I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 70 Red Hat

After being called his name, Kosaka Takehiro didn't raise his head, but just waved his hands like this.

It looked like something was said in his mouth, but because of the distance, he couldn't hear it clearly.

This made the person calling him very unhappy.

It seemed that he didn't give the corresponding face, and then he planned to turn around and walk over to have a good talk with him.

But he was stopped by Mitsuo Jintian.

"There's no need to talk about bureaucracy when it comes to literature, and the writer teacher doesn't like that." Mikio Kaneda hurriedly cleared up a place for Kuma and Tsuyoshi to sit down.

Then he hurriedly prepared some so-called food and entertainment.

It can be seen that since hearing that his name was used by a writer to write a book, Mikio Kaneda has been in a better mental state.

It even surpassed the degree of healing brought by the old cat before.

A group of people were busy making a group on the sidelines.

The man named Takehiro Kosaka didn't seem to be aware of what was going on around him.

Still staring at the book in his hand seriously.

After the first generation looked at it from a distance for a while, he let out a small sigh.

"that book……"

I didn't see it before because there were too many people.

But after they left, if you look carefully, you can easily find the cover of the book.

Dassaiya haiku.

And it's the latest one.

"He, he just came here recently."

Mitsuo Kaneda took out some snacks out of nowhere, and carefully walked over with them in his arms.

He used a discarded white rubber board as the table top, and then piled up several large and small stones, which were tentatively used as the corners of the table.

After putting the snacks on the table, he turned to get hot water again.

"I heard that he almost died of freezing on the side of the road, but was rescued by a kind person.

Although he said that the kind-hearted person waived the medical expenses, he still said that he would repay the money. "

When Mitsuo Kaneda talked about this matter, his expression was more or less awkward.

It seemed as if he was talking about himself.

But compared to himself, this guy appears to be more motivated.

"So, this and that book?"

The first generation is still curious.

These days, it wouldn't be out of the ordinary to have a homeless man get into a fight with someone over an empty wine bottle at dawn.

But letting a homeless man hold a book and read it seems very inconsistent.

"He, originally wanted to die, but he said those sentences saved him."

Mitsuo Kaneda poured hot tea for Kou and the first generation, and after apologizing, he continued: "He said, life is given by that family, and spiritual rebirth is given by the teacher of the small courtyard?"

"Teacher?"

"Yes, Kazuki Xiaoyuan, it is said that he is a very popular writer recently." When Mikio Kaneda said this, he glanced at Bei Daoju quietly.

It seems impolite to mention other people in front of this writer.

"It is said that his words have the power of redemption."

"After he read those words, his whole person changed."

"So, do the words of that small courtyard teacher really have that magical power?"

Mitsuo Kaneda asked suspiciously.

The foal didn't answer.

The first generation always pursed his lips and smiled, sneaking a look at Bei Daoju who was sitting aside from time to time.

But Takehiro Kosaka, who had been reading a book not far away and kept silent, ran over after hearing it.

The tone is particularly firm: "That is not a kind of magic power, it is the exploration of the most essential life."

"So since you originally went to explore the most essential life, why did you come here and become us?"

Mikio Kaneda asked back.

Now Takehiro Kosaka was overwhelmed by the question.

He thought about it for a long time. At first, he wanted to say some words to refute stubbornly, but in the end he just spit out a few words silently through the movement of his upper and lower lips:

"Because... because I haven't figured it out yet."

Then he seemed to think of something again.

He raised his head abruptly, and looked hopefully at Bei Dao Kou who was sitting opposite him.

He bowed to show his respect, and then asked with an excited look on his face: "Teacher, this teacher, I think you should know the teacher of the small courtyard, right?"

"Why do you suddenly ask that?"

"You must know him, right?"

Seeing Takehiro Kosaka's earnest expression, Kitajima Koma didn't want to deny it, so he could only nod his head slightly and acknowledge him.

Perhaps it was because of Mikio Kaneda's special respect for Kitajima, or because of the special filter for writers, which made Takehiro Kosaka very willing to believe that Kitajima knew Kazuki Koinou.

So he took out a neatly stacked letter from his pocket.

He handed it to Bei Daoju very respectfully.

"I think if it wasn't for the teacher in the small courtyard, I might be an empty shell, like a walking dead all day long, just living aimlessly like this.

But it is different now.

So for me, the teacher in the small courtyard has the grace of regeneration.

I thought, if possible, please ask the writer teacher to help me deliver this letter to the teacher in the small courtyard.

Say my thanks. "

This is the first time I have received letters from readers.

Looking at the letter handed over by Takehiro Kosaka, Koma felt unreal.

"Why don't you send it yourself?"

Mitsuo Kaneda seemed very unhappy that Takehiro Kosaka asked Mr. Kitajima to do things as soon as he came up.

After hearing this, Takehiro Kosaka looked at Mitsuo Kaneda confidently and said, "Are people like us qualified to send a letter to the teacher of the small courtyard?"

Kaneda Kanan's expression changed when he said this.

Yes, it seems that they really can't reach their class.

Even Bei Daoju, who was sitting aside at the moment, was not so real to Mikio Kaneda.

Even with a little illusory.

He didn't quite believe that he could be written into a book.

But other writers and teachers have said that... "So, I'm leaving soon."

Kosaka Takehiro said suddenly.

"why?"

"I'm here because they all say you know a writer."

"Is this letter your purpose?"

"I always thought it was a lie, after all who can think of a writer?

However, I didn't expect, yes, I'm sorry Mr. Jintian, I misunderstood you. "

Kosaka Takehiro bowed again to Mikio Kaneda.

It seems that everyone is not accepting such rapid changes.

A homeless man ran over in a daze and hammered his head. Damn it, things happened too fast, and his brain was not enough.

Asshole, why can't I grow four brains.

"Wait." He supported his head: "What are you going to do?"

"Didn't you say you didn't know before, didn't you think about it?"

He couldn't accept that after becoming a homeless man, he could still walk out of this world.

This sounds a bit like fantasy.

Takehiro Kosaka seemed to have guessed the question they wanted to ask.

He hehe smiled.

He took out a red hat from his pocket and put it on his head.

"Look, a red hat, and I'll be handling luggage at the station."

(End of this chapter)