I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 110 The impact of the text is so violent

Boss Ito finally understood that there was something extra about Takehiro Kosaka.

firm.

Yes.

In the past, he always had a feeling of emptiness.

But after seeing him this time, there was a touch of determination in his eyes.

It's as if the roots of the shoots outside the door are gradually hardening, announcing the feeling that it has taken root.

Boss Ito originally didn't believe that just one article could change Takehiro Kosaka to this point.

But as those alcoholics also began to develop this so-called firm temperament, he began to have more curiosity and more awe for the article called "Orange".

He remembered the words that the first generation often put in his mouth.

Words weigh a thousand ounces.

The thickness of literature can pierce history.

Boss Ito certainly doesn't understand literature.

Even many of his words are memorized.

But this time, he truly felt the power brought by literature.

This kind of power seems a bit too scary.

"So, what else did he write?"

Boss Ito asked Takehiro Kosaka while wiping the table.

"I don't quite understand, what are you talking about now?"

"I wrote about the people who came and went at the station, I wrote about the people who took the bus, there were rich people, there were poor people, I wrote about that girl, those people who left their homes, and I wrote about us.

Anyway, I wrote everything I could. "

Takehiro Kosaka raised the wine cup high.

Hold it up under the light, under the dazzling light, the wine looks like it is shimmering.

"Who doesn't live by working hard?"

Kosaka Takehiro turned his head slightly to the back.

Boss Ito looked over and saw the alcoholics behind who also raised their wine cups high.

Their expressions looked very solemn.

It's like holding a ceremony.

"Literature, isn't it just a lot of lofty things, isn't it, what are the wind and snow, and what are the beautiful things on good days."

"But what do these things have to do with us?"

"We're just a bunch of people with their heads down looking at how many tickets they've made today.

We get caught up in the hustle and bustle of life.

We all want to work better tomorrow, so we go to bed early.

What should I do if I can't sleep?

drink.

Get drunk and fall asleep. "

"Literature, it's none of my business."

Some alcoholics said heavily.

"That is, we yearn for Snow Country, but just think about it, what ability do we have to pursue Snow Country?"

"What kind of tourism, what about sheltering from the cold, enjoying the snow, where can we see it."

Everyone said.

But in the end they all stopped.

Because, there are but.

Yes.

In the eyes of everyone.

Takehiro Kosaka spit out two words lightly: But.

"However, oranges are not those romances."

After seeing Takehiro Kosaka say it.

The other drinkers also spoke up.

"It's us."

"It's the dog days we live every day."

"It's this fucking life, and the people around me."

"Real, too real."

"But this is different."

"Yes, because we never saw anyone write about us."

"It looks like there's a..."

Someone is stuck. ,

He forgot what words to use to describe the situation.

After being reminded, he came up with a word: "a sense of participation."

Everyone nodded heavily.

"Yes, it's a sense of participation, as if I will be noticed."

Boss Ito has never seen such a situation happen.

Those hands holding the wine cup high up.

It looked like they were carrying torches.

And their eyes are firm.

So what did they just say?
Speaking of literature?

But it's more of a complaint.

Boss Ito felt that maybe they thought so.

That is to say, if they usually complain, no one will pay attention.

But some writers ignored it, but wrote it into the article.

So in their view, some people are willing to abandon the so-called class issues and are willing to listen to them.

That's how it should be.

That is indeed not easy.

Take, for example, these drunkards.

Those who drink drunk every day, who will go to find out why they bought drunk.

You only know how to drink after swearing a few words.

Yes.

"So, for us."

Kosaka Takehiro said softly.

And the drunkards also said softly: "For us."

They remembered the words of Xinchao.

Together they said softly, "For everything that is breathing."

Then, they were not whispering this time.

Instead, he stood up and looked up high.

Their trembling hands caused circles and ripples in the reflected light in the wine cup.

This time, Boss Ito heard the awe in their voices.

It's like worshiping a great man.

They said in unison: "Yes, teacher of the small courtyard."

The mood in the tavern was swept away.

In this way, Boss Ito was also infected.

He poured himself a glass of wine too.

He could imagine something.

Who is not a person in this society?
He is just a tavern owner.

Insignificant.

He also raised his glass high together.

Everyone is saying, for the teacher of the small courtyard.

Then drink with a headache.

For that, someone willing to bend over and listen to them.

Boss Ito put the wine cup on the table and let out a breath of alcohol.

Feel very happy.

Is this the power of words?

It feels so strong.

He began to understand what the first generation said about the feeling of being unswerving for literature until death.

If only literature were like this.

Isn't that true backward compatibility?

Then when Boss Ito was in a daze.

Takehiro Kosaka suddenly said: "Actually, one of the articles in this literary award is very strange."

Everyone pricked up their ears.

"what?"

Boss Ito's intuition told him that this matter had something to do with him.

Takehiro Kosaka said: "It is said that there was an article about fish, which was very well written. All the judges were greedy. They were all asking where they could eat the miso mackerel written in the article."

Boss Ito's breathing became rough.

"Then, this article must have been highly rated, right?"

Boss Ito pretended to be calm.

But his hands are already in place.

Only after Takehiro Kosaka said yes.

He will clap clapping.

But Takehiro Kosaka said: "No, this article didn't get a high evaluation. The only function is this dish, which seems to be more famous."

Boss Ito's face darkened suddenly.

For a while, he didn't like literature so much.

what the hell.

A bunch of blind judges.

(End of this chapter)