I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 7 A Not-so-Famous Person

After the meal, the two agreed on some details.

When talking about the signature, Kazuya asked what kind of pen name Kitajima Koma would take.

Because many writers like to use pen names as their image labels when writing books.

For example, the well-known Dazai Osamu’s real name is Tsushima Shuji, and Natsume Soseki’s real name is Natsume Kinnosuke. The more interesting thing is that Neon has a haiku master named Matsuo Basho. As for why it is called Basho, it is because Basho cannot bear fruit when the climate is cold. , which means "poetry is useless".

But in the end, it was this self-deprecating useless guy who made a giant in the history of haiku that can never be avoided.

Even Kobayashi Yicha and Xie Wucun, who came from behind, are far behind, let alone Masaoka Shiki.

To use an inappropriate analogy, the status of Matsuo Basho in neon haiku is similar to that of Li Bai in Tang poetry.

One person can arbitrarily rule the ages!

Bei Daoju thought for a while: "Kazuki Xiaoyuan."

"This sounds strange, does it have any special meaning?"

"There is no special meaning."

Seeing that Kou didn't really want to talk and didn't continue to ask.

And of course respect his choice.

A pen name has a strange reason for every writer.

……

After finishing all the matters, it was getting late when I walked out of the trendy gate.

Thinking of being trendy all day today and not helping in the store, I guess the store should be very busy.

In the evening, I will always get complaints from Boss Ito.

But when I returned to the store, there were no expected complaints.

"I'm home?"

Mr. Ito greeted Kou, from the tone of his voice, he should be in a good mood.

"Going out to do errands today? Are you looking for a home? Got a clue?"

I heard Ju said before that he didn't know where his home was, so he was wandering outside all the time.

The original reason was a bit outrageous, but at this time it was exceptionally reasonable.

After all, when Bei Daoju approached him, his head was still bleeding, and he was in a daze.

Mostly because I couldn't bear the pressure, and then I did some stressful behaviors, which caused trauma or something like that.

After all, there are still many people seeking death during this period of time.

"Well...well, I'm sorry, I've been busy until now, and I haven't helped in the store."

Mr. Ito waved his hand to show that it was all right, after all, before Koma came, he came here in the same way.

Besides, the store wasn't very busy at noon, and the activity time of those drunkards would be at night.

"By the way, you will be more relaxed in the future, and you will have one more helper."

"helper?"

Ju remembered that Boss Ito said that he would not find a buddy.

What about a small business, there is not so much money to hire a guy to help.

Just as he was thinking, a very beautiful girl emerged from the curtain at the back.

That girl was very sweet, and when she smiled at Ju, she had cute dimples on both sides of her cheeks.

"First generation, my daughter, Ito first generation."

Ju remembered that the boss had said that he had a very good daughter who was studying at the Faculty of Literature at the University of Tokyo.

Is that her?

Ju greeted the first generation: "Hi, my name is Bei Daoju, just call me Ju, and I will work as a clerk in your father's shop. Please take care of me in the future."

"Hello, just call me the first generation. During this period of vacation, I will also help in the store. Please take care of me in the future."

When the first generation laughed, his eyes bent into two moons, shining with twinkling light.

"When Mr. Oshima comes here today, go and say hello to him more often to make a good impression. If you can, you will be able to enter the trendy job.

That is a rare opportunity, many people dream of being trendy! "

After Boss Ito muttered a few words, he walked into the back room. There was still more than an hour left before the evening restaurant, and he had to prepare the ingredients.

After Boss Ito left, the first generation of Kazuma remained in the store.

The first generation looked at the clothes on Ju, and frowned: "Father really is, isn't it cold to dress like this in this weather? Since they are all taken in, then one of the clothes must be given."

Feeling the care of the first generation, Ju smiled shyly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's warmer inside the house, and I don't usually go out much.

So you don't need so many thick clothes, this one is enough.

And... when I get busy at night, I have to take off my coat, otherwise I will be hot and sweaty. "

"If you want to be cold, you have to tell your father. After all, he is an employee in the store now, and he has to be responsible."

The first generation looked at the horse, but didn't say much.

Instead, he went to the wall and sorted out some menus hanging on the wall.

Replace the dishes that were eliminated before, and then add some new ones.

This kind of thing that requires cultural people is naturally handed over to the top students in the family, and the first generation has always been doing this.

After each renewal, the boss Ito will proudly tell the diners that this is the first generation, written by a top student at the University of Tokyo.

Diners will also let out bursts of exclamation.

Even if such a scene happened several times, every time there would be cheers that should have sounded.

No one gets bored.

Because he was originally a high-achieving student, the kind that is rare to see.

At this time, there was nothing to do in the store, and the only activity was being done by the first generation.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere in the store, Koma walked into the backyard.

The backyard is a bit wide, and on the edge of the yard, there is a wintersweet tree.

He likes to stay under the wintersweet tree.

The snow on the branches has been cleared by someone, and now it is the blossoming wintersweet blooming proudly on the branches.

When the snowflakes fall from the sky, a little will fall on the plum blossoms, which is a beautiful embellishment.

This wintersweet tree was planted very early, with crooked branches and a little wrinkled bark, just like Boss Ito's wrinkles, looking up from the ground, winding and twisting, embedded in the sky.

"Put a branch of winter plum in your sleeve, and it will be called spring."

Ju muttered something.

"what?"

The voice of the first generation came from behind.

"what?"

"It's what you said just now, that haiku, I didn't hear clearly."

The first generation walked up to the horse and looked up at the wintersweet tree.

"Um……"

The foal repeated.

"It's called spring..."

"What a nice view……"

When the first generation raised his head, his neck was exposed.

Her neck is round and smooth, and her skin is like round and natural jade, not dry at all.

The snowflakes were blown into the neck by the wind, and the first generation shivered.

"This sentence is so beautiful, why haven't I heard it before, who said it?"

She recalled the haiku poets with names in her mind, and found that no one could be right.

"Hmm... a not-so-famous person."

Kou tilted his head and smiled.

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(End of this chapter)