I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 44 It is snowing outside the nunnery, and there is only one person burning the fire. (Seek to follow up)
In many cases, Oshima Kazu can also be an excellent editor for a reason.

For this ability to quickly accept new things, I have to give him a thumbs up.

Originally, Oshima Kazuya's proposal was to accompany Kitajima Koma for a walk.

But after this proposal was rejected by the horse, he no longer insisted.

After parting at the fork in the road, Koma was the only one left on the street.

Stepping on the light circle projected by the street lamp on the ground, he walked towards the tavern step by step.

When approaching the tavern, the halo is no longer a circle.

A few lanterns hanging at the door cooperate with the street lamps, spreading the light round and round like ripples.

It's just that the horse's prediction was a little wrong.

I don't know why today, but the people in the tavern left early.

Pushing the door open, I saw the Ito family cleaning.

Boss Ito raised his head and saw that it was Bei Daoju, and happily called out that the boy is back.

Mrs. Ito asked with concern if she had eaten.

The first generation smiled at Kitajima Koma as always.

The light in the wine room was very warm, and he thought that this was most likely not due to the heating in the room.

When a beam of light is endowed with a definition, even cold light shines on the body differently.

When the night comes, looking at the lights of the city, you will not feel flustered or uncomfortable.

Because I know very well in my heart that in a corner of this city, there is such a light that is lit for myself.

Kazuo Oshima also asked a question.

He said that although the manuscript fee in his hand is not very much, and he cannot afford to buy his own house, it can at least support him to move out.

Why do you still have to stay in the tavern of Ito's family, doing those hard jobs, and not getting a salary.

I heard from Boss Ito last time that this young man usually doesn't make any demands, and he is never picky about food.

Many times I just eat some cold rice, just to fill my stomach.

This situation has never happened in Neon.

Never before has a writer lived in such a state of despair.

After asking this question, Kitajima Koma didn't think about it for a long time.

He just said a word.

"Even if we move out, there are no lights."

Oshima Kazuya didn't realize what this had to do with the lamp for a while.

It should only be a monologue unique to a literati.

Did not pay too much attention.

Writers have more or less eccentricities.

It's better than hanging yourself upside down, or smelling rotten apples, etc.

If he was willing to stay at Ito's house, as long as he was always inspired, Oshima Kazuya wouldn't mind at all.

……

After cleaning, the Itos went upstairs to rest early.

Noticing that Koma, who used to like to nest in the room, did not go upstairs this time, the first generation became curious.

She always remembered how Bei Daoju stood alone in the yard that night.

I always feel that there is a very unique feeling about him.

Free from the world?
The first generation found Kitajima Koma in the yard.

There he built a fire.

The whole person squatted beside the fire, his chin resting on his knees, his eyes stared blankly at the fire.

When I walked in, I couldn't see anything other than the dancing fire in my pupils.

"Can I sit here?"

The first generation asked in a low voice.

Afraid of alarming Bei Daoju.

Seeing Ju nodding, she moved lightly, sat down and unconsciously leaned towards Bei Daoju.

The flames were not very strong, but the fragmentary sparks flew out because the long-burning wood was broken.

After drawing an arc in the air, the little fire lights went out around.

It's like fireworks.

The first generation thought so.

"Suddenly I want to watch fireworks, but the firework festival is going to be in summer." The first generation put his head in his hands and looked up at the sky.

Kitajima Koma turned his head sideways to see the face of the girl gently supported by the flames.

There was something unique in the girl's eyes that he didn't have.

At least the ones he doesn't have right now.

Maybe it's called longing.

With longing, there is also something called hope.

The first generation didn't feel embarrassed because Bei Daoju didn't answer, but she smiled happily.

"I like the current atmosphere very much." Her voice was very soft, like snowflakes falling gently on the branches, without weight, but with a caring feeling: "When I was in school, I was overwhelmed by various activities and papers. Got a little out of breath."

She didn't go to see Bei Daoju, it was more like a monologue by the fire by a person under the night sky.

The world was silent.

Only the burning fire and her voice remained.

"Back at home, don't look at my father and mother, in fact, they will often quarrel. Regarding the operation of this shop, although it is not worth mentioning in my opinion, it is just a small shop.

But my father said that it was the capital of survival, and he had to take good care of the small shop, which was passed down from my grandfather. He wanted to expand, but my mother disagreed.

My mother also told me to study hard and not go home. It would be embarrassing for a top student to come home and do this.

They have a common point of view on the issue of my job search, trendy, trendy, trendy, always talking about it.

When cooking at night, my father had already said it a thousand times. "

The first generation paused for a moment, and she suddenly thought, why did she tell Ju about such troublesome things.

Maybe he didn't understand, or maybe he wasn't listening.

But unexpectedly, at this time, Bei Daoju hummed softly beside him.

Not too loud or not.

The first generation suddenly turned his head, and found that Bei Daoju didn't look at her, but was still staring at the fire.

Just now I thought I was hallucinating, but I heard Bei Daoju say again: "I'm listening."

After a brief hesitation, she realized what had happened.

His eyes were bent into crescent moons, his mouth was smiling, and his voice became lighter all of a sudden.

Instead of continuing to talk about those unhappy things, she began to share with Bei Daoju those interesting things about her in school.

"Stop talking about that?"

Kitajima Koma fiddled with the fire.

Again a lot of sparks splashed out.

"Don't talk about it, let him do those things." The first generation smiled sweetly: "Isn't it the so-called future? What's the matter?"

……

Today's yard is not the same as usual.

One more person.

Then there was another voice.

It seems that the girl's silver bell-like laughter disturbed the snowflakes on the branches from time to time.

Snowflakes fell rustlingly, leaving no trace of being scorched by the fire.

In the latest issue of Dassaiya Haiku, there is such a haiku:
It was snowing outside the nunnery, and there was only one person burning the fire.

Tonight, there is no snow.

By the fire...not alone.

(End of this chapter)