I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 77 Why Don't You Try It?
Takehiro Kosaka didn't remember what happened afterwards.

All he knew was that thank you was on his mind all day.

Of course, there is also this letter from Takehiro Kosaka in his arms.

Two writers.

Those are two writers.

One wrote a letter to himself, and the other bowed to himself.

Just wondering who else could get this kind of treatment.

And what Teacher Bei Dao said just now.

Can some of my own things and actions teach him the truth?

Omg.

When can I teach writers and teachers the truth?
If you say this, you might be considered a lunatic.

Kosaka Takehiro's brain is not enough.

This made his originally poorly recovered body stiffer.

So much so that he almost withheld the luggage of the first generation and forgot to hand it to the first generation who was frantically waving at him in the car to signal that the train was leaving.

After seeing off the first generation at the station, Koma walked back along the road.

Halfway through, he suddenly wanted to go to the bookstore.

For such a long period of time, I haven't gone to the bookstore to see how my books are selling.

According to Kazuya Oshima, it seems that some time ago, the supply of bookstores was in short supply.

Basically, all the goods that arrive will be bought in the first time.

If you go late, you can only look at the promotional posters to relieve your boredom.

The bookstore is quite far away.

When passing along the way, because the weather was a bit hot, I could feel my body sweating slightly.

His own book is placed in the most conspicuous place in the entire bookstore.

"This gentleman, are you here to buy the teacher's book from the small courtyard?"

A clerk saw Ku standing in front of the bookshelf for a long time, and then came up to ask.

"Not long after I arrived, it was basically impossible to buy some time ago. This teacher's book is very popular."

"I'll take a look first, and then decide whether to buy it or not." Ju picked up the snow country closest to him, and was about to turn the pages of the book, when he heard a nice voice from the side.

"I think the soul of the teacher in the small courtyard must be lonely."

The voice was very soft, with a little emotion, probably because it was so close, it was easily captured.

Looking sideways, it was a girl.

The girls were still wearing thicker clothes, and most of their faces were buried in their collars.

The voice sounds humming.

Seeing Kou turn his head, the face that can still be seen turned red, and then buried deeper.

Immediately, he clasped his hands together and bowed to Ju continuously to apologize: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I disturbed you. I'm sorry."

After apologizing, I watched her want to leave.

"Why do you say Kazuki Xiaoyuan is lonely?"

She didn't expect the foal to talk to her.

For a while, I was a little embarrassed.

"Maybe it's just a hunch of mine."

Her face was slightly raised at an angle.

As if thinking seriously.

"But he writes haiku beautifully."

"A lonely man's view of the world is not entirely unattractive.

On the contrary, it is precisely because he has seen the beauty that he is alone.

How can people who have integrated into this world see the beauty that others are familiar with and that are normal.

It is nothing more than that he has escaped from the world.

Those daily routines have nothing to do with him, so in his opinion, it will be extraordinarily beautiful. "

She said a lot in one breath, then said with a slight sigh:

"So I think the teacher in the small courtyard must be the kind of lonely person covered in snow.

I hope this spring can melt away the snow on the teachers in the small courtyard. "

"So, you think he has escaped from this world, right?"

After hearing Ju's question, she smiled instead: "Yes, just like you."

"like me?"

Ju was startled by her words.

"Yeah, in my opinion, you're the kind who stands out from everything.

Because in your body, I feel a kind of free and erratic feeling. "

Ju looked at her in surprise.

He never thought that someone would judge him like this.

I never thought that someone would comment on Kazuki Xiaoyuan like this.

"So, Kazuki Kouin's book?"

"Yes, I've seen them all." She smiled sweetly, but there was no longing and admiration in her eyes.

"I thought, it's not a good thing to be alone all the time.

I can smell the sadness in the words written by the teacher in the small courtyard. "

Her expression should not be pity, nor sympathy.

But a kind of... recognition?
wrong.

I can't say it, it's more like a kind of empathy?
That's not the perspective of a bystander or someone who has been there.

But a good friend?

Or is it a best friend who has been with you for many years?
But I can't tell you the specifics.

Kou had never seen such an expression before.

"If you say you see Kazuki Xiaoyuan, will you persuade him?"

Ju suddenly asked.

Don't know why this question is asked though.

But she thought about it for a long time.

"will not."

She insisted.

"I think that if you haven't experienced those things, you will naturally not have his experience.

From an onlooker's point of view, it seems too irresponsible to say that everything will pass.

And it's vain.

I hate such vanity. "

"So, you will?"

She thought seriously for a long time again.

But it seems that there is no answer.

"I do not know."

She let out a silent breath.

"It's too difficult, and I don't think I will recognize him, after all, he looks so far away."

"I think I'd rather be friends with him if I could.

I want to know about his past.

Because I see a lot of things from the text. "

When she said this, she looked a little embarrassed.

She took out a notebook from her pocket.

"Teacher Xiaoyuan's haiku is really good, I learned and wrote a little bit."

Maybe it's because Kanju also likes Xiaoyuan's books very much, so she thinks she should be a kindred spirit.

So if she could, she wanted to find a reader for her haiku.

However, this reader should also be a fan of the teacher in the small courtyard.

"Have you written it?"

"Yes, I think Teacher Xiaoyuan's poems are more or less grand when read. As for me, I don't have any ideas, so I just... write some scenery."

Take the notebook she handed over.

Kou saw a poem written on it.

The handwriting is very delicate.

On the spring river, it is a barrel of indigo flowing.

"It's beautiful."

"Ah, really?"

She looks happy.

"It's really beautiful, haven't you considered submitting it?"

"My level..."

She is very shy.

I always feel unsure of myself.

"I've always wanted to be a writer, but..."

"Why not try it?"

Ju encouraged him a bit.

After receiving Ku's encouragement, she was obviously eager to try.

"I think, I should try the trendy Dassaiya haiku."

"Oh, by the way, what is your name?"

"Ah, sorry, I haven't introduced myself for so long." She exclaimed, then bowed and said, "Matsubayashi Hideko."

(End of this chapter)