I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 3 The Boy of the Ito Family

When he walked out of the editorial office, the sky was already dark and he had no direction.

The snow that started to fall in the afternoon piled up a thin layer on the ground, and when the slightly yellowed light came down, one could vaguely see the snow covered with a layer of gold.

He also observed it carefully, and recalled that he had repeatedly deliberated on the text in those manuscripts in the editorial department.

He could have been off work long ago.

But because of such a good beginning, he couldn't help but wonder about the story behind.

I couldn't help but read it, but this story is not complete.

It was very itchy to see.

Hearing the creaking sound of stepping on the snow, I couldn't help sighing, maybe someone will continue to pursue that writing technique in the future.

materialization?
Or is it similar to Sensationalism?
Wouldn't this guy just start a genre?

The security guard who delivered the manuscripts during the day has gone back, and he only works the day shift.

And the author didn't leave his contact information in the manuscript, how unconfident he is of himself!

Do you know what your current situation is?
You've been spotted by Xinchao, you bastard.

Why don't you hurry up and write it down?
He also cursed secretly, but it is impossible to find the author or the security guard right now.

So I have to wait until tomorrow when I go to work.

……

At this time, Kitajima Koma, who was missed by Oshima Kazuya, was nestling in the izakaya downstairs to keep warm.

This is his temporary accommodation.

Through labor in exchange for some food and accommodation.

The original owner of the shop did not want to keep him.

But Bei Daoju has repeatedly emphasized that he doesn't need money, he just needs food and a place to live.

Seeing Kitajima's thin figure and good looks, Mrs. Ito decided to keep Kitajima.

That's what she told Mr. Ito.

There is just a lack of a buddy in the store, who will serve tea and pour water.

Besides, he doesn't need money, and he looks pretty good, which may help the store's business.

Thus, Bei Daoju settled down for a short time.

"Young man, there is a new guest here, ask him what he needs?"

shouted Mr. Ito, poking his head out from behind the grill.

Kitajima Koma agreed, and walked to Oshima Kazuya with a notebook recording the customer's needs: "My guest, what do you need?"

"One serving of fried udon, one serving of rice cake lucky bag, one serving of Chikuwa, two pieces of daikon, and more soup.

Be warm. "

"Do you need a drink?"

"Oh no, no drinking today."

"Okay, please wait a moment, now!"

Oshima Kazuya put the backpack with the trendy logo on the table and looked at Kitajima Koma.

"Are you new here? I'm a regular customer of this store and I haven't seen you before."

He also likes Ju's appearance very much, he is very handsome and has a very clean temperament on his body.

If it was a good time, maybe such a child should go to college and find a good job.

Not for a living... He saw Koma's tattered clothes and trousers, not doing odd jobs here for a living.

It was Mr. Ito who delivered the meal.

After hearing the familiar combination, I knew that this cultural person was here.

He also greeted Oshima and Kazuya very acquaintedly.

"This is Mr. Oshima. He is a trendy editor, but he is a cultural person."

"Boss Ito, you're welcome, I'm just a pen player hahaha."

He was also very happy to be praised by Boss Ito.

"This kid stayed here recently. Seeing that he has nowhere to go, we took him in."

"Boss Ito, you are a very caring person."

"Hahaha."

Boss Ito smiled happily, as if there was nothing more joyful than being praised by cultural people.

"My daughter is graduating from school soon, and I hope that Mr. Kazuya will give me a chance. She has always dreamed of working in Xinchao."

"I'll talk to the president at that time, but Boss Ito, you know, in this era..."

"It's time to trouble you!"

"Do your best..."

After the two exchanged a few pleasantries, Boss Ito returned to the back room to continue his work.

Kitajima Koma has been hanging around since knowing Kazuya's identity.

He didn't know whether the security guards had sent it in, but right now, he desperately needed such an opportunity.

After all, there is no meaning of rebirth after working odd jobs in izakaya all the time.

It's better to find a piece of tofu and smash it to death.

Seeing Bei Dao Kou wandering around him, Kazuya waved at him, motioning him to come over.

"Mr. Oshima?"

"Nothing, just chatting. Don't delay?"

Bei Daoju quickly waved his hand and looked around: "I'm not busy now."

"Well, may I ask, have you read the book?"

"I have read it."

"Why don't you read on?"

Because of passing through...

But Kazuya seemed to realize it, and waved his hand: "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry into your personal privacy."

"Today is too important to me."

"Excuse me?"

Bei Daoju looked at this middle-aged man with gray hair. Under the light, the wrinkles on his forehead looked like deep ravines. He looked like a very hardworking man.

It may be that it takes a lot of energy to review manuscripts.

But this does not affect his stable temperament, a kind of elegant and comfortable bookishness.

"I witnessed the birth of a whole new description."

"By the way, what kind of description is it? Is it a description of snow?"

Kitajima Koma vaguely sensed it.

Maybe...he saw his manuscript.

"? How do you know?!"

And also feel shocked.

"Oh, well, it's snowing outside, so I took a wild guess."

"Too."

Kazuya almost thought that the author was the little guy sitting in front of him.

But it was indeed a mistake.

It happened to be snowing outside.

It is also easy to guess.

Thinking of this, Kazuya carefully looked at Kitajima Koma.

This young man surprisingly suited his appetite in some ways.

He also looks very handsome, but he is a writer, or he might be a writer.

Thinking of this, Kazuya was a little itchy with anger at that unfinished story.

Apparently it was intentional.

Why not write it down?

Seeing Bei Daoju waiting for his next words, he came back to his senses, raised his head to look at the light, and said with a smile:
"Yes, describing the snow. I've never seen such a description, it will definitely shine!"

Seeing Oshima Kazuya's appearance, Kitajima Koma breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that the security guard really delivered the manuscript to the editor's desk.

And it just so happened that the editor actually appeared here at this time.

It seems that everything is going in the right direction...

(End of this chapter)