I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 111 Those of you under the stars of the Bubble Age, look up. (Look at Begonia's million rewards for Ewha)
This article probably no one expected to cause such a sensation.

Perhaps no one would have thought that this award, which originally existed in serious literature, would become a topic that the whole society likes to talk about.

It seems that the sensation caused this time is unprecedented.

Looking ahead, basically the most grand event was the first session organized by several major journals.

The sensation caused at that time was limited to being reported by the TV station.

Then put it on the big screen and scroll back and forth for a few days like this.

But being able to make the whole neon stand up from that dead spirit, and say a few oranges aloud, seems a bit too scary.

Walking on the street now, basically someone will talk about the situation of that article every now and then.

This scene is very similar to what was described before.

A huge star appeared in the night sky.

Under the bright light, everything else dimmed.

The main reason is that the trendy words are too lethal.

In other words, it was the article written by Mr. Nakata that further fermented the words of Xinchao.

"Breathing for everything."

Just such a sentence, directly like a dimensionality reduction blow, overwhelmed everyone in one dimension.

As long as you are breathing.

Then, literature is yours.

Then you can create literature.

For the latter, there are some thresholds.

But for the former.

Like those alcoholics, it's an honor to be noticed by a writer.

So they were ecstatic.

under such publicity.

The fame of this article is naturally growing.

"Have you seen the orange?"

"Is that the article about everything that breathes?"

"This article is written about me."

"Although I have always looked up at those rich or noble people, I have to say that I am actually an ordinary person. I have never looked at myself squarely.

I've always felt like I'm worthless. "

"We were all under the same starry sky."

Then they remembered the tramp.

It is the book before Kazuki Xiaoyuan.

That man named Mikio Kaneda.

With such a long space, how can anyone spend so much time reading it.

So this short article is more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"I never noticed myself, so I am like this."

Those who take the train with big bags and small bags always look at people in suits and shoes.

"I never speak because I don't even listen to what I say."

"Those words don't sound nutritious at all, they don't talk about so-called politics, so-called philosophy, and all life and death, and some of them are nothing more than complaints or complaints.

If so, I don't think it makes any sense.

But I didn't expect that anyone would want to listen to us. "

"He didn't show the way. It's not the same as those people. It's more of a kind of... looking in the mirror?"

"Seeing myself, seeing those people, seeing this...neon."

How much is an article worth?

Maybe it's what Xinchao thinks, breathing for everything.

This award-winning article, they didn't set an exorbitant price.

It's even a bit like giving away for free.

Enlightenment is not what it says it is.

All expenses are borne by the Oshima family.

This includes manuscript fees, bonuses and printing costs, etc.

With this wave of help from the Oshima family.

Let this article basically walk into every corner of this neon.

Then it was as imagined.

A little spark was ignited.

Existence is a very mysterious thing.

It can be worth nothing, or it can be endowed with many things at once.

At least this kind of thing is very important for neon at this time.

So when the sense of presence was added by Xiaoyuan Kazuki, it spread to the whole neon land.

Those people who are in a daze are aware of their existence.

Such a presence is not meant to tell them the meaning of life.

It's more of a kind, walking to their side, and then gently whispering next to their ears.

I heard everything you said.

Listen carefully.

This is very shocking.

The thing about humbleness never goes away.

And what touched these people the most was that someone listened to them.

Maybe, after Snow Country gained a foothold in the middle class before.

Xiaoyuan Kazuki used this short article again to directly take down the other ordinary people.

And these people occupy the vast majority.

Maybe this time the rectification is right.

But this name is a bit scary.

So now there are still people who question Kazuki Kouin's literary legitimacy.

More may talk about the inclusiveness of his literature.

"Orange, how much impact did it cause?"

Someone is eager to know about this problem.

Seeing that there are more red hats in the station.

When I watched those people with low social status walk, I straightened up a little.

Looking at the surrounding depression a little less.

Looking at this dying neon again, it became more bloody.

More and more people want to know the answer.

Yes.

What did this article do.

It's spring.

Cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

The breeze is coming.

Blowing away those winter days, the haze covering the sky.

The stars that existed in the clear night sky began to sprinkle to the earth.

These people who live in confusion, anxiety, loneliness, and confusion.

Those who live under the bubble era.

Those people who are up and down in daily necessities, working hard for a few taels of silver, are gradually rickety.

Hold your head up.

This starry sky belongs to each of you.

It belongs to everyone who breathes.

……

Takehiro Kosaka drank a lot.

But when walking all the way home, the spring breeze took away the smell of alcohol and sobered up a lot.

For the first time, he had an idea of ​​wanting to write something.

But what could he write?

Maybe even if he wrote it, no one would care.

The idea was subsequently dismissed by Takehiro Kosaka.

No, someone would care.

So try to document your life?
He picked up the pen and wrote down the words diary in the notebook.

When I was carrying luggage at the station today, I saw some people and encountered some things.

These records originally meant nothing.

But he just wanted to write it.

Maybe it can't be called literature.

but……

Isn't these words a living person?
The glass is clear.

Tangerines are brilliant.

People bathed in this starry sky.

There was a little more fluctuation in their eyes.

Afterwards, many people began to take a pen to record something.

Words are powerful.

At least.

At this time, we are resisting this era.

Pulling the huge gear that is constantly reversing in the opposite direction...

(End of this chapter)