I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 6 He seems so out of tune with the world
Koma and Kazuya Oshima talked for a long time about some details about the initial manuscript.

The lady in charge of the reception opened the door and came in to remind them that it was lunch time before the two of them realized that the whole morning had just passed.

Oshima warmly extended an invitation to have lunch together, and said that the company has an internal canteen, and the food is very good.

Ordinary company employees only need to pay a small fee to have lunch.

And for writers like Bei Dao Kou who signed a contract with the company, they could enjoy free entertainment.

Oshima Kazuya also said that if Kitajima Koma becomes a well-known writer and is labeled as a literati, the company will have special funds to invite him to eat out.

You can choose that kind of very high-end hotel.

The grade is far higher than the izakaya where Koma works.

Ju didn't expect that he could have lunch for free, and of course he was very happy.

When the two walked out of the reception room, the snow outside became heavier.

"The snow fell early this year and it's much heavier than usual."

"Yeah, when I came here in the morning, I was so cold."

Bei Daoju shivered, but fortunately, the air conditioner in the house was turned on very high.

His warm clothes were the not-so-thick overcoat.

However, he doesn't usually go out, and usually chooses to nest in the store to warm up.

"The manuscript fee may take until next month, so..."

Oshima smiled helplessly.

Looking at Bei Daoju's ragged clothes, he knew that his life was not very easy.

At the same time, he remembered the figure working hard in the tavern last night.

In Neon, literati have a very unique status.

It is no exaggeration to say that they can be forgiven for doing anything that does not violate the law.

There was a not-so-famous writer before, at best he could be regarded as a second-rate writer. Even if he lost his limbs, he could flourish in the female circle.

And when many people condemned his private life for corruption, his wife stood by his side unswervingly, claiming that this is a writer and a literati should be romantic.

Because they have the kind of talent that no one else has.

In that ancient country in the East, a poem can be said very well.

The article is made by nature, and it is occasionally obtained.

That's right, this group of people just have good hands, and then they go to pick up articles that are only available above the sky.

But Bei Dao Kou is like an abandoned person.

I heard from Boss Ito that this young man did not pay his wages, and the meals he usually eats are leftovers from the diners.

It's just poor written on the face.

And I heard that not long ago, a very young boy was frozen to death on the roadside.

……

Kitajima Koma didn't know that Oshimakazu, who was walking aside, would think so much.

"Payments don't matter.

For now, I have something to eat and a place to sleep.

That's pretty good. "

Kazuya stopped in his tracks, he didn't expect Bei Daoju's request to be so simple.

"I have been struggling in the world so far, and the only thing I am willing to regard as the truth is one and only one sentence."

With his hands in his pockets, Bei Daoju said with a relaxed expression, "Everything will pass."

He knew what Kazuo Oshima was thinking too.

This person has had a hard time.

"It's as if Mr. Bei Dao remembered his previous life. It sounds like an old man is educating a child."

Hearing Kazuya's joke, Kitajima-koma smiled and did not speak.

"But everything will pass, I think this sentence is very good, mind if I write it down?

Maybe it will be used somewhere in the future. "

He also took out a notebook casually, as if he was the same as the security guard at this time.

"Of course, please feel free."

"Then... I want to ask Mr. Bei Dao a question."

"Just call me Juju."

"Excuse me, for now, what does Mr. Bei Dao think is happiness?"

Oshima also smiled, and he shrugged: "Sometimes I feel like I am a reporter, but because every writer thinks from a different perspective.

So when I chat with writers, I like to ask some of the same questions and wait for their explanation. "

"At the same time, I feel that you, Mr. Bei Dao, are different from the writers I have come into contact with. One is that you are very young, but it is strange that I see in you a calmness that is completely different from that of this age group.

It's like an old man who has lived for a long time. "

Happiness.

Kitajima thought for a while, and on the way to the cafeteria, he happened to pass a huge glass window.

Looking out of the window, there is a small river not far away. The small river twists and turns and clings to the side of the road.

Because of the snow, it had been frozen long ago, and it looked as if it had been dead for many days.

The snowflakes accumulated on the road were shoveled to the riverside early in the morning, which made the whole river look like a continuous graveyard.

Pale white.

There are still some loose snowflakes scattered on the river.

"Like that river."

Kitajima Koma pointed to the river.

"river?"

"I feel that happiness, such a thing as happiness, will sink to the bottom of the river of sorrow and glow faintly, like gold dust."

The light outside the window was stained with a different coldness by the snowflakes, and it passed through the glass window and fell on Bei Daoju's face.

The originally fair skin was inexplicably cold.

From Kazuya's point of view, Kitajima Koma is like an elf independent of the world, his eyes have a trace of sadness, as if... he can't integrate into this society.

So refined.

So out of place.

"So, Teacher Bei Dao, do you think the main tone of life is sadness?"

He also quickly wrote down what he said just now in his notebook, pondered for a while and asked.

"Let's say it's sad, because it's sad, so I will be happy all day for a little luck.

Because happiness appears rarely, so will be happy because of happiness.

If you were happy all day long, then there would be no definition of happiness. "

Bei Daoju suddenly shook his head, as if he had said something nonsense.

"But it's still the same sentence, everything will pass, let's look forward."

"That's the cafeteria, right? Let's go, I'm already so hungry that my chest is stuck to my back."

Kitajima Koma walked quickly towards the cafeteria without waiting for Kazuya to reply.

He who was left holding the notebook was also a little bit dumbfounded.

It seems to be educated by Teacher Bei Dao again.

With a deeper understanding, he found.

It seems that Mr. Bei Dao has an indescribable feeling.

Looking at the outside is happy, because he always smiles at people, but it seems that beneath the smile on this level is a soul that keeps crying.

And it has been used all the time, everything will pass.

suddenly.

He also saw the surface of the river outside, and he didn't know when he was hit by a stone.

A light came through the clouds and fell right on top of that.

There are dense cracks...

And also the scalp is numb.

(End of this chapter)