I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 32 He said, no surprise...

Takehiro Kosaka had a dream at night.

He saw the legendary hell.

I also dreamed of myself.

That was my twilight self.

With a hunched back and ragged clothes, he walked on a muddy road to hell.

The sins of a lifetime emerge frame by frame—the grotesqueness of childhood, the arrogance of youth, the absurdity of middle age, like bayonets and ice picks, cutting through time, blood spurting, life condensed into dust, and the wind blows. scattered.

When I reached the end of the muddy road, the scene of traffic was nothingness...

Then, he woke up.

It was dark in the room.

No matter how bright the moonlight is, it can't shine in.

blocked from the room.

The tingling pain on his body told him the fact that he was still alive.

A very strong sense of vomiting came from the stomach for a while.

When he stumbled and gritted his teeth and rushed to the toilet, his whole body was covered in cold sweat.

If one survives, there will be future fortunes.

But after surviving a catastrophe, the body will bring the strongest rejection reaction.

When he returned to the bed with all his strength, Kosaka Hongwu collapsed again.

Originally, he was struggling to take a few breaths of air, but the intense exhaustion overwhelmed him again.

When he woke up again, Ji Chuan appeared next to his bed holding a bowl of porridge.

Junior high school students seem to never understand the cruelty of this world.

It seems like they put on a smile every day.

What they are worried about at this time is only the damn homework and the interpersonal relationship in the school.

Who did something ugly.

I like that girl, do you want to confess or something.

"Mr. Xiaoban? How is your body recovering?"

"I seemed to hear the sound of wrestling last night. Did something happen?"

"If you need help, there is a bell here, just press it, and someone will come."

Kosaka Takehiro thanked him, and glanced at the porridge that Ji Chuan sent over, feeling a little palpitated.

But if you say not to eat, the consequences may be more serious.

Just think of it as paying for your glimpse of hell this time.

Unlike before, Takehiro Kosaka ate very slowly this time.

As before, Ji Chuan seemed to enjoy reading next to him.

He took out the book again from his satchel and sat aside.

"Like reading?"

Kosaka Takehiro asked.

"Well, I like it very much."

"This is?"

"It's very hot recently."

"Reading should not follow the masses."

"Well, what Mr. Xiaoban said makes sense, but the teacher from the small courtyard wrote it very well."

"Teacher?"

"The author of this book, Kazuki Koin, will be a great poet."

"Will it be?"

"Yes, everyone says that."

Takehiro Kosaka searched the author named Kazuki Koin with his not-so-clever head, and found that he didn't have any impression.

"A newcomer?"

But it looks like a trendy journal, how can a newcomer be in a trendy journal.

After chatting for a few words, Takehiro Kosaka closed his eyes to rest.

His spirit is very tired.

Last night, I was a little afraid to go back to sleep.

As soon as you close your eyes, your twilight self will appear in front of you very clearly.

There was silence in the room for a while.

Ji Chuan suddenly asked, "Why did Mr. Kosaka do that?"

"How?"

"It's...suicide."

"suicide……"

Takehiro Kosaka didn't know what to say.

He didn't seem to intend to commit suicide, but to escape.

but……

It seemed that his previous actions were indeed like a desperate suicide.

"I encountered some things and couldn't solve them, so..."

Takehiro Kosaka smiled wryly, there is no need to tell the child too much about some things.

Ji Chuan hummed lightly.

After a short silence, he said again: "I don't think suicide is good, you are right, Mr. Xiaoban."

"Has Classmate Zi always been so caring?"

"I do not know."

"do not know?"

Kosaka Takehiro turned his head to look over.

Ji Chuan put down his book, lowered his head and thought.

A ray of light slowly climbed up the window sill.

When he raised his head suddenly, the light jumped onto Ji Chuan's face.

"Mr. Kosaka's eyes at that time, he really wanted to live."

Kosaka Hongwu was silent.

"So I thought, since Mr. Kosaka wants to live, he must be saved.

Father said before that nothing is more important than survival. "

It seems that I have been taught by a child.

"This sentence was said by my grandfather. The original sentence is that life is nothing but death."

Ji Chuan looked at Takehiro Kosaka with a smile: "So I think, since Mr. Kosaka wants to live, maybe nothing can trouble you."

"You little devil, what do you know?"

"hey-hey."

Ji Chuan scratched his head in embarrassment, it was a bit difficult to pretend to be an adult in front of an adult for the first time, and he was discovered.

Seeing that Takehiro Kosaka didn't speak any more, Azusa Jichuan looked at the book again.

It may be that the atmosphere in the room is a bit depressing, and I also feel that this is not very good for Ji Chuan.

Takehiro Kosaka broke the silence again.

"It's a bit difficult to read poetry at this time."

"Well, I don't understand it a bit." Ji Chuan was very calm.

"If you don't understand, do you still want to read poetry?"

"Teacher Xiaoyuan said at the beginning that a beautiful thing does not need to know what is behind him, he only needs to know that he is beautiful, and everyone has the right to appreciate beauty.

Even after seeing something beautiful, there is nothing to say, just say a damn thing.

Mr. Xiaoban, do you know what 'fuck' means? "

"What a strange pronunciation."

Takehiro Kosaka shook his head.

But don't deny it makes sense.

Seeing Jichuan immersed in the book again, Takehiro Kosaka remembered the poem from last night.

At that time, it sounded like my scalp was really numb.

"Is this a collection of poems?"

"Yes, Mr. Kosaka, it's a haiku."

"Haiku? Never heard of it."

"Yes, it seems to be a whole new genre of poetry."

"Then it must be pretty."

"Is such that."

Seeing that Ji Chuan was about to fall into it again.

Finally, Takehiro Kosaka couldn't help it, and said, "Can you, let me have a look, the poem was written last night really well."

Ji Chuan suddenly showed a bad smile.

It was as if his trick had succeeded.

"Okay."

Ji Chuan was very happy to hand it over. The happiest thing should be introducing the poems of the teacher in the small courtyard to others.

When he took Ji Chuan and handed it over, Takehiro Kosaka saw the verse on the opened page:
It reads like this:

In this world, it is like walking on hell and staring at the flowers.

……

He dragged the pain and swam into the darkness, his soul was shattered on the ground.

Someone lightly lit up a beam of light, slightly illuminating his face, hesitating.

Later, in the maze, in the darkness, that ray of light guides the way.

People say, incredible.

No surprise, he said.

……

(End of this chapter)