I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 30 Takehiro Kosaka
"Before reading some weird words, let yourself be able to live, idiots."

Kosaka Takehiro was wrapped in shabby clothes and passed by the convenience store.

It was so disorganized that it sounded like everyone was scrambling for books.

I don't know what they are looting.

He would rather spend his money on food than the so-called joining in the fun and buying two popular books to make himself look very cultured.

When he usually sleeps on the street, he often sees some young men at night, in order to pursue girls, turning themselves into literary and artistic youths.

With that unique sadness, I raised my head slightly to look at the moon above, and then came up with one or two so-called very melancholy poems.

It's as if a person is carrying the unique sadness in this world.

Then, amidst the praises from the girls, he lost himself.

I really think I am a literate person.

But in the final analysis, it is nothing more than trying to attract the favor of girls through certain means, so that they can achieve the most essential purpose.

go to bed.

Some succeeded and others failed.

Successful people enjoy it.

Those who fail are nothing more than blaming themselves for not choosing the right book.

So they would go to find out what kind of books girls like now.

Then repeat the previous behavior.

"Where does the current society need any literary style?!"

Takehiro Kosaka grumbled.

He saw very clearly.

Those successful people seduce girls who are not deeply involved in the world, and they still prefer that kind of talented man in their hearts.

And what about those who failed?

It's not that they chose the wrong books.

It can only be said that they were unlucky and chose a more realistic woman.

They don't care about talent, they only care about how much money you can make.

Talent is shit without money.

They are all a bunch of idiots. Instead of thinking about how to hook up with women, it is better to make money!

This society is very realistic.

The reality is that he had a lot of assets before, but he fell to the altar overnight, and his ass of foreign debt was like a mad dog behind him, chasing and biting desperately.

A debt collector who has been hiding for several days in a row.

It is said that there is also contact with the underworld.

Perhaps the follow-up debt collection is not a matter of saying a word or two at the door of the house.

Maybe... the pain of flesh and blood is inevitable.

Takehiro Kosaka sighed, the clothes were still picked up in a garbage dump.

For this reason, several homeless men pressed him to the ground and beat him up.

If he hadn't been clutching his clothes tightly, he would have been stripped naked and thrown in an unknown corner by this time.

At this time, several people who ran into the convenience store accidentally bumped into Takehiro Kosaka.

Takehiro Kosaka was in pain, and was about to yell, but under his violent breathing, his chest was burning, so he had no choice but to give up.

Those are young people.

He was afraid that he would suffer another severe beating.

Scared.

It seems that the bustling street scene is in contrast to the background of Takehiro Kosaka limping alone.

Maybe sometimes that sentence is really true.

People are so keen to care about a bad movie actor's eating, drinking, and trivial matters...

I also don't want to understand the turbulent inner world of an ordinary person...

Just like now, in order to be able to follow the crowd, say a few words about popular writers, pretend to be noble, and not... care about a poor wretch who has been severely beaten by society.

Takehiro Kosaka smiled wryly, trying to find a suitable posture to walk, so that the pain would become less obvious.

But then he discovered one thing.

like……

His feet got chilblains.

That stiff and tingling feeling directly overwhelmed all perception and reason.

Like an overwhelming flood, it submerged him upright, leaving nothing behind.

There was a lot of commotion around, and some ordinary voices seemed extraordinarily noisy in Takehiro Kosaka's ears.

I tried to calm myself down, but my mind became more and more dizzy.

With a staggering step, the whole person directly hit the electric pole.

Puchi.

Without holding my breath, the pain intensified again.

It was completely dark.

Just fell down.

It didn't snow today.

Maybe it's because of the pity of the gods or the better luck of Takehiro Kosaka.

It didn't snow in Tokyo tonight.

……

When I woke up again, the frostbite was even worse.

It can't be touched, and it seems to have a tendency to suppurate.

Because of not drinking water for a long time and various factors, Takehiro Kosaka's throat seemed to be on fire.

It's ridiculous.

Originally, all he needed was a look or a gesture, and the head of the room beside him would serve tea and water very attentively.

And now...

Even if he shouted loudly, no one might pay attention.

There is actually a kind of indifference in the bones of the Neon people.

Far from being as enthusiastic as it seems on the surface.

Takehiro Kosaka collapsed on the ground for a long time, and seemed to have accepted this reality.

But right now, he was forcing himself to accept another reality.

He couldn't walk anymore.

Under such circumstances, you can only wait here to die.

In fact, freezing to death is a little better than normal.

Because in the end, I would feel the heat because of the hallucinations, and the layers of clothes would fade away, and I would die with a smile on this cold winter night.

By this time, Takehiro Kosaka didn't feel too much anger, it was nothing more than unwillingness.

Maybe I didn't do those things, I didn't get involved in gambling, I didn't divorce my wife, I didn't...

But anyway, it's just a dying person.

Takehiro Kosaka thought about it, if he still had a regret, he hoped to say sorry to his original partner before he died.

A deep apology...

pity……

The hunger caused by not eating for a long time made him feel dizzy.

Just when he thought that death was coming, a few shouts suddenly came from his ears.

"Uncle?"

"Uncle, are you okay?"

"Uncle, why are you lying here?"

Kosaka Takehiro opened his eyes suddenly, and several young people ran towards him.

"Quick!! Someone needs help here!"

Several people hurried to Takehiro Kosaka, checked it, and wanted to call an ambulance.

"No, no, I have no money..."

"Then send me home."

"I remember that classmate Zi's home is a medical clinic?"

"Yes, come on, give me a hand!"

Several young people chanted a few times, successfully lifted Takehiro Kosaka, and walked cautiously towards a place.

In the blur, Takehiro Kosaka turned his head and was facing the young man's messenger bag.

There was a hole in the bag.

Inside the opening is a book.

It looked like it was the one they looted at the convenience store.

Don't be the last...

Before he could think about it, darkness flooded his head again.

Passed out again...

　Thank you for determined to be Sanlu, old master 909, listening to the wind and rain is worse than listening to you, obedient female college student, Kunkun little basketball, book friend 20220612121236066, don’t think about anything, Shenxingtian 521, book friend 20220612121236066, ***Unknown , Lan Fengxue, Jebe, the sleeper, and the rewards from the calm dead house bosses

　　
　
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