I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 68 Amidst the Crowd...

So, after the night falls, we are our real selves.

And what does the real self look like?

Don't deliberately cater to others.

You don't need to laugh at others with your own embarrassing things.

Face your sorrows and indulge your joys.

Don't worry about becoming Oba Yozo.

Because when the sun rises, these desires hidden deep in the heart will be suppressed again.

but.

Humans always have to live.

Put on a mask, show a smiling face to the superiors, etc., to please them, and then get some small favors or something, which is enough to feed and clothe.

and so……

Not that everyone is afraid of becoming Ohba Yozo.

It means that everyone cannot become Oba Yozo.

Even becoming him is a luxury.

Because in this world, there are few people who can cut off their shackles.

Which one is not bound by invisible chains, crawling forward with shambling steps?

"So Mr. Okawa is successful?"

Ito Hatsudai asked Kitajima Koma, who was leaning against the door frame and staring at the wintersweet tree motionlessly.

"If it succeeds..." Ju thought for a while, "It can't be regarded as success or failure."

"Some people live well, some live poorly, some live out of themselves, and some seem a bit aggrieved, but at least they live materially well."

Ju shook his head: "It's not easy to comment, I can only say that their pursuits are different."

"So, what is the original intention of disqualification in the world?" At first, the first generation also thought that this book just kept pulling others down, so that they could not see the light.

"Maybe it's enough to watch me degenerate. As for you, just live a good life."

"Indulgence can't become me, no one will become me, after all, what I have in my hands is just one life."

When Kitajima Koma turned around, Hatsudai saw the look in his eyes.

There is no pity as imagined, and no expression is revealed inside.

More like a pool of stagnant water.

In this way, he told the monologue of Ohzo Oba, or the monologue of Masato Okawa.

But anyway, Mr. Okawa is remembered, isn't he?

The horse let out a soft breath.

After the warm weather passed, the hot air lost its shape and could not hold.

So all sighs, as long as they are soft, will not be so easy to be discovered.

"I think Mr. Okawa will thank Koma."

The first generation suddenly moved a little closer to the horse.

Perhaps it was some recent events that made her feel the fragility of life.

Or it may be because in this state where life was originally sprouting, so many lives died, which seemed contrary and desolate.

In short, after all kinds of things come together.

Let her add some unwarranted sadness.

I always want to say something, but it seems that the words are on my lips and I can't spit them out. In the end, I can only turn into a heavy sigh.

This sigh was very heavy, there was no way to let it go, and it was heard by the horse.

"Are you feeling sorry for Mr. Okawa?"

"Actually, there is no need. Mr. Okawa has never cared about other people's opinions."

"But, hasn't he always said that he is a bad person?" The first generation was incredible, and he had never heard such remarks.

Masato Okawa has been at the winery for a while.

And Bei Daoju only had contact with him a few times.

"That's his evaluation of himself." Bei Daoju shook his head lightly: "This is what makes him great."

The courtyard has been very quiet.

And the bar, which had been noisy before, was also extremely quiet during this time.

The impact of disqualification in the world has not completely passed.

After returning to the room, she saw Yuriko squatting on the desk, tilting her head and looking at herself who opened the door.

After watching itself walk over, it stretched out its small paws and gently pointed at the messy papers on the table.

There was great doubt in the small eyes.

Normally, he would just sit here and poke at these white flakes with a pole.

But why come back so late today.

Although Yuriko couldn't understand what he was doing.

But I always feel that it is a very important thing.

So it will choose to be there quietly.

When bored, he wags his tail.

It's just that sometimes, he will sit up late, so it will feel very sleepy.

Sitting will doze off.

But if you get down, it seems that you will squeeze him again.

So it's still good to hold on.

Looking at Yuriko who was the same as usual, and who was going to stay by her side with sleepiness.

The horse smiled.

"If you're tired, go to sleep."

"Meow."

Yuriko's attitude is very decisive.

It is to accompany.

"In that case, sleep here."

Seeing Yuriko meowing in protest, Koma could only put it on his lap.

This child is good at everything else, but he is too clingy to himself.

Not at all like a cat should be.

Such a dependence may come from the instinct to be close to the owner, or because it knows only him in this world.

Two lonely souls cling to each other.

Although the wintersweet tree in the small courtyard has reached the end of its flowering period, the flowers began to fall slowly.

but……

The flowers here should be blooming, right?

Maybe?
Oshima Kazuya told him before that the recent disqualification in the world has had a great impact.

It is even so big that it is the kind of existence that is going to be sprayed by the entire literary world.

Then Koma asked Oshima Kazuya a question.

"Then Oshima-sensei, do you think that Disqualification in the World really wants to lead everyone into the abyss?"

Oshima Kazu did not answer directly, he said something like this:

"At the final stage of making the whole book, the editor-in-chief took a look."

It can be seen that although the editor-in-chief has always been criticized on weekdays, he is still full of admiration for the editor-in-chief: "He said that when everyone understands a truth, they will truly understand the meaning of the existence of disqualification in the world."

"what?"

the horse asked.

"That's... We are talking about the most obscure love for life in the midst of the crowd."

Then Oshima Kazuya chatted about the unprecedented impact of this trend.

There is no way this menacing onslaught was spontaneously initiated by those readers.

Oshima Kazuya raised his head and swallowed a sip of wine, and after smacking his lips, there was a fierceness in his eyes.

"I know who's behind this stuff."

Kitajima Koma had never seen Oshima Kazuya show such a face before.

Then he looked at Bei Daoju pleadingly: "Mr. Bei Dao, I hope you can work harder and write more things..."

Kou's thoughts returned to the table.

Looking at the scattered manuscripts on the table.

I have completely forgotten what Kazuya Oshima said.

　I originally planned to dig a little deeper in the section of Disqualification in the World, but I didn't expect to encounter such a situation, which caused all my thoughts to collapse.

　　But it’s hard to say, the chapter of disqualification in the world is over, and the next step is to slowly move down.

　　It is almost recovered now, and today is the last update.

　　Wait until tomorrow to start paying off the debt slowly.

　　What's more, I didn't expect that there would be so many bigwigs willing to support it. After all, this book is relatively small in comparison, and it is not a work of the concept of online writing at all.

　　So how should I put it, thank you all for your support.

　　Start paying off your debt tomorrow! ! !
　　Rush!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)