I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 104 Miso Mackerel

About Chunqin's story, after Ju started writing, he wrote it intermittently.

Nor was he in a hurry to finish the story.

After all, what he and Oshima Kazuya said back then was that he planned to polish this story well.

He was going to write a different story, at least not quite the same as those so-called romance novels.

Perhaps the focus of serious literature will always be behind this story.

They often like to dig out some new and different connotations.

In other words, if there is no so-called connotation, then the writing will be more memorable.

As for how unforgettable.

Or let such a love story have more flavor of cherry blossoms.

Grand but short.

Prosper but wither quickly.

He is passionate about returning everything to nothingness.

Whether it is him himself or the development history of the entire neon literature.

The futility and nihilism that started from the Tale of Genji will always be a solid foundation for the neon literary world.

No matter how you break out of the ground, you will always have the smell of dirt on your body.

It is worth mentioning that Kazuya Oshima has never appeared since he went to see the old woman with them.

Until a few days later, Xiuzi stepped on the last ray of light before the sun went down and came to Boss Ito's tavern.

"Oh, Teacher Matsubayashi, it's been a long time since I came."

Boss Ito shook the white towel hanging on his shoulder.

The last one was forcibly destroyed by Mrs. Ito after it was dyed yellow and black visible to the naked eye because it had been used for too long.

This is a brand new set of towels.

But for Boss Ito, it is still not as comfortable as an old towel.

Because I always feel that this new one is not fully domesticated, and many hairs feel extremely stiff.

Boss Ito took out a small book from his jacket pocket, and wrote the word "Matsubayashi" on the paper for identification.

"Eat something, plan."

Boss Ito suddenly thought of the ingredient structure that his wife had just adjusted today, and he said: "Today's miso soup has changed a few, I think it is still good."

"How about miso mackerel then?"

Xiuzi is as good as others.

"I've been looking for inspiration lately."

"Looking for inspiration? Are you planning to write a book?"

"No, I plan to participate in the literary award."

Xiuzi asked for a cup of oolong tea.

"Because right now, I'm still a blank slate of writers."

"Mr. Matsubayashi is humble. I have read the haiku written by the teacher, and the writing is quite good."

When Boss Ito was handling the mackerel, he did not forget to turn around and give a thumbs up to express his praise.

Although it's hard to believe that this smoky boss reads haiku in his spare time.

But Xiuzi still thanked him seriously.

In the time it took to say a few words, Kou happened to come down from the stairs.

"Would you like to have a try?"

After Hideko said hello, she pointed to Boss Ito who was cooking inside and said.

"Miso mackerel."

"Boss Ito said that the miso soup made with newly changed ingredients may be very good, and it will be thickened and poured on it."

From what Hideko said, Ju seemed to know what Mrs. Ito was doing in the backyard these days.

The scent floated up from the yard, hanging straight on the window like this.

There were several whining and rolling sounds from Gou's stomach.

They kept urging him to go downstairs for dinner.

"I haven't seen you coming over for a while."

Kou pulled away the chair next to Hideko, and at the same time turned towards the bar counter, told Boss Ito who was in the kitchen that he would also like to have a portion, and naturally sat next to Hideko.

"I'm looking for inspiration, for the literary award."

Kooma raised his finger on the teacup, then quietly put it down.

"You seem to have something to say." Xiuzi noticed his little gesture.

"The trendy literary award?"

"Yes, I want to participate." The words Oshima Kazuya said to her emerged in Hideko's mind, and she seemed very excited. After all, Oshima Kazuya used very exciting words: "Justify my literary legitimacy. .”

"This is considered a real debut."

"But you are a poet."

Kou pointed to the "reading corner" next to the wall.

On it was the latest issue of the Dassaiya haiku.

There are two names written on the cover.

One is Xiaoyuan Kazuki.

The other one is Dou Guozi.

Of course, Dou Guozi is Matsubayashi Hideko.

"Literature has no boundaries. Doesn't the teacher in the small courtyard also write other things?"

"So your idol is the teacher from the courtyard?"

Xiuzi smiled slightly.

"It's not so much an idol, it's better to be a person who wants to know."

"learn?"

"Yes." Xiuzi imitated Ju, raised her finger, and then gently put it down: "Don't you think that a person with such beauty in his chest has a fatal attraction in itself?"

"It sounds like you are also being praised."

When Xiuzi heard Ju's words, she laughed hahaha, waved her hands, and quickly said yes or no.

"So, did you find the inspiration?"

Xiuzi thought for a while, and hesitated a bit: "Let's just say that, anyway, I'm not rushing to get the chief."

She pointed to the haiku of Dassaiya: "This award is for the name of the teacher of Xiaoyuan, so I just use this opportunity to complete my literary orthodoxy."

"But I feel that other literary journals are read, and it should not let the teachers of the small courtyard win the award so easily.

So I think, if you just look at it from the perspective of a spectator, you may be able to see a very intense game. "

"A large group of people precisely sniped Kazuki in the courtyard."

Xiuzi tapped her hand a few times in the air.

He said word by word: "The legitimacy of Xiaoyuan Kazuki is thus obliterated."

Boss Ito poked his head out from inside and muttered, "This sounds scary."

"Yes, it's scary."

Ju nodded heavily, although judging from his expression, he was expressionless.

"Isn't Ju going to write something?" Xiuzi asked, tilting her head.

"Write."

"Really."

Hideko looked happy.

After all, she always felt that Kuma and Kazuki Kou were the same kind of people.

The former is from the intuitive impression, while the latter is felt from the text level.

The temperament of the two people can't be said to fit well.

Maybe if Koma writes, maybe he can succeed.

But what kind of pseudonym would he choose?
"So, what are you going to write?"

Matsubayashi Hideko was very interested.

"You should know this is a short story."

"Of course, if there is no inspiration, I can provide one... I still have..."

"No, no, I have an inspiration, and I have something to write."

"what?"

"that."

Following his finger, he saw Boss Ito walking over with a plate.

The smoke curled up, probably because he didn't want to accidentally burn something when he was burning charcoal.

And through the smoke, I saw the protagonist of tonight.

"Miso mackerel."

(End of this chapter)