I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 112 When there is light, other lights will light up together

Originally, the meaning of Xinchao was just to give Kazuki a literary orthodoxy to Xiaoyuan.

But did not expect.

It directly made Xiaoyuan Kazuki deeply imprinted on the literary world.

Such a brand, compared to that kind of shooting star, is more like an eternally burning star.

The light is so dazzling.

You must know that light can be continued and passed down.

And under such dazzling stars, there must be other lights that will be ignited.

……

It is not rare to say that those who were ignited, but Hirasawa Jixing is definitely one that can be regarded as a representative.

Pingze Jixing can be regarded as a person who is deeply in the mud.

But it's not enough to say how miserable it is.

It's just that compared to other people, he has less interest in living.

He is different from Mr. Okawa.

Don't talk about the purity of life, or live like a rotten person.

His more attitude is that to live is to live.

There are so many whys.

As for how well you want to live, it doesn't matter.

He felt like he was born that way.

No matter how hard you try, you will always stay where you are.

It's bullshit to say that you can change your origin, or change your class.

"No matter what, even if you wailed in front of those people, they would act as if they didn't hear anything.

And those big shots, even if they didn't speak, would spend a lot of time trying to figure out their thoughts.

Even because of a look, a lot of truths will be involved.

So, give up, what's the use of trying. "

When others ask, what do you think about those or these, Hirasawa Journey always chooses to avoid.

It's useless after all.

So under the blessing of such uselessness, his life is very meaningless.

He is also a red hat.

"I wrote something."

When Kosaka Takehiro saw Hirasawa's journey in the morning, he talked to him happily.

"what?"

Pingze Jixing didn't hear clearly for a while.

"That's right, I also started to write something."

"What did you write?"

"I just wrote about everything that happened around me." Takehiro Kosaka pointed to the pedestrians around him, looking quite proud: "For example, I carried a few luggage today, and then what kind of clothes the owner of the luggage was wearing, it looked like A doctor, a lawyer or something."

"It sounds a bit like a diary."

"Isn't it just a diary?"

Takehiro Kosaka recalled that he had asked Kou a question while they were eating.

"That is, why do writers have so much to write, and it seems to me that there is nothing to write.

Is this the difference between writers and teachers?

Will they unearth some more things.

The kind that none of us can see. "

Kosaka Takehiro remembered it clearly, and Kou shook his head lightly.

“Actually, it’s the same when it comes to writing.

Text is more often a very advanced desire to share.

For example, what did you eat for lunch today, and when you walked into the store, what was the decoration of the store like?

Then after opening the door and entering, how did the boss reply, and the attitude of the customers in the shop, etc.

These are all available as text.

If you talk to others, such a description may make others feel rambling, but the text will not.

Because it embraces everything. "

"What about the writer?"

Takehiro Kosaka has always had a thought in his heart about becoming a writer.

"Writer." Ju looked aside silently, and then said softly: "Maybe what's missing is that kind of empathy. Bring all the complicated things to yourself, and then feel sorry for everything."

……

After that chat, Takehiro Kosaka kept these words of Koma in his heart.

He doesn't know what so-called empathy is, but he seems to know what he wants to write.

Because even if you can't become a writer, wouldn't it be more interesting to record your life?

Those words that are inconvenient to say to others are recorded in the text.

Hirasawa Jixing felt that it seemed useless to write it out.

"Just see for yourself."

"You can also try to contribute."

"However, it seems a bit... shameful to write some of this so-called complaints and then submit an article."

Takehiro Kosaka suddenly changed his words: "Not now, will the teacher of Xiaoyuan listen to us?"

Ping Ze Ji Xing didn't know what he meant by these words.

"What I want to say is, since someone is willing to listen to us, can we also try to speak for ourselves?"

"say what?"

"Just talk about the usual ones?" Takehiro Kosaka shrugged his shoulders, then pointed to himself and said, "Just what I said."

Pingze Jixing did not make a sound.

But he always felt that what Kosaka Takehiro said made a little sense.

Or, write and try?

Let me tell you something special I want to say recently.

Maybe it was that shift.

He straightened the red hat on his head, and glanced at several more red hats around him.

Hirasawa's Journey seems to be the same as what Kua said before, when he picks up the pen, he babbles.

He didn't know how to write, or what emotions he wanted to express.

In a mess, he wrote everything about the day at the station today.

Looking at the full page of text, he couldn't believe it.

These words were written by himself.

This is amazing.

After all, such a large amount of output does not seem like something he can do.

So what to do after this is done?

He remembered the words of Takehiro Kosaka.

"Trendy, decisively trendy."

Trendy.

that……

Hirasawa Jixing thought for a while, and finally got a slap in the face, and the manuscript would be rejected at worst.

So, he spent money to send manuscripts.

He even felt that he would never do such an elegant thing.

He once met those characters who were writers at the station.

They were all holding paper bags containing manuscripts, and even their hurried steps seemed to carry a literary elegance.

That is something that I will never be able to touch in my life.

After putting in the manuscript, he suddenly felt a little relieved.

Even though he hadn't drafted it yet, he still did such an elegant thing.

So in a way, he is also an elegant person.

He has noticed.

When he was submitting a manuscript, someone next to him gave him that kind of respectful look.

"It might be a writer."

"why?"

"Didn't you see his submission?"

"That's what writers are all about."

……

Their talk made Hirasawa Jixing feel a feeling that he would never be able to experience.

Before he knew it, his body became much taller.

(End of this chapter)