I Am a Light Novel Master in Japan Chapter 393

Kagurazaka Iris's voice was full of energy, but when he heard the noisy background sound, it seemed to be from the editorial department, which reminded Li Yanbao to hold on to the time.

Li Yan was secretly surprised that Kagurazaka Iris had superhuman energy without sleeping. He then thought for a while and said: "I have always written well. For now, I am still confident that I can finish this volume."

[Yes, yes, I feel relieved...]

While Kagurazaka was still talking, she suddenly heard the hazy sound of roosters crowing from the phone. She was startled and asked: "It's strange, I seem to hear roosters crowing. Teacher Uesugi, what are you doing?" where? 】

"..."

Li Yan was slightly startled. He was actually heard on the phone. This caught him off guard. However, fresh morning breeze blew on him. Li Yan looked over and saw the green leaves beside the window. , at this moment, crystal clear dewdrops are sliding down the leaves. The blue sky, rice fields, and slowly driving white trucks are driving leisurely on the clean highway, which is like an oil painting.

For a moment, Li Yan was stunned.

"I am in a countryside with beautiful scenery." Li Yan held his mobile phone, stood by the window, and reported to Kagurazaka Iris happily and calmly. The morning breeze blew his bangs, and his eyes seemed to have already Totally awake.

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After eight o'clock, after having a casual breakfast, I went to look at Kangna's room next door. As a result, Kangna was sleeping very deeply at the moment. Children would sleep longer than adults, especially when it was so beautiful. During the summer vacation, Li Yan did not wake her up. He just put the breakfast on the first floor and waited for her to wake up before eating breakfast.

However, Li Yan wrote a manuscript in front of the computer for about an hour. After writing more than a thousand words intermittently, he looked at the time displayed on the computer and suddenly remembered that he was not in Tokyo and had to go shopping earlier for the day. Only the food will do.

He hurriedly took his wallet and mobile phone and left the room. He had already gone down the stairs, but he hurried back and locked his room before setting off again.

I have to say that yesterday, when those brats broke in and read out the first draft of the article and the comments after reading it, it was almost like a public execution.

His Toyota Supra was parked quietly in the parking lot of the yard. For some reason, a few lazy kittens were sleeping in the car. It seemed that there were more cats than people in the countryside.

Of course, I can't drive to buy vegetables now. I just follow the road I took yesterday and start shopping at the automatic vegetable shop and small meat supermarket in the village.

Walking among the beautiful mountains and forests, Li Yan had to admit that his writing condition seemed much better.

When writing novels, the most taboo thing is to have your train of thought interrupted. Inspiration often disappears in a flash, like a shooting star. If you can't catch it, it's a huge loss. With the quality of the air and water here, Li Yan feels very clear-headed. I only slept for about four hours, but I haven't been so energetic for a long time.

As a result, after buying a portion of tofu, beef, fish and other ingredients, he stopped by an unmanned vegetable store to pick out the vegetables he had just picked. He decided to make an authentic country soup like tofu stewed with tomatoes.

The automatic vegetable shop in this village is actually a wooden house like a newsstand shop, with many locally picked vegetables and fruits on display. If people need it, they can directly drop in a five hundred yuan coin and take it away. Wrapped vegetables or fruits will do.

"Ala……"

Just when Li Yan paid for it and picked up a bag of tomatoes, a female voice came from behind with doubts.

"?" Li Yan turned around and looked, and saw a strange middle-aged woman.

Although she can tell that she is middle-aged, she still seems to be a relatively young woman. In terms of her dress and hairstyle, she already has the temperament of a mother who has been a mother for many years.

"Hello." Li Yan bowed slightly and said hello with a smile.

"Hello, I'm sorry, this is the first time I've met you... Hmm? You seem to be the one the children were talking about who just moved into the rented house in Primary 1 yesterday [the novelist who eats snails], right?"

"...Wait a minute, what is a novelist who eats snails?" When Li Yan heard it, he always felt that this nickname was a bit inexplicably vulgar, and he narrowed his eyes and thought silently.

Children in primary school and junior high school are very fond of giving nicknames to others. Li Yan did not expect to receive such a lame nickname again in his lifetime.

The middle-aged woman smiled and said: "Ah, sorry, I accidentally let it slip. This is the first time we meet. My name is Yukiko Koshigaya. I am the mother of Komari Koshitani and Natsumi Koshitani last night. You are welcome to come here for vacation."

"Hello, my Japanese name is Uesugi Yan, and I am an international student. Regarding... about novelists, they are just talking nonsense. They are just writing for fun. Please give me some advice."

When Li Yan introduced himself, he quickly put an end to the rumors that were just emerging.

The woman named Koshigaya Yukiko smiled and asked: "Are you here to buy groceries now? By the way... As for what my child said, you really ate the stone snail... Is such a thing really edible? , doesn’t it smell very fishy?”

Li Yan always felt like he was carrying something on his back. He always felt that he had become a weirdo in the village. Housewives liked to study dishes and other gossip topics. He didn't know if he would get deeper into trouble if he spoke out...

In the end, Li Yan maintained a slightly bitter but polite smile, and explained: "...it is indeed eaten. Using perilla leaves, chili, sesame oil and other spices can remove the fishy smell well... like this."

"So, are you really eating?" Yukiko Koshigaya looked at him in surprise and asked.

"..."

Li Yan realized that something was wrong. He then realized that the topic was not about how to cook, but about whether he was actually eating. He suddenly felt that it would be better to deny it directly.

Koshigaya Yukiko walked to the front of the store, "Well, well... I'm actually quite interested, but next time it would be better to eat some vegetables we grew, meat and eggs raised at home, like stone snails It’s better to eat less food.”

"Okay..." Li Yan always felt that this tone was a bit like his mother's.

"There are not many people in this village. I remember this is the first time for a foreigner to come here. However, your Japanese language and dress make it almost impossible to tell that you are a foreigner. Originally, my family's Xiao Zhuo was the only young man in the village. , now that you and the child are in the house, it seems to be a lot more lively."

Yukiko Koshigaya quickly picked out a bag of vegetables and said to Li Yan with a smile.

Being treated like this, Li Yan's feeling of unfamiliarity and nervousness towards this place eased a little. I have to say that this village seems to be as warm and simple as the comments said.

"Thank you." Li Yan nodded and said with a smile.

Immediately, when Li Yan was about to say goodbye, he suddenly passed by a truck carrying goods. A farmer inside saw Li Yan and suddenly burst out laughing and asked: "Oh, who is [the novelist who eats snails]?" Isn’t it this little brother?”

"Um?!"

Li Yan was stunned for a moment. After Yukiko Koshitani exchanged pleasantries with the passing neighbors, and after the truck drove away, Li Yan asked alertly and quietly: "Um... Aunt Koshitani, I'm sorry, I want to ask. , [Novelist who eats snails]...Has this nickname spread throughout the village?"

Koshigaya Yukiko looked at Li Yan and said, "Yes, after all, having an outsider come is a big news. Everyone will know about such a thing soon."

"...!"

Li Yan widened his eyes and looked at the road with houses in front of him, feeling a little chilly in his heart. On his way back, he didn't know how many times he would hear this lame and weird nickname...

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Soon, Li Yan chose another more remote road to go back. Although the journey would be much longer, he still felt that it would be better to wait until these strange limelights passed before communicating with the people in the village.

People who write hate hearing the names they hear the most in their lives, which are the words "great writer", "literary person", and "snail eater".

"Those brats really have too much energy. We must not let Kangna bring them back next time..."

Li Yan thought with a headache.

Li Yan was walking on another winding road, thinking about the writing and plot of the novel as he walked. At this moment in August, the mountains and forests were ablaze with purples and reds. Li Yan, who had stayed in the steel city for too long, seemed to have forgotten Such scenery and people.

But as he walked, Li Yan noticed something was wrong. After walking for about half an hour, he, who always knew the way well, unexpectedly walked into a strange place. He had never imagined that he could bypass the residential area and return. When I got to my own house, I seemed to be circling further and further away.

"..." Li Yan carried the purchased food and looked around, but there was no bus to take him back. Now that I have to go back the same way, it seems to be quite tiring.

The roads in the countryside are completely different from the well-planned Tokyo. As long as you look in the right direction, you can return to your residence. However, Li Yan did not realize that he was basically an urbanite.

"...It's really unlucky. If you can't, just go back." Li Yan compromised weakly, turned around and planned to go back.

However, by mistake, Li Yan saw what seemed to be a school on the small slope less than a short distance away on the way back, and on the wall, there was a signboard that read "Asahiqiu Branch".

Li Yan came to Japan to study and saw various schools in Tokyo, aristocratic, public, shabby, and elite, but he had never seen a school in a Japanese village.