I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 22 He's Homesick
From then on, the first generation looked at Kitajima Koma a little differently.

It seems that this boy who suddenly appeared in his shop and was taken in by his father as a small worker seems to have a gully hidden in his chest.

Under the seemingly cheerful appearance, the soul has already been riddled with holes?
During the break, I talked about some of Bei Daoju's life experience.

But he was silent, or took it with a smile.

From the perspective of the Ito family, Bei Dao Kou's life experience is always shrouded in such a fog.

Such people are basically unfortunate.

From Oshima Kazuya's point of view, this is also very agreeable.

It's not about cursing people.

In fact, most writers who have experienced human tragedies will write those deafening works.

Because they will only yearn for heaven if they have seen hell.

Oshima Kazuya and Kitajima Koma sat near the shrine for a long time.

Snowflakes are always floating in the sky.

It's just that compared to yesterday, it's much smaller.

Kitajima Koma sighed that today's weather is good.

Oshima Kazuya immediately added a sentence, today is cloudy, not a good weather, and it is still snowing.

"But why do you say the weather is bad when it's overcast?"

Kitajima Koma turned his head and looked at Oshima Kazuya seriously.

For a moment, Oshima Kazuya had the illusion that he had said something wrong, but he thought about it carefully.

He didn't think he had any problems.

"Isn't it all like this? A sunny day is considered a good day."

"But a cloudy day is a cloudy day, there's nothing wrong with it."

Kitajima Koma wiped off the snow that fell on the side umbrella, shook his head and sighed.

"Ms. Bei Dao likes cloudy days?"

Kitajima suddenly chatted about another topic.

"One night, I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so I ran out.

There is a tree in that small courtyard, Mr. Oshima, you should know, after all, you have been there. "

Oshima Kazuya hummed, motioning for him to continue talking.

"Then, I just stood under that tree and did nothing. I just stood there like this. Suddenly, I felt a lot better."

Then, when Oshima Kazuya was about to speak, Kitajima Koma sighed again: "Ms. Oshima told me to go out for a walk, but how should I put it, I am a person who is snowing in the dark .”

"Compared to sunshine, I prefer darkness; compared to sunny days, I prefer cloudy days, or rainy and snowy days. If it rains more, the better.

But don't get me wrong, I simply think these things make me feel comfortable. "

"I can tell, Mr. Bei Dao, you are lonely."

"Lonely?"

Oshima Kazuya also nodded.

In fact, loneliness is not very well defined.

It’s not bad to say that I feel lonely alone, or that I have been taking care of the stars of the past since I can remember when I was young.

But the real loneliness still depends on these two words.

Separate the word "loneliness", there are children, melons and fruits, puppies, mosquitoes and flies, enough to support the entrance of an alley in a midsummer evening, full of human touch.

Young children hold melons and willows under the canopy, and dogs chase butterflies in the deep alley.

The world is full of laughter and prosperity, but I am the only one with spare temples.

Children, fruits, cats, dogs, and flies are of course lively, but these have nothing to do with you, which is called loneliness.

From Oshima Kazuya's point of view, Kitajima Koma is such a person.

It seems that at this time, he found a suitable word to describe it.

Yes, it is loneliness.

The fireworks in the world have nothing to do with him.

Bei Daoju was taken aback for a moment, and then gave a wry smile.

"It's true, I don't have any friends in Tokyo."

"Mr. Bei Dao never seems to have mentioned his hometown?"

Seeing Kitajima Koma fell silent again, Oshima Kazuya smiled wryly.

Sure enough, there are some questions that no matter how much you try, you will never get an answer.

It's not that he has always been curious about Bei Dao Kou's life experience, Oshima Kazu also just wanted to make him a little more normal.

The so-called normal is nothing more than having the communication and life of normal people. Of course, if he can, he can also go out of that tavern and try the life of a writer.

After all, in Neon, the social treatment of writers is very high.

But Kazuya Oshima doesn't like those writers who rely on their talents to be romantic.

Therefore, he didn't know whether he should let Bei Daoju take this step.

But overall, it's a little bit more normal.

Thinking of this, I saw Bei Daoju standing up, patting his stiff thighs after sitting for a long time, and looking around with a smile.

"But now I have a new place to go besides the tavern. I would like to thank Oshima-sensei for his generosity."

"no, I'm fine."

"It's always necessary to change a little bit. How could it be possible to change so quickly?"

Kitajima Koma's tone was very relaxed.

"I just like dark and cloudy days, but that doesn't mean I'm a believer in mourning culture, right?"

"Mourning culture?"

Oshima Kazu had never heard of this term either.

"It's the current social situation. Mourning fills the rhythm of life. I have always been determined to be a sunny person."

Bei Dao Kou patted his chest:

"I want to return all the nights to the stars, return all the spring to the sparse fences, and return all the laziness and obsession to the me of the past, the me of tomorrow, with hills and valleys in my chest, and immediately shake the mountains and rivers. "

Although Oshima Kazuya was also a little excited, but for some reason, looking at Kitajima Koma's cold face, there was an indescribable feeling.

Feeling a little surprised.

Before he could figure it out, he was dragged by Bei Daoju to the tavern.

"Isn't the tavern closed?"

"This is what I called you alone, I will cook a dish for you to try."

"what?"

"I used to eat a dish all the time, and I would make it every time it snows in winter."

"what?"

Oshima Kazuya was a little curious by Kitajima Koma.

Follow him all the way to the tavern, to the backyard, and watch Bei Daoju light up a fire.

Then when the charcoal was burning, he stuffed a few sweet potatoes into it.

"this is?"

"sweet potato."

"sweet potato?"

Oshima Kazu was also taken aback for a moment, he had heard of this thing, but he had never eaten it.

But at this time, Bei Dao Kou, who was squatting next to the fire, looked particularly gentle in Oshima Kazuya's eyes.

Firelight danced in his eyes.

From Kitajima's point of view, this is his hometown...

The style of the roasted sweet potato fire pit and the dull earthy red are very similar to roasted sweet potatoes.

I still remember that there was a small restaurant in front of his house when he was a child.

Small restaurants often cook pumpkins at the door. Although the taste is not very good, the hot smell of melons and the bright red color give people a feeling of "warming the old and warming the poor".

he's homesick...

(End of this chapter)