I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 101
After the last note falls from the strings.

Cherry Blossom Rain also stopped tacitly.

Looking up, most of the cherry blossoms that originally bloomed were lying on the ground.

No one thought it would be such a performance.

At the end of the last song, it seemed that the applause and cheers were not very appropriate.

But Boss Ito doesn't care about this.

He, the seal applauds.

He kept muttering that his wife was amazing, how lucky he was to be favored by his wife.

Although in the end Mrs. Ito was kicked out of the backyard for the reason of being a big spoiler.

But it was obvious that the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

"He, that's it, he doesn't understand style."

Although it is complaining, but what I hear is more pampering.

"There are many in the sound of the piano."

And also decidedly unsealable applause.

He could perceive something in the sound of the piano.

As for the horse, he didn't speak at the side.

In his opinion, just now is tantamount to burying flowers.

The sky is full of cherry blossoms.

And Mantian's mourning for that... "blind man".

"I heard before that Madam learns from..."

He also appropriately stopped the conversation.

Because it is impossible to say that title in front of Mrs. Ito.

"Yes, under the tutelage of Oni-sensei, Oni Sasuke."

So is that the name of the blind man?

Sasuke.

Oshima Kazuya did not expect that the answer would come out so smoothly.

This made him stunned.

I don't know how to speak next.

Mrs. Ito suddenly smiled.

"Do you want to know about Teacher Wen Jing? I know everyone calls him the blind man, the blind man who pierced his own eyes."

Both Kazuya and Koma remained silent.

Because they don't know what to say.

I can't always go along with it.

Mrs. Ito suddenly stood up and said that this is not a place suitable for chatting, it is better to sit and chat inside.

For Kazuya and Kazuya, who have always wanted to know the whole picture of this matter, they are naturally happy.

Under a pot of hot tea, the story about the blind man slowly began.

……

So that's how it turned out?
Koma could see the shock and incomprehension in Oshima Kazuya's eyes.

"So do you think they are in love?"

When He Ye walked out of the tavern, he always felt a little aggrieved inside.

A man blinded his eyes in order not to see the disfigured face of the girl he liked.

And the girl he likes doesn't seem to like him that much.

I have always resisted before, and I am even unwilling to admit who the father of the child is.

To blind his eyes for such a person, Kazuya always felt that it was not so cost-effective.

"But she fell in love with him in the end, didn't she?"

Koma dug out the broken petals of the cherry blossoms from his pocket.

That's what he put in in front of Kazuya.

When putting it in, I also signaled that I didn't climb the tree.

He still knows the importance of some life.

"But...is that called love? Shouldn't it be make do?"

It can be seen that Kazuya is a bit mentally clean.

But Kou was thinking of something else.

"So if we tell Mrs. Ito that address at this time, do you think we will know more?"

"She doesn't seem to know that such a person exists."

"Mourning the past?"

And also pondered for a moment.

But then he realized one thing: "So, is Mr. Bei Dao going to start with this story this time?"

"This story...you see something worth writing about?"

"Maybe."

The foal looked up at the sky.

When Mrs. Ito was playing just now.

He saw very clearly.

Under her eye sockets, there were tears that the cherry blossoms could not hide.

In this spring, when the light is not so strong, the refraction is very clear.

Those petals that occasionally fall on the bun will fall again due to violent mood swings.

Her hands were shaking when she was playing the piano.

The sound of the piano was a little messy.

……

Wait, anyway, Ju can feel how turbulent the feeling of being buried by the tide of flowers is.

But he didn't understand why, it only happened to people who were not so closely related to her, and it would cause such strong emotional fluctuations in her.

Or is she feeling sorry?

Although Kitajima Koma didn't know whether this story should be written or not.

But he has only one thought at the moment.

That's the story, which he probably doesn't quite understand yet.

Mrs. Ito, who knew the existence of the old woman, was very excited.

Her eye sockets were even red and swollen again.

"So, can you take me there?"

When she said this, she looked very humble.

This made Boss Ito feel very distressed.

On the way.

Mrs. Ito's hands were trembling slightly.

Is she excited or scared?
Maybe both.

Kooma looked out the window with his head sideways.

In the end, the scenery outside the window was fixed in front of the Yihujian.

Mrs. Ito just glanced at it, and her voice trembled a little.

"It's here, the lights will be on during the day."

The two of them had a tacit understanding and did not speak.

After knocking on the door, it was still the old woman who opened the door.

She didn't expect it to be her.

It was her that she thought of.

After the two looked at each other.

The old woman couldn't believe it.

"You are... Chiharu?"

Her eyes were cloudy.

So she always felt that she was hallucinating.

Mrs. Ito gently took the old woman into her arms.

There was an uncontrollable tremor in the voice more or less.

"Why did you come to Tokyo, don't say a word."

"It's Qianchun, it turns out that Qianchun is here."

The old woman has been repeating this sentence silently.

Maybe most people do.

After the emotional peak, like to chatter.

Because they don't know what to say next.

Koma and Oshima were also silent.

In fact, as an outsider, some feelings are very inexplicable.

Crying for no reason.

Just like the one in front of you.

Of course, that doesn't mean they're indifferent.

More is impossible to perceive.

when entering the room.

Kou took the opportunity to ask Mrs. Ito a question.

"Ma'am, why did you just take a look." He was a little curious: "You can confirm that this is..."

Mrs. Ito pointed to the daylight with the lights on.

"Because the lights are on during the day."

"But it's not..."

"Because lights bring a sense of security."

"sense of security……"

Kazuya came up and listened very carefully.

Yes.

sense of security.

Madam Ito nodded.

Memories rippled in circles in my mind, and then appeared in front of my eyes like a marquee.

It was a young man.

Bend your body as much as possible.

Then he helped the girl beside him who was a head shorter than him.

Girls are beautiful.

But her eyes were empty.

"The lights are on, the lights are on."

Men chatter...

(End of this chapter)