the table. Gabriel, who was sitting in front of the TV and playing games, suddenly noticed something. She looked at the clock, it was ten o'clock at night. Thirty minutes.

"That guy... what is he doing, he's never been so untimely." Gabriel looked at the ceiling listlessly and said.

Because they are neighbors, some sounds can still be heard clearly, such as the sound of opening the door, and others... the sound of cooking. However, after returning home in the afternoon, Li Yan still did not cook. One of the writers in the group rarely goes out to eat, and doesn't like instant noodles. In other words, Li Yan hasn't started cooking dinner yet.

Gabriel pressed the handle, pressed it, and then pressed the pause button, then stood up, with an expression of nothing to do, and searched her pockets to go out.

Under the late night sky, Gabriel stood at the door of Room 505, stretched out a hand, and rang the doorbell.