I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 72 A bunch of idiots

"Why do you want to eat oranges?"

My sister's voice was very clear, like that of a lark.

Even from far away, the doubts in the voice could be heard.

But then the sound disappeared.

No matter how much I tilted my ears towards that place, I couldn't hear the slightest bit.

"Maybe, oranges are delicious." The first generation said.

She gently stretched out her finger and tapped Ju's shoulder, and then heard the unique sweet voice of the first generation.

"What kind of fruit does the horse like to eat?"

"Fruit?" Ju thought for a while, as if he had never really considered this question.

I have always bought whatever I want to eat.

If you want to specify a fruit for him to choose...

"I'm not too sure either."

He decided to ask the opinion of the first generation: "What about the first generation?"

"orange."

The first generation said it without hesitation.

She said that when she was a child, her family always called her Chengzi because she liked oranges very much.

Until later, such a baby name was not suitable to continue to be called, so it never appeared again.

But this does not prevent her from liking oranges.

After the first generation finished speaking, he stared straight at the horse without speaking.

There is no questioning taste in the eyes, just looking at him very softly.

Ju thought for a while: "Then I am an orange too."

"What do you mean, then I am also an orange." The first generation was amused by Kua's words.

"Don't the horses have something they like to eat?"

"I really think that generally speaking, I will eat what I have."

"So which one will eat more?" The first generation put his hands behind his back, bouncing around, his hair undulating in the air, drawing a beautiful curve.

At the same time, because of the ups and downs of the umbrella, the rain collided with each other in the air, and then scattered into drops.

"I really want to eat watermelon."

Kou said suddenly.

"Yeah, I want to eat it too. But... I can't afford it."

The first generation has been looking forward to the arrival of summer for a long time.

At that time there was a firework show, and maybe a little watermelon could be bought to quench my thirst.

When I think of chilled watermelon, green skin and red sac, after one bite, the sweet and greasy juice spurts out.

If you are not paying attention, it may slowly flow down from the corner of your mouth.

The mouth is too small to cover it.

Then it gets all over your hands.

But that kind of cold feeling is the most desirable.

Kuma turned his head to the side, and saw the longing in the eyes of the first generation.

This made him start to look forward to it.

"What will summer be like?"

He hadn't paid attention to his side before.

After Mikio Kaneda, then the aggressive Takehiro Kosaka, and the girl next to her who has been clamoring to go to the fireworks show.

Oh, by the way, and Liriko should be sleeping in the bed now.

just feel...

In an instant, without even realizing it, my originally empty life was filled to the brim.

Although sometimes it feels a bit overwhelming.

But this feeling of being stuffed... is indeed quite good.

The two of them chatted one after another.

Originally, I planned to go for a walk in another direction after passing by the tavern.

But when passing by the tavern, he saw Oshima Kazuya standing at the door with a bag in his hand from a long distance away.

He looked like he was constantly looking into the distance.

Seeing Bei Daoju and the first generation, he didn't care about the rain outside, and ran over dripping with water.

"Ms. Oshima, it's raining outside." The first generation reminded.

It was only then that Oshima Kazuya seemed to wake up suddenly, and opened the umbrella with a bang.

"What's the matter? Teacher Oshima looks very anxious."

"It's about haiku." Kazuya Oshima frowned.

I've never seen him show such an expression before.

Half of his body was also wet by the rain.

"Because of considering the reform of haiku, I have been doing this quietly." Kazuya Oshima took out several reports from his bag, handed them to Koma, and continued:

"Although such a problem has never been raised on a formal occasion, it was still brought up."

"After all, my plan is to let more and more people try to write haiku through such a subtle influence, and then publish it through Dassaiya haiku.

There are more and more people writing haiku in this way, and the creation of post-haiku has always been in a half-dead state.

Wait until the trend is achieved, and it's done. "

"But something went wrong, right?"

Koma saw the report that Kazuya Oshima handed over.

#If the rhythm is lost, how can poetry be called poetry#
#Even if there is no successor for poetry, it should not try to do some stupid things#
#When lost all frame, poetry becomes no longer sublime#
……

These still sound good.

There are also some reports that are basically pointing their noses and spitting and cursing.

"So we didn't kill history, did we?"

Oshima Kazu was also a little speechless.

Which pot does not open which pot.

When Dassaiya's haiku was selling well before, it was his boasting in the office.

I don't know who spread the word.

Now the entire literary world regards this sentence as a joke.

Is an editor and a blank writer trying to change history?

"But, there should be more people writing haiku, right?"

The first generation turned his head sideways and saw the statement in the report: #新浪是被历史去杀#.

"A lot! Quite a lot!"

"Then why?"

That's the problem.

At the beginning, I thought that after losing some constraints, it might make the creation easier.

But the actual situation is not like this.

"There are indeed many people who contribute and write haiku, and they far exceed others." Oshima Kazuya also sighed: "But..."

"Kazuki Xiaoyuan can put everything into haiku, no matter it is elegant or vulgar."

"It is a great skill to write a very simple thing with an elegant meaning, and then it can be accepted by ordinary people."

"However, ordinary people don't have such skills.

They can only write popular things, and use some very strange tone. "

"for example?"

The first generation was a little curious.

What the hell did they write?
Let this editor teacher be so frowning.

"They write...shit."

As soon as the embarrassing thing was said, the conversation box suddenly opened.

"The teacher of Xiaoyuan can write because he has such ability. Generally speaking, this kind of writing is only used for horizontal and vertical comparison, and to elevate or extend the idea.

But what about the bastards? "

"They write, just write on these things.

Some dirty, nasty, and even unseen things are used by them in haiku, and then they say that these are so-called poems.

A bunch of idiots! "

(End of this chapter)