I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 25 In vain, all in vain

I don't know how many pots of tea were boiled, but the aroma of tea filled the whole room with the continuous brewing of boiling water and fresh tea leaves.

The light tea scent covered the original chaotic sound of turning pages, and as the temperature rose, the faint scent of ink on the journal was also drawn out.

Xinchao is very willing to spend money on its own journals. It is generally recognized in the industry that the quality of paper and ink used in Xinchao journals is superior.

Different from other literary journals, Xinchao believes that since the book has its own Yan Ruyu and the book has its own golden house, the carrier carrying the words must be worthy of the ideological connotation that the words can express.

Text not only has content, but also has flavor.

So they spent a lot of money to create a unique ink fragrance that belongs to the trendy.

All the readers who buy trendy, when they open the journal, the first thing that greets them is the very unique scent of ink.

It was a kind of sandalwood smell, but with a coldness, it was slowly warmed by a slow fire, and it rose naturally, and slowly sent to the tip of the nose.

The moment I smelled the fragrance, there seemed to be the crackling sound of firewood burning in my ears.

It was at this time that people were pulled into an extremely quiet environment in an instant.

It is just such a moment, no matter how impetuous the heart is, it will calm down.

Xinchao believes that the significance of literature lies in thinking about the human soul and living conditions, and it is people's examination of themselves.It is the mirror and torch of this society.

Xinchao has always regarded itself as the leader of neon literature. The literary works that can be published on Xinchao must not be comparable to some ordinary literary works. Therefore, when reading these cultural treasures, let alone whether you need to be devout or not. But what must be guaranteed is quiet reading.

It was not a very long text, but it felt like a novel was read by these professors.

"It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful." Professor Owada looked like a swimmer looking out of the water, raised his head high, breathed a long sigh of relief, and kept whispering in his mouth.

Following Professor Owada's babbling, other professors also came out of the world that Kazuki Xiaoyuan had created for them, their eyes were full of sparkles, and they lingered countlessly.

"I have never read such a beautiful text."

"Yeah, it feels like a painting, like a painting described in words."

"I think……"

As soon as the professor spoke, everyone turned their attention to him.

Professor An Tan is currently the most beautiful writer in the neon literature circle.

Perhaps he has more say in the field of beauty.

Professor Ueno filled him with a newly brewed pot of tea and looked at him with blazing eyes.

Professor An Tan pondered for a while, at first his eyes were a little unsteady, and he didn't know what he had figured out, but his eyes became extremely firm.

"Although I haven't seen the story behind it, and I don't know the development behind it, but I can be very sure."

"Teacher Xiaoyuan." He used an honorific title, not the newcomer or the writer Yunyun. In fact, judging from his words, everyone already knew what he wanted to say.

"His method of writing beauty is definitely superior to mine. Although I haven't got proof, I have a hunch that this book written by Mr. Xiaoyuan will soon become the pinnacle of neon lyric literature so far.

If there are still works behind the teacher of the small courtyard.

That's a little hard to say. "

"what!"

"No way!"

It was not an easy task to make Professor An Tan, who was quite high-spirited, admit that he was better than him, let alone him being able to give this evaluation.

The best of neon.

A rookie writer.

A work that is not yet finished.

Is it that simple?
Seeing everyone's astonished expressions, Professor An Tan took a sip of tea and said:
"This kind of description is unprecedented. Before him, who could describe night and dusk so abstractly?"

Professor An Tan thought for a while, pointed to everyone present and said, "In fact, everyone present understands it."

The sky outside the window was blackened, and Professor Ueno, who hadn't spoken the whole time, stood up and put on the lamp.

Under the spreading warm halo, the wrinkles between Professor An Tan's brows were reflected a little deep, as if a ravine was entrenched.

"This novel, what I have seen so far. There are two points."

He held out two fingers.

The people present did not know why.

"First, we can see the shadow of the modernist literature of neon literature, but he added some new things in it, such as a brand-new aesthetic. This kind of obsession with illusory beauty seems to make us Everyone is intoxicated by it.

Like a demon, he pinpointed the weakest point in the hearts of all Neon people with incomparable accuracy.

We love beauty, a beauty unique to neon.

It's real, but it's also illusory.

It's like a mirage, we can all see it, and we yearn for it, but we can't pursue it, because everything is in vain.

Isn't it the same as the current social situation?
We pursue luxury, we pursue life and death, there is Taoyuan Township, where there are all beautiful things, isolated from the coldness of the world, like a never-ending dream.

But when we wake up, we will find that it is only a dream after all.

Still have to face this cold society, still have to bear those damn mortgages, men support their families, make money to support their families, and go home drunk every day.

As for women, some go out to make money to support their families for their livelihood.

A real and cruel society. "

Professor An Tan's deep voice sounded in the office, and everyone felt goose bumps on their backs.

indeed.

It's really like a dream.

"In vain..."

Owada sighed.

"Yes, in vain!"

Professor An Tan nodded.

Under the lights, everyone looked dignified.

The atmosphere also seemed to freeze as the ice on the windows climbed slowly.

No one expected that Professor Ueno's impromptu game would have such an effect.

They also didn't expect that such a seemingly inconspicuous novel could actually detonate an emotional resonance point at the moment.

When everyone reacted, they could all see the shock in each other's eyes.

At this time, Professor Owada suddenly remembered, looked at Professor Azumi and asked, "Then what about the second point?"

Professor Azumi smiled when asked by Professor Owada.

"It seems that everyone here should know this question. Don't you all study literature?!"

　one more chapter later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)