I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 107 Breathing For Everything
"First of all, we need to clarify the theme of this literary award evaluation."

The friend of the editor-in-chief Kashiwagi said from the chair.

Everyone sitting on one side turned their eyes to the whiteboard in the middle of the conference hall.

Two words written on the whiteboard: Enlightenment.

"Friend" knocked on the table and coughed: "That's right, Enlightenment."

"What we're trying to do is enlightenment."

"This is more difficult than sensational."

"But before that, I think we need to figure out who the object is, the object of enlightenment."

Before everyone could think about it, he continued:
"writer?"

Professor Ueno shook his head.

It should not be.

He knows what's new.

Maybe he understands what Xinchao has always wanted to do.

Their focus is not just on mining writers and dominating the literary world.

has a deeper meaning.

"Stimulate this decadent literary world, I suppose."

said a professor.

"Perhaps it is to let the latecomers take the lead and enlighten more people to participate in the literary world."

"In fact, such things are very meaningful, at least now more and more people are willing to write."

Someone joked: "I have never seen so many works that entered the final evaluation stage in the selection process of any literary award."

But, it is not.

Professor Ueno said softly in his heart.

Make it bigger.

Trendy has much bigger ambitions than that.

He looked at the person sitting on the main seat with blazing eyes.

Nakata Longbo.

The standard bearer of the neon literary world of the previous generation.

Has not been seen for a long time.

But everyone remembers such a writer.

Many times, people often judge a writer's high achievement by the high sales volume of his works.

But far from it.

The greatness of a writer is that he understands people from a human point of view, standing on the human standpoint.

Great writers always describe people as people, and write about people in their entirety.

And this person often possesses the specific characteristics of the current era and also possesses his characteristics.

This is a person, a real person, a person of flesh and blood, but at the same time he is also an era.

This is the ability to shape a permanent artistic vitality.

There are very few people with this ability.

So such a writer often has his name not represent him alone.

More like an era name, he often represents an era.

So such a writer is called a standard-bearer.

When everyone looked at the incomparably deep night sky, only the flag that was raised high was flying in their eyes.

Longbo Nakata represents an era.

"I think it's people who are enlightened."

Nakata Longbo coughed, then stood up, pointing to the word enlightenment.

"The definition of a person includes writers, and it includes everyone."

"The people here are all the people who live and breathe in this society."

The accent falls on the breath.

"So the proposition given by Xinchao this time is terrible, and even I feel a little overwhelmed."

"It's not easy to inspire the whole society."

"There are as many people standing under the night sky looking up at the stars as there are stars in the sky. How can we ensure that everyone can see the brightest star?"

Mr. Nakata's voice was not loud, but it was indeed deafening to everyone's ears.

They have thought about this angle, but no one dared to say,

After all, trying to make literature all-encompassing, just sounds a little scary.

Some people can't climb that angle in their whole life.

Such a person may not even be called a standard-bearer.

what is that?
It does not refer to an era anymore, it can be said to represent the entire history, right?
How is this different from inventing text?

"But Trendy did it."

Everyone was stunned.

Professor Ueno and Professor Azumi looked at each other.

They all saw the blazing heat in the other party's line of sight.

It sounds like it is.

They all stand at the intersection of an era.

All people, all people in this era are leaning against the huge gears.

The exhaustion accumulated in the past made them drowsy.

His clothes were engulfed by huge gears, and he couldn't stop watching the slow movement.

Can't escape being strangled.

But at this time, a loud horn was sounded.

Then all the drowsy people woke up with a start.

Then they saw this huge cog behind it.

How to do?
How to do?
Resist?
But in front of the gears of the times, all efforts seem to be insignificant.

but……

We are all awake.

So why don't you try it?
Try it!
then.

The horn is getting louder and louder.

More and more people were called out.

They chanted chant, chanted high-pitched and aggressive songs, and moved in the opposite direction towards the giant wheel with extremely rammed footsteps.

hey ha!

hey ha!

……

"So, let's start judging now."

Mr. Nakata coughed again, pulling some people's thoughts back to reality.

Everyone opened the materials that had been placed in front of them for a long time.

"night"

"White Tower"

"Stranger Road"

"Decadence"

……

There was the sound of pages turning from time to time in the meeting room.

After Mr. Nakata established the central idea, everyone has this red line in their minds.

That is, their starting point is not the beauty of literature.

Instead, it pays more attention to the so-called inspiration.

So when is enlightenment.

What is the star that can illuminate everyone?
But I have to say that the quality of this batch of works is very high.

Even saw a lot of familiar figures.

The top writers of major journals have participated in the competition for this literary award.

A hundred flowers bloom.

It is no exaggeration to say that this award was very successful.

However, in this barren society, or under the barren starry sky, who are the people who are looking up?

It should not be those rich people.

Not the politicians either.

Ordinary people.

Ordinary people may have little time to look up.

The ones who look up more should be those in ragged clothes and with holes in their houses.

poor.

When they sleep at night, they will unconsciously see the starlight in the hole.

Their dreams should be longing for every day in the future.

They sink, they struggle.

Yes.

For everything that is looking up.

Breathing for everything.

Finally, an article appeared in everyone's sight.

The name is simple.

"tangerine"

But there was the poor, the ragged girl, far away from home for a few oranges.

The child who resolutely took the lead after his sister left.

The laborer who stands at the station, sells physical labor, and wears a red hat.

Maybe……

This is what Mr. Nakata said.

Breathing for everything.

They ah.

They are all breathing.

(End of this chapter)