I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 2 The Long Tunnel Through the County Boundary...

"Aren't you going to eat with me?"

"You go first, I'll read this manuscript again."

"The one from a distant relative? Haven't you seen it??"

"Well... look again, I'm a little unsure."

Just now, the security guard who has always liked to record their sentences knocked on the door of the editorial department respectfully.

After putting some daily-use items in the corner, he approached Oshima Kazuya with a file bag.

With a very flattering tone, he bent down and said that it was a manuscript written by a distant relative of his. If possible, he could help review the manuscript.

Because the distant relatives are looking forward to Xinchao, saying that even if the manuscript is not approved, it is worthwhile to get a letter from the editor of Xinchao.

This attitude shocked He Ye. Generally, people who come here to submit manuscripts have the idea of ​​reaching the sky in one step.

If the manuscript is rejected, maybe you will lock yourself in the house, and then yell at the editor for being ignorant and so on.

It is difficult to hear that even if it is not a manuscript, you want to get a letter from the editor.

Who doesn't want to be a writer?
We must know that in this era, if a person is labeled as a writer, then this person must be the most shining star in the middle of the night.

He also knew this security guard. It seemed that he had been working here since he joined the company. He would usually help deliver some office consumables, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

So Kazuya agreed, saying that he would read the manuscript later.

The security guard bowed deeply again to express his thanks, he kept thanking him and stepped back, and finally closed the door of the editorial department gently.

In fact, for Kazuya, one more manuscript is not much work.

While there have been plenty of people trying to write books since the housing bubble burst, there are plenty of people whose priorities aren't trendy.

It's a brand new genre that has recently emerged. It seems to be called a mystery novel?
One is because pure literature is difficult to write some achievements at once, and because the momentum of mystery novels is too hot.

This has resulted in far fewer trendy manuscripts than ever before.

Another thing is that in the recent period of time, there are really no literary masters who can get their hands on it.

The previous writers have always been tepid, and apart from criticizing the world, there is no other new subject matter.

Criticize the world?

There is no need for writers to write this. It is the editors sitting here. If they are fully fired, they can even write a book a day.

Without him, it's all scolding.

Who will not curse.

Thinking of this, He also opened the file bag.

There is a large pile of loose cheap paper in the file bag, which is neatly put away by the author with the most primitive binding method.

This author is called... Bei Dao Kou?

He also searched in his mind, but did not find the impression of this writer.Seems like a blank slate writer.

By the way, the security guard also said that it was his distant relative.

The words are beautiful.

This is and also the first impression.

This makes this handwritten manuscript look very refreshing.

The title of the work...let me see.

No? !
Kazuya read it several times, but he didn't find any words that could be used as the title of the book.

A book that doesn't even have a name... a manuscript?

Putting this in the past, it could have been directly thrown into the cold palace.

But because the author's handwriting is too beautiful, Kazuya plans to read on, and also to fulfill his promise to the security guard.

"Through the long tunnel across the county boundary, there is Snow Country.

The bottom of the night turned white.

The train stopped at the signal station. "

……

He also froze for a moment.

This begins...

There is an indescribable beauty.

After the county boundary, there is a long tunnel, and then... Snow Country?
A country full of snow?

And then the bottom of the night... whitened?
Is it snow or... train lights?

And also hesitated.

He put the manuscript aside, then closed his eyes and thought about it, picking it up and reading it over and over again.

……

After hearing Kazuya's words, the colleagues also leaned over their heads: "I've read as much, but I don't see much, just a few pieces of paper."

"A word?"

"What?" The colleague exclaimed: "You said, did you read a sentence in such a long time?"

"Is it poorly written?"

He Ye smiled wryly, then handed over the manuscript: "No, it's really well written."

"There is no problem at all!" The colleague complained, and then the whole person fell silent.

After a long time he let out a sigh.

"How about it?"

"I do not know."

"do not know?"

"Yes, I'm not sure..."

He also broke the silence, and then tapped the opening sentence with a pen: "I have a little bit of insight."

"Aren't you going to eat?"

At this time, someone shouted from the side.

The two of them said nothing in unison, and then stared at the paper intently.

"First of all, he used a very precise description, a scene that only those who live in snow-covered lands can instantly understand.

Snow is actually invisible in the dark night, and only when the moonlight is brightest can you see the most intense black and white color collision. "

"I remember Kazuya you lived in..."

"Yes, I am the child who grew up in the snow."

Kazuya nodded, then continued:

"So, when the train rushes out of the tunnel, people still feel the continuous darkness.

Then out of the tunnel, a beam of light hit from the locomotive.

There was a change in sight.

And then there's...the whiteness of snow!
It was at this time that the night and the earth were clearly separated! "

The feeling that colleagues can feel and describe is a sudden impact. No one has ever used words to form a force that is no less powerful than visual impact.

"Look at the second sentence again. The bottom of the night has turned white. What did you think of?"

Kazuya raised his head and looked at his colleague, his eyes filled with a kind of fiery enthusiasm.

The colleague pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "A kind of... a sense of container."

"The night is boundless and formless, but if something has a bottom, then there must be a boundary."

"So, two things put together..." The colleague gestured with both hands, and then put them together, as if assembling something: "One is the night, the other is the bottom, two seemingly contradictory things After being combined together, then it is..."

At this time, the colleague met Kazuya's eyes, and both of them could feel the other's surprise.

Then they said in unison: "This night has a boundary and a shape!!! In his writing!!!"

Yes.

A shape of nothingness is depicted with a few strokes.

Such power!
Kazuya sighed: "So I have been looking at these two sentences over and over again."

"If you really walk through the snowy night, you will find that the sky may be wide during the day, but at night, after people's vision is blocked by darkness, the night will cover itself like a hood.

From another perspective, things with a bottom, such as bottles, basins, tanks, and even swimming pools and the sea, are used to hold liquids.

If the 'night' had a bottom, then the night would change from an invisible thing to a liquid.

And the train that got out of the tunnel has become a pontoon floating on the water.

I don't know what the purpose of this design is, but I can say that this writer, using the simplest words, has created the most endless images. "

He also rubbed his temples, his expression was a bit tangled, as if he was hesitating whether to say it or not: "Do you know what I'm thinking about right now?"

The colleague was stunned for a moment: "No... No way, just for the beginning?"

Kazuya nodded with a wry smile: "Yes, just for the beginning, I think it is necessary to get to know the author."

(End of this chapter)