I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 21 Listening to the Russling Whispers of My Blood
"Is there a time when you can give a little chance?"

Oshima Kazuya spoke suddenly, but Kitajima Kou didn't react.

"What? What chance?"

"I feel like you, Teacher Bei Dao, locked yourself in a small room, and then no one can get close to it."

Kazuya Oshima recalled the answer he gave when discussing what happiness is with Kitajima Koma.

To be honest, that picture has always been deeply in his heart.

Although he knew that Bei Daoju was a good scene writer before, he still bumped into the scene that Bei Daoju had portrayed for him.

Seeing that Kitajima Koma didn't speak, Oshima Kazuya didn't feel embarrassed either, and continued talking on his own.

"In fact, every writer, every successful writer, is a person with a delicate mind, and they have their own unique perception of the world.

They can hear the cries of all creatures in this world, and they can also feel the sadness that people can hide in the corners of the city.

But because of this, the most painful pain in the world is hidden in their hearts, so that they can't bear it..."

Oshima Kazuya stopped in his tracks, and turned his head to look at Kitajima Koma.

He had a strange premonition.

In fact, there are some people who came to this world with a mission.

Maybe someone is doing research, and someone is writing something.

After they have completed their mission, they will go back to heaven.

and so……

He was afraid that Bei Daoju was such a person.

Because in his opinion, this guy is too desireless.

It seems that writing a book is not for him to be famous or to make money.

It's like writing a book.

And his debut novel is still such a work.

So it was hard not to remind him of those people.

Maybe it's because of the sunshine, it's a little cold, and I usually watch Kitajima Koma under the lights of the izakaya.

After looking closely at it for a while now, I found that it was much thinner than his figure, and the skin showed a sickly paleness.

Kitajima Koma paused after hearing Oshima Kazuya's words.

He didn't speak, but silently lowered his head and looked at his feet.

"I'm not that kind of person, at least not right now."

"Then there's no need to lock yourself in the house. Apart from working at night and being trendy, you can also pick a time to go out for a walk, just like now."

"I'm here to purchase..."

"You can also see the scenery on the way of purchasing. Tokyo is quite beautiful."

Oshima also crushed a piece of ice and kicked it far.

Bei Daoju thought for a while, then turned his head and asked, "Is there anything interesting nearby?"

But this made Oshima Kazuo a little embarrassed.

"I don't know much about fun, and I don't know how to play on weekdays, but I know there is a good place."

Oshima and also said that the place is a shrine.

The distance is not far. I don’t know who has cleared the road to the shrine. You only need to step on those small stone slabs to get there.

Walking through the torii to the shrine, the surroundings are quiet.

The noisy carriages and horses seemed to be isolated from the outside by some magic spell used by the gods.

"Do you believe in God? Teacher Oshima?"

"God? I would like to come here when I was in a state of hesitation, but it doesn't mean that I want to believe in them. I think it's more because it's quiet here, so I like it."

"It doesn't seem very good to say these things here at the shrine."

Kitajima joked.

Oshima Kazu also smiled: "How should I put it, if the gods hate me because of this, then he wouldn't be a god."

The two found a place to sit near the shrine, and sat like this, looking at the distant scenery.

"I don't know what the situation is, maybe it's the blessing of the gods, or it's very quiet near the shrine, so my heart becomes very quiet."

After Oshima Kazuya finished speaking, a gust of wind came from nowhere and rustled the entire forest.

It was as if the gods were very happy when they heard Oshima Kazuya's words, and the rustling sound was like a whisper.

All living beings pray for peace, and the gods listen to the small words.

Maybe that's what the gods do.

Bei Daoju put his hands in his pockets: "This is a good place."

"Just introduce it to me like this, aren't you afraid that I will steal the sacred place of Mr. Oshima?"

Oshima Kazuya shook his head and said, "I really hope you come here, at least it's much better than you in that shop."

"It seems that Oshima-sensei has a lot of prejudice against Boss Ito."

"It's not because of prejudice, but I think that a writer like Mr. Bei Dao should not be..."

"Food all over the world, write all the stories of the world. In fact, this is quite good."

Oshima Kazuya choked on Kitajima Koma's words.

There is such a little truth.

But from Oshima Kazuya's perspective, although Kitajima Koma works in Ito's house, his aura has never disappeared.

Before, I felt that I was out of the world, but later I realized that it was actually a kind of loneliness.

It was a kind of loneliness that was out of place in the world.

It's as if all the goodwill towards others is all fake, and it's impossible to get into his heart at all.

It's like never knowing Bei Daoju's past.

He has an aura like...

Always there, silent.

His silence is another place of waiting, nameless, hopeless, and warm.

Anyway, it's gorgeous, anyway, it's coming, anyway, it's the loneliness that is slowly withering, the dazzling loneliness, the loneliness that never turns back.

This is why Kazuya Oshima has always been on his mind. He wants to find a chance to bring Kitajima into the world.

I have inquired before, and the first generation said that Kitajima Koma usually stays under the tree in the yard, or nests in his room.

Don't turn on the lights at night, just let the darkness swallow everything.

Afterwards, the skin became pale, visible to the naked eye, like a nocturnal animal.

That time, the first generation saw clearly from upstairs.

In the middle of the night, Bei Daoju stood alone under the tree.

He raised his hands high like this, letting the snow fall all over his body.

It looks like a bird.

At that moment, the first generation suddenly remembered a sentence:

He must know the direction of my soul migration.Knowing the weight of a bird taking off in the night.

It's just a pity that she didn't know.

Maybe everything stems from that curiosity.

By chance, she walked into Bei Daoju's room.

When he saw the piece of paper beside his bed, he wrote a sentence on it and stuck it there like this:

I can't claim to know the world well.All my life I have been a seeker, not among stars and books, but by the rustling of my own blood.

(End of this chapter)