I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 100
When they walked out of the small house, the two looked at each other.

We both saw the confusion on their faces.

It seems that coming here to drink tea and chat is not their original intention.

But it's like a derailed train, no matter what you do, you can't get back on the right track.

"She must not be happy to tell us."

This is Oshima Kazuya's judgment.

He saw the shamisen hanging on the wall.

There are not many flowers and plants in the yard.

Of course, this is just his inference.

After all, he is neither a detective nor a reasoning maniac who writes mystery novels.

It may also be that when I was dressing up the luthier, I trimmed flowers and plants.

Realizing that Koma hadn't said much, Kazuya turned his head and found him staring at the portal in a daze.

"What's the matter, Teacher Bei Dao?"

Kuo stretched out his finger and looked in the direction of his finger. There was nothing on the small board on the door.

"It's weird."

Yes.

When Kokuma said this, Kazuya realized the problem.

Logically speaking, the owner's family name should be written on this small board.

"There is nothing on the form, which will make people mistakenly think that no one lives here."

Having said that, Kazuya paused for a moment.

He recalled what others told him back then.

All you need to do is to find a house with no name written on the form, and the one with the lights on inside.

"Then what if it's daytime?"

"The lights will be on during the day too."

……

"Oshima-sensei, did you ask about that person's name?"

Oshima Kazuya also thought about it, but he didn't seem to have mentioned this matter.

Everyone used the term "blind man" to call him.

Perhaps it was because his act of stabbing himself blind was too appalling.

Let everyone focus on the fact that he blinded his eyes.

It doesn't matter who he is.

"This blind man's piano skills are very good, so why do people forget his name?"

Oshima Kazuya knew Koma's doubts.

Logically speaking, such a person must be famous.

But until now, all the descriptions have been concentrated on a "blind man".

The two looked at the letter without any words at the door for a long time, and finally it was getting late, so they decided to go back home.

When he returned to the tavern, Boss Ito had a sad expression on his face.

This is completely different from the old laughing him.

After asking, I found out that it was because of Mrs. Ito's affairs.

"Did you quarrel?"

"No, no, no." Boss Ito waved his hands quickly.

He said that during this period of time, he didn't know why, she, even Mrs. Ito, would stay in the backyard.

When he went to see her, his face was full of sadness.

"Maybe it's hurting the spring."

Boss Ito shook his head, although he didn't understand what Shangchun meant.

She does this every year.

But this year it seems to be more serious.

"So, what about madam?"

Kazuya looked behind Boss Ito.

Boss Ito pointed to the backyard.

Spring nights always have a refreshing feeling.

It's different from autumn.

The fall kind is more of a long distance.

It will stretch the framework of this coolness greatly, making people feel like falling from a very high sky, and then say a word of autumn.

The spring frame pulls very little.

More is a soft and waxy woman in a kimono, holding a cattail fan, gently shaking the breeze.

The two of them hadn't fully entered the yard, and when they crossed the threshold, they saw Mrs. Ito leaning on the withered wintersweet tree in a daze.

Realizing that Kazuya and Kou had walked in, she quickly stood up, showing the usual comfortable smile.

Only this time the smile didn't have adhesive added, and it fell off the face very quickly.

Then there was that kind of bitter sadness.

"Madam, is there anything unhappy about it?"

Kazuya Oshima and Mrs. Ito are also acquainted.

Seeing her shaking her head, He rushed to speak out: "Shaking his head with a bitter face makes people not so convincing."

"I met Mr. Ito just now, and he said that maybe Madam is feeling sad for spring.

Maybe there will be some excellent works, so let me come over, maybe you can get a very good manuscript. "

Mrs. Ito was amused by Kazuya's words.

She waved her hand lightly, with some reproach: "How can I write those things, don't listen to my husband, I can only play the piano."

He also knows how to climb up the pole.

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I heard my wife play the piano."

Seeing this, Kua moved slightly to the side by half.

Because he happened to be blocking the door.

Hearing what Kazuya said, Mrs. Ito raised her head and glanced at the wintersweet tree.

In fact, many times, those emotions turn into a tsunami in the chest, when there is nowhere to vent.

Literati will pick up a pen and condense it into words one by one.

Alcoholics will melt these sorrows with alcohol.

And what about her?
Maybe put the worry into each note, falling in the night sky.

Mrs. Ito bowed slightly towards Kazuya and Koma, and after a short while, she came back holding the shamisen.

And Boss Ito.

Boss Ito leaned against the door frame, keeping his eyes on Mrs. Ito.

It has always been like this.

Mrs. Ito has a very good temperament.

Especially after she picked up the piano.

She is under the wintersweet tree.

Outside the yard, there are several cherry trees in bloom.

So is she playing the piano to the cherry blossoms?
He also gently pulled the horse.

"This feeling is more derived from inheritance."

Mr. Oshima was talking about the charm of the sound of the piano.

More of a feeling of melancholy.

Swells in spring and then ferments.

After the first note sounded.

Everything in the courtyard was singing along.

The grass is swaying.

Those sawdust are chasing each other.

And those cherry blossoms.

They jump off the branches.

Rusty.

Sliding arcs in the air.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, flying in the air.

They don't know how to dance.

Can only rely on instinct.

After falling several times, at the place where the sound of the piano was interrupted, it landed on the ground.

In the shadow of cherry blossoms and grass, the figure of Mrs. Ito playing the piano is sometimes blurred and sometimes clear.

Suddenly.

After a hiatus.

Mrs. Ito's lips parted slightly.

Then a shallow singing floated out.

"Flowers go away.

The Tao has no intention of parting.

The desired appearance.

No need to see, so blind.

Playing the piano indiscriminately.

Short life.

......"

a time.

The cherry blossoms that were originally on the branches fell in large numbers.

The three looked up.

Mrs. Ito, who sang softly, and those she sang, were wrapped and buried by the cherry blossom rain all over the sky.

Then the horse remembered what he had said before.

he said softly.

"Prosperous, grand, and then fleeting..."

(End of this chapter)