I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 69

Sitting at the table until midnight.

There was suddenly a bit of water vapor in the air.

The damp feeling gradually spread from the window into the house.

Finally, it slowly spreads all over the body.

After knowing it, I started to look at the window, only to find that the light had drawn an arc on the glass.

"It's raining?"

Kou looked out the window in a little surprise.

It's just because the lights are on in the house.

When he raised his head like this, he undoubtedly saw his own mirror image.

The person in the mirror stood up slightly, stretched his hand to the edge of the window, and was about to open the window.

There are not many corners where the light hits, but there is just one corner that can brighten the corner of the mouth, and the one in the mirror image is upward.

Yuriko felt Koma's emotional changes, although it didn't quite understand what happened.

But the foal's happy mood also affected it.

Meow meow meow like a baby call.

After opening the window.

A very gentle wind ran in, followed by a few scattered raindrops.

It was very small at first.

Then it gets bigger and bigger.

In less than a while, it turned into a torrential rain, pouring down like this.

But this rain doesn't mean any punishment, it looks more like a gift.

I don't know what to think.

One person and one cat watched the rain for a long time by the window, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, so they fell asleep lightly.

For fear of missing every moment of rain.

When I woke up in the morning, it was still raining outside.

That worry was swept away.

Taking advantage of the interest, he left Yuriko upstairs, and ran downstairs quickly with the umbrella in hand, stepping on the stairs in the process.

When I got to the door and was about to open the umbrella, I saw that the first generation seemed to have been standing there for a long time.

"I know Koma likes rainy days, so I waited here for a while."

"Do you want to go for a walk together?" The first generation seemed to miss the last time they went for a walk together.

Since the first generation of Ito has sent invitations, it would seem impolite to refuse.

The two did not choose the same route as last time.

"Where are we going?" The first generation looked at Ju walking all the way to the wilderness, and couldn't help being curious.

It's not that she's new here.

She has grown up here since she was a child.

As for the road here, I remember very clearly that it is clearly going to the bottom of the bridge hole.

What she was curious about was not that the route she took was different, but that the horse was not familiar with this place at all.

How did he know the way.

Thinking of this, she suddenly became curious again, what did he do the two days before he went out?

When I came back, I had a cat with me.

"Going to visit an old friend." Ju saw that the first generation looked at him suspiciously frequently.

"Old friend?"

"Yes, this friend is very old, so you can call him old friend." Ju tried to recall the appearance of Mr. Jin Tian.

In the end, I found that I didn't seem to have the ability to remember a person's face very well.

After thinking about it, I also remembered the obscene and flattering smile that Mr. Jintian showed towards him at the beginning.

After all, in this world, Mr. Jintian is one of the few people he knows.

Originally, Masato Okawa was considered one.

But he's gone.

So, right now, Mr. Kaneda is someone who can be known besides Oshima Kazuya.

Just looking at his appearance, it is estimated that this is what happened in the past few years.

On the way to the bridge hole, the surrounding grass has a little momentum.

The surrounding green arches the small gravel road.

Under the action of the wind, the rain turns into a mist like fine powder, which hangs gently in the air.

This scene reminds the first generation of a line in the haiku of Dassaiya.

The spring rain is falling on the grass path.

The flying canopy is flourishing.

What a beautiful text.

Sure enough, the person who can write this kind of words must be filled with the beauty of the whole world.

Then she realized another thing.

like……

The person next to me is the author.

She sneaked a sideways look, and found that when Koma's gaze came over, she felt like dodging away again.

After going back and forth like this, the two of them walked under the bridge hole.

Mr. Jintian is still the same as before, but this time he got a hood from somewhere and put it on his head crookedly.

Like those who are not happy to go out on rainy days, they hide under the bridge hole and stare blankly into the distance.

When he saw the foal coming, he was very happy, and ran into the tent and called the old cat's name.

Then he hugged him in his arms and stumbled towards the horse.

After seeing the first generation on the side, Mikio Kaneda seemed even happier.

"The teacher's wife is really pretty."

Such inadvertent words would make a young girl's cheeks feel hot.

It was still very early, but the blush sunset glow rose above the girl's fair face.

"she……"

Before Kou could explain, he was interrupted again by Mitsuo Kaneda.

"But it's true, the writer's wife looks very quiet, and she is also a very educated person. The two are really a good match." He exhausted the most admirable words he could think of: "So, why would you think about it today? Get up here."

"It's not suitable for the two of you to come here."

Before the horse could answer.

The homeless people in the tents around them sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain.

Then he surrounded Ju and the first generation with a single brain.

Looking at them with longing.

When this writer left last time, I heard that a book was going to be written under Mikio Kaneda's name.

This is a great gift.

This means that a hundred years later, Kano Kanada's current desperation will disappear, and everyone will remember that this is a character that exists in literary works.

Whether he is a beggar or an entrepreneur.

He'll be a mark anyway.

When some people encounter something, they will use that mark or code name to call it.

There is no doubt that this is a huge success.

So... what did Mikio Kaneda do?
Sent a cat or...

Anyway, this time they want to seize this opportunity.

If possible, I hope to write their names in the book called Mikio Kaneda.

It is also a satisfying thing to be a foil.

Looking at these homeless men who are still dressed in unique styles, Bei Daoju adds a sense of familiarity.

These people seem to be what I call my social circle in this world.

Although this social circle is also quite strange.

It's just that this time there is a new face under the bridge hole.

He looked very young, and his face did not have the look of the homeless.

The eyes were still flickering and spitting light.

He stood behind them with a book in his hand and didn't squeeze in.

After hearing that it was a writer, he just raised his head and took a look, then continued to bury his head in his book.

"Takehiro Kosaka, the writer teacher is here, what are you doing behind?"

Someone yelled like that.

(End of this chapter)