I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 109 Announcing Existence Amid the Crowd

"At that time, those oranges were thrown high."

Takehiro Kosaka pointed to the train on that track.

Then his fingers drew an arc.

Just like the trajectory of the sun going down.

"This color is rare, especially in this station."

The man holding "Orange" raised his head and looked around. The environment inside the station was indeed dark and boundless.

This orange seemed to have magical powers, and the invisible orange appeared in front of his eyes.

This color looks more like a warm feeling.

He looked excited.

"So I found an orange?"

"Find an orange?"

Takehiro Kosaka shook his head: "No, the orange girl has gone to the countryside. It seems a bit difficult to find her."

"So she hasn't come back?"

After Kosaka Takehiro thought about it carefully, he couldn't give a very definite answer.

After all, there are so many people coming and going at the station every day, it is impossible for him to remember so many people.

The man who got this answer looked a little frustrated.

After he frowned a little, he was a little lost in thought on the "Orange" in his hand.

But this time, Takehiro Kosaka felt that the thing he held in his hand seemed to have something to say.

"what is this?"

he asked, pointing to the article.

"This is the article that won the first prize in the latest literature award, and it tells the story of the orange girl."

"Then the story also mentioned..."

As he was talking, he saw the very conspicuous hat on Takehiro Kosaka's head.

Then he said in disbelief, "I also talked about the red hat."

"So... you're the one inside?"

His eyes sparkled again.

These remarks made Takehiro Kosaka even more curious about what was written in this article.

But before he could speak, a large number of people bustled in outside the station.

Each of them had that impatient look on their faces.

After seeing Takehiro Kosaka, their pace accelerated even more.

Quickly rushed to Takehiro Kosaka: "Excuse me, is the red hat here you?"

No, no.

They also saw other red hats inside the station.

So a very turbulent flow of people was divided into several tributaries, and they just rushed towards the red hats.

This scene is unprecedented.

At first they thought it was business, and it seemed that they could do a few good deals.

So these red hats bent down after thinking about it, and greeted the people who were running towards them very stiffly with some flattery.

But this group did not give them the arrogance they imagined.

Instead, it gave them respect that they could never have imagined.

Such a kind of respect, in the eyes of their class, cannot be extravagant.

But now it is very realistic in front of them.

"We want to know what happened at the time."

Many people are asking about orange girls.

But there will also be people who start to understand their affairs.

Why are you wearing a red hat.

And why do these jobs here.

Although these questions always sound a bit like why don't you eat meat, but this kind of concern is actually implemented.

It was as if they had officially appeared in the eyes of society for the first time.

Although they often laugh at themselves as the bottom of society.

But often, their existence is ignored.

Takehiro Kosaka thanked him, and asked for a glance at the article.

as predicted.

Below the name, the name looked very familiar.

A tree in the courtyard.

It seemed to be him, and only him.

This is a kind of warmth that rises from the bottom of my heart.

At this time, he didn't know why, but the image of Mitsuo Kaneda appeared in front of his eyes.

When talking about what it feels like to be written into an article by a writer.

Mikio Kaneda didn't talk about pride, or talked about immortality from the perspective of other people.

He has only one idea.

Then "" means that I lived a real life again.

Yes, live once.

I can really feel the feeling of breathing.

presence.

The presence of breath.

"So, sir, may I ask what it feels like to be included in the article by the teacher of the small courtyard?"

They all asked the question.

These red hats all bowed their heads and thought for a while.

What does it feel like?
They looked up at the dark roofs of the station.

There is also the sound of people rushing.

Originally everything was gray.

These red hats are like duckweed drifting in the crowd.

In constant ups and downs.

Every moment of life is spent in suffocation and about to be suffocated.

They never think about the complex and metaphysical issue of why they live,

It is easier to think about when to die than to think about why you are alive.

Maybe, it's that time.

Those few oranges added a little color to the gloom.

Maybe, this is the time.

They looked at the faces whose eyes fell on them.

They will pay attention to their emotions, and their daily survival.

At this time, those few red floats turned into islands and reefs standing in the sea.

They may have been washed in the middle of the sea.

But since then, these islands and reefs have their own name: Red Cap.

And such a word will also become a symbol, a representative.

So, in order to have a good moral, don't they have to answer this question well?

"What does it feel like?"

They repeated the question.

There was no discussion, no rehearsal.

If you look closely, you can see their slightly trembling hands.

And a body shaking with excitement.

Everyone's voice trembled violently.

The voice is suppressed very low.

But every syllable is pronounced with a perfect accent.

"Just to be alive, to really be alive. To exist."

Someone will ask what their job is.

They generally talk about physical labor.

But from now on, they will say, they are the red hats.

"Exist?"

After hearing this reply, everyone was shocked.

Are they defined to exist?
Perhaps such an impact is not great in the literary world.

But in this class, it is tantamount to a tsunami.

These red hats went looking for this article called "Orange".

Then he held it up high and said to people he knew around him, "Look, look, I am the red hat inside."

So what is a red hat?

The red hats should be those vulnerable groups, a group of neglected existence.

Thanks for literature.

Let their existence, even if they are ignored, become an indelible mark in the history of literature.

They ah.

No.

It should be Kazuki Xiaoyuan, using words.

Amidst the uproar, their existence was announced.

(End of this chapter)