I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 75

Therefore, Mikio Kaneda in the book will still die in the end.

Because the title is supposed to be death.

I still remember what Mr. Jintian told Bei Daoju when he knew he was going to be written under the bridge.

"In the end I thought I was going to die."

His wrinkles became deeper as the light gradually dimmed.

"Everyone is going to die, what do you think, Mr. Bei Dao?"

Kaneda Mikio laughed a little.

A smile was squeezed out of the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"Besides, the name Mikio Kaneda is dead."

"And before long, I'll die with it, maybe in summer, maybe in winter, maybe...in spring."

The old cat in his arms meowed.

"So, I don't want Kaneda Gannan to live, is that okay, Mr. Bei Dao?"

"And what about Lily?"

Ju held the lily seed and asked.

"Her." The true tenderness of Mitsuo Kanada will always be given to Lao Mao and Lily.

He said without hesitation: "She will live, with our love."

……

So Mitsuo Kaneda will die, yes.

Because all men die.

But Mikio Kaneda is definitely not a person who tries to end his life at any time.

Even if he decides to die.

Then it must be with the most passionate love for the world, to meet your own deadline.

This is the Mitsuo Kaneda in this book, and Mr. Kaneda brought by Qiaodong.

Ju wrote a lot eloquently.

Paper covered the entire table.

It was still early when I opened the door.

But the rain stopped.

The sun did not appear due to the thick clouds.

The first generation has always been active downstairs.

Seeing Kou coming downstairs, she raised the sweet potato in her hand to say hello.

"Sweet potatoes should be eaten roasted, and sweet potatoes, I always feel that if they are roasted, they are a bit nondescript."

Ju remembered that there were still a few sweet potatoes in the corner of the yard.

It's just that it's raining today, so if you want to bake it, you may have to wait for a long time.

"How's the writing going?"

The first generation lit a charcoal fire.

Very excited to arrange the sweet potatoes one by one.

"I figured it out. I guess it's about this time."

"You really look like a boar, Ju."

Wild boars are usually used to praise people, and they are used to describe people's bravery and bravery.

After hearing this, Ju smiled: "If Mr. Oshima is here, maybe he will say that I am like a sow."

"Hahahaha, it sounds like Mr. Oshima is not very serious either."

The first generation has heard of this stalk.

"Yes, Mr. Oshima is not a good person either."

With a smile on the corner of Kuma's mouth, he fiddled with the charcoal fire to make it evenly heated.

The two were talking and laughing.

The air has become a lot easier.

Accompanied by the charcoal fire, it becomes more and more red.

The night is also like paper soaked in oil and turned translucent.

Sun wanted to show his face before going down, but was hugged by Ye involuntarily.

He couldn't tell the difference at all.

Perhaps it is the passion of the night, intoxicated by the sun.

Therefore, the night after the sunset and sunset glow recedes is also blush.

It's like the fire is shining on the face of the first generation.

"This book may follow what Mr. Oshima said, pass five stages and kill six generals." The first generation waved a small wooden stick in his hand.

She was very excited: "Then successfully won the championship!"

"That's the champion."

"We haven't started participating yet, maybe we won't get anything."

The horse poured cold water aside.

But the first generation held a small wooden stick against his chest, and his small face was puffed up: "It is not allowed to say such depressing words, it must be allowed."

The first generation moaned and chirped: "After all, the horse is very powerful!"

Looking at this little fan girl of his own, Ju's heart warmed up.

He didn't respond, but said suddenly: "Spring is coming soon."

Although I don't know what he meant by this sentence.

But, who doesn't yearn for spring.

The first generation also nodded excitedly: "Yes, spring is coming."

"Then, write a poem for the first generation."

Ju suddenly stood up, his thin body was deeply engraved in the night under the light of the charcoal fire.

So tall and straight.

With a gust of spring breeze, my heart was a little restless.

Is he going to write poetry to himself?

"Is it a haiku?"

The first generation asked in surprise.

"No, it's modern poetry."

The horse pointed in the direction of walking during the day.

He said with a smile: "Let's take the road we walked during the day to create, and write a spring poem that belongs to us."

The original seal applauds.

Remember when the jerk said he didn't write that haiku.

At that time, Ju had a kind of indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

But now.

Although there are not many words, it has already begun to have a human flavor.

Under the angry eyes of the first generation, Kua snatched the small wooden stick from her hand, and then stirred up a circle in the night sky.

The voice now took on a lazy taste.

After being grilled by charcoal fire, it is warm.

"Along the lovely suburban tram

There are happy white houses

There is a path that invites a walk. "

modern poetry.

Not haiku.

As soon as the first generation heard it, it was not bound by rhythm.

After losing the stick, she had no choice but to put her chin on her hands and look at the horse with bright eyes.

Ku thought for a while, then continued:
"No one rides, no one gets off
field station
Along the lovely suburban tram
however

I also saw the chimneys of the nursing home

Under cloudy skies in March
the tram slowed down
I let momentary fatalism
Replace it with the fragrance of plum blossoms"

fatalism?
If you write about spring, shouldn't it be... bustling?
Why mention nursing homes?
Will it be the same as before?

Will all vitality disappear in Uncle's exuberant spring? ,

Do you lament that life is beautiful but short?

After a long time, the first generation thought it was over.

She has conceived thousands of words of comfort in her mind.

Although I don't know what his experience in writing this poem is.

But I always feel that the previous verses reveal a sense of fate.

Just as he was about to stand up, he saw Kou draw a line on the ground with a small stick.

Wire?
First generation doubts.

Then he pointed to the line.

Said the last line of the poem:
"Along the lovely suburban tram

No entry except in spring"

Is it forbidden to enter except in spring?

After the first generation slowly muttered a few times, he happily jumped up from the spot.

She looked extremely excited.

This poem is really cute.

I thought it was a...

So it turns out that there is such a cute side hidden in his heart?

The first generation took a few steps in the direction of the horse.

It turns out that this is the charm of a writer.

In their hearts, they pretend to be the beauty of the whole world.

Thinking of this, the first generation moved even faster.

Then, taking the opportunity to pass sweet potatoes to Ju, she leaned on Ju for a short while.

"Yeah, except for spring, others are forbidden to enter."

(End of this chapter)