I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 76 He Is Bowing To Himself
The day of school is approaching.

Gone is the holiday vibe.

There was even a hint of lifelessness in the air.

The first generation was very distressed.

One was distressed that he had to go back to school to be beaten by Professor Ueno.

Professor Ueno will assign a series of tasks and let his students complete them without any help.

And all of them are included in the assessment.

Therefore, after arriving at the school, basically the library cannot leave.

Also, you can no longer play with the foal.

It is said to be playing, but in fact it is nothing more than chatting together.

Because of the blessing of her aura, she admired this "roommate" who lived in her own home.

Being a neighbor with a writer is definitely a very good choice.

Even counting down, almost no one will have such news.

After returning to school, maybe I won't be able to hear Kou's poems like last night.

Speaking of which, last night's horse was really amazing.

The figure became extremely tall, and under the light of the charcoal fire, it was deeply imprinted in the night sky, indelible.

With some grief, I packed all my luggage and packed it.

The first generation finally waved goodbye to everyone.

Kou originally planned to visit a nearby bookstore, so he dropped off the first generation on the way.

He stopped at the station gate.

Because I saw a familiar person.

Wearing a red hat, you will be very enthusiastic when you see people with luggage.

Because of that enthusiastic smile and the standard ninety-degree bow, it is not impossible to get a little tip.

Takehiro Kosaka did not expect to meet Kitajima Koma and Ito Hatsudai here.

That smile didn't change, but it was obvious that it came from the heart.

"What a coincidence." Takehiro Kosaka reached out to take the luggage of the first generation.

"It turns out that Mr. Kosaka is carrying luggage here."

"Yeah, this is also a very meaningful job."

Takehiro Kosaka smiled brightly: "I saw a lot of people at the station who felt uncomfortable because they left their hometown."

"Some people will cry at the farewell here, and some people will be very confused because they came to Tokyo.

Every piece of luggage is always their only sustenance, and I am the person responsible for keeping them.

So, it doesn't look very..."

Takehiro Kosaka thought for a long time, but he didn't know what kind of word to use to describe it.

Ju added appropriately: "It's great."

"No, no, no, this cannot be described as great." Takehiro Kosaka looked very panicked: "This word is used to describe people like you, I... I am just a very ordinary person, a person who carries luggage at the station Just buddy."

"You're wrong, Mr. Kosaka."

Ju waved his hand: "The word great is used to describe you, or it belongs to you."

He pointed to the luggage-carrying people by the station, all of them wearing red hats.

"Work is the most honorable thing, isn't it? And just now Mr. Kosaka said that you are the one who is responsible for keeping their trust.

What is such an act but greatness? "

Takehiro Kosaka was very embarrassed to say this.

At first I thought it was Koma joking, but I looked up and saw Koma's serious expression.

He bowed deeply to the horse again to thank him.

"Thank you, Teacher Bei Dao, I think this should be the greatest affirmation for me."

His voice trembled a little.

No one has ever been so sure of him.

Also a writer teacher.

Suddenly, Takehiro Kosaka realized: "Mr. Bei Dao, are you going out?"

But he looked at the single luggage in his hand.

If it is said that two people are going out, the luggage of this weight seems to be too little.

and……

Are the two of them together?
It doesn't look like it.

Teacher Bei Dao's eyes are often not on the first generation.

I don't know where he is looking, I always feel erratic.

Perhaps this is the unique temperament of the writer.

However, here in the first generation...

Takehiro Kosaka shook his head.

It's better to make less assumptions about this kind of thing.

"No, she's going to school."

"So it is."

Takehiro Kosaka nodded quickly.

"Oh yes. I delivered Mr. Xiaoban's letter."

Kou stopped Takehiro Kosaka when he turned around.

Hearing these words, the light of hope in his eyes almost spit out.

"That's right, thank you so much, Teacher Bei Dao."

He practiced bowing and thanking again, the strength in his hands subconsciously increased a bit.

But the horse was not finished yet.

"So, this is the letter that the teacher of the small courtyard asked me to hand over to you, and I brought it here."

Kou took out a letter from his pocket.

On it was written the words of Takehiro Kosaka's own words.

It can be clearly seen.

Takehiro Kosaka's face froze.

He just stood there blankly, not knowing what to do next.

It seems that such a news is still a bit too big for him.

"Is this a letter for me?"

He still couldn't believe it.

"Is there anyone else here called Takehiro Kosaka?" Kuma said with a smile.

"But, this... this sounds a bit too unbelievable."

Takehiro Kosaka never dreamed that it would end like this.

He didn't even feel that the teacher in the small courtyard would read the letter he handed out.

How could a writer like him listen to people like them.

"The teacher of Xiaoyuan said that he was very happy to receive your letter, and he was really happy to know that his words could help you.

This is his original intention to become a writer.

So if possible, I hope that Mr. Takehiro Kosaka can continue to love.

Although we may all be in the mud, but this does not prevent us from looking up at the stars, does it? "

The foal's voice was soft.

He pointed to the passing travelers around him.

"As Mr. Kosaka said, you keep their sustenance and give meaning to your career, which itself is an expression of love.

Although I have always hated life.

But I learned from Mr. Jintian that the so-called meaning is actually that I have done this thing, and the so-called love is actually a inheritance.

I think I also learned from Mr. Takehiro Kosaka. "

Let's continue with the horse.

But Takehiro Kosaka's eyes were indeed red and moist.

"I've learned, so what if you die once?

Falling down is nothing more than an ugly posture.

Then just get up, it doesn't matter if you can wash it off or not.

But the important thing is, I can still stand up.

The big deal is to live a little worse.

But so what.

I am relaxed. "

In Kosaka Takehiro's already moist eye sockets.

he sees.

Although the figure of the horse is very blurred.

But he was bowing to himself.

(End of this chapter)