I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 113 I am a writer now! ! !
Hirasawa Jixing did not expect that after submitting the manuscript, he would have that kind of anxiety after he originally had no desires or desires.

Although I have always thought about it, I just wrote a lot of messy things.

Why would Xinchao submit a draft for himself?

It will definitely not be overwritten.

But deep down in my heart, I still have a fantasy about myself being able to pass the draft.

Sometimes I think, what would happen if I said I had submitted the manuscript?

During this period of time, Hirasawa Jixing's mental state was not very good.

He didn't know if that counted as anxiety.

But he didn't tell anyone.

Including Takehiro Kosaka.

After all, it sounds like a feeling of overreach.

And after waiting for a while, there was no news at all.

"So after all, you are still a humble person?"

Hirasawa Jixing let his red hat hang askew on his head like this, and raised his head to look at the top of the station.

Gray.

There is a lot of people around.

There was no sound at all.

The world still hasn't changed.

So even if you wear a red hat, if there are too many people, you will still be dyed black.

The life of Pingze Jixing suddenly returned to the previous track.

Numb commuting.

When eating, sometimes I will fall into a daze.

Just staring not far away like this, I don't know what to think, but I just don't want to move.

After the weather got warmer, he didn't bother to change some clothes.

Even that would be troublesome.

however.

After carrying the last luggage, he realized that it was time to get off work.

So he patted the dust off his body, greeted Takehiro Kosaka, and prepared to walk back.

Takehiro Kosaka stopped him.

"Have you written anything recently?"

Hirasawa Jixing froze for a moment, then shook his head.

"I've been writing a lot lately."

Looking at Takehiro Kosaka's happy smile, he didn't know what to say.

It might not be very good if you hit him at this time and say, so what if you write it.

He thought for a while, then nodded: "That sounds good. It looks like he might become a writer."

Takehiro Kosaka laughed haha, and said something like that, no way.

But that is the latter words, Hirasawa Jixing can no longer hear clearly.

Because compared to wasting time here, it would be better to go back to the house and continue staring at the window in a daze.

On the way back, he should have met the mother and son who submitted the article last time.

From the looks of it, they should live nearby.

"Isn't that, the writer?"

The child pointed to Hirasawa Journey.

The mother gently put the child's hand down and told him not to point at others, which seemed very impolite.

At the same time, he bowed respectfully to Hirasawa Jixing, and called out words such as teacher, good evening.

Hirasawa Jixing smiled bitterly, he seemed to have no other better way than replying good evening.

Writer or something, too far away.

Also, can I become a writer with my appearance?

When passing by a house, the lights inside were not on.

Under the street lamp outside, inside the pitch-black glass, the man's face was full of depression.

The chest is bulging.

Inside resides a slightly faded red cap.

During this period of time, Hirasawa Jixing has never worn this hat.

After all, he contributed.

but……

It seems that nothing has changed.

After thinking for a long time, he still faced the glass and put the red hat on his head casually.

After all nothing has changed.

A red hat is still a red hat.

When I got home, there seemed to be something in the mailbox at the door of the house.

At this time, a neighbor suddenly poked his head out from the next door.

"The person who delivered the letter today said that it seemed to be sent by the publishing house. Did you win the prize, Mr. Hirasawa?"

Publishing houses often hold such events, trying to stimulate them to buy books.

"It seems that luck is really good."

The neighbor looked envious.

After Pingze Jixing heard this, he froze for a moment.

He heard that it seems that letters will come to reject manuscripts.

Those editors will write some so-called respectful words in the rejection letter, but they will still tell you coldly that your manuscript cannot be approved and look forward to your next work.

Hirasawa Kiyuki sighed and nodded towards his neighbor.

Not much explanation was given.

Let's just treat it as if I won the lottery.

When he got home, he didn't have the courage to open the letter.

It's trendy.

After washing up, when I was about to lie down on the bed, I always felt that the letter on the table was a bit of an eyesore.

Right now, Chunhan is still a little bit unwilling to give up.

With a strong wind whistling outside.

Then open it and see?

When Hirasawa Jixing picked up the letter, his hands were a little trembling.

There was a lot of wind outside the window.

The ears are filled with the sound of wind.

After opening the letter.

By dim light.

"Dear Mr. Hirasawa
First of all, thank you very much for choosing Xinchao to contribute, it is our honor. "

Routine sentences.

Look at it, and then it will say that the manuscript is not good, and let it be resubmitted.

Hirasawa Jixing squeezed the paper very hard.

Even the paper has that indentation.

"We read Mr. Hirasawa's manuscript.

Our editorial department agrees that Mr. Hirasawa's manuscript has potential, so we sincerely invite Mr. Hirasawa to come to Xinchao for a discussion on the manuscript.

We believe that this manuscript will appear in a trendy journal in the near future.

At the same time, the editorial department also wants to express its gratitude to Mr. Hirasawa.

Thank you for your willingness to take a pen and document everything around you, it's not for nothing.

We Xinchao are willing to be the carrier of words, as our editor-in-chief Kashiwagi said, breathing for everything.

Let us walk hand in hand together on the road ahead.

Because we live under the same starry sky.

Because we all breathe.

......"

The wind outside the window is still blowing.

But Hirasawa's Journey has been lost.

His mind went blank.

What is written in the letter.

For some reason, he didn't know those words very well.

I even felt that maybe I had fallen asleep at this time.

Everything that happened was just a dream.

He just wrote about what happened at the station.

Just like Takehiro Kosaka.

It was nothing more than that he wrote down a little more of his emotions.

The kind of people who don't want to talk, don't want to say, no one wants to listen.

For a while, Pingze Jixing was breathing heavily.

The chest roared.

At this moment, he was breathing heavily.

It was so strong that the paper was blown rustling.

His back straightened.

Even sitting on the bed.

He looked at the red hat on the table.

Then the child's voice sounded in my ears.

"Look, that's a writer!"

……

　Hmm... There are still a few chapters that will be added by the big bosses who are rewarded.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)