I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 8 Someone's Dishonest
"An unknown person?"

"But, this haiku is really beautiful."

"Whoever writes such humor will not be unknown."

"Can you tell me where I saw this haiku, or, does this poet have any other works?"

The first generation held his fists in front of his chest with both hands, his eyes were very earnest, and his tone was very soft.

Hmm...cough cough.

The horse pulled away a little without showing any signs.

Hey, it's too close.

Although it is winter, you can still smell the scent of the first generation.

Suddenly, Bei Daoju seemed to realize something.

"Isn't Ms. Ito helping to update the menu?"

"Father didn't cook too many new dishes, so he just re-wrote the previous ones and posted them again, which didn't take much work."

The first generation explained seriously, but suddenly realized that he didn't answer his own question, but was asked back by Ju.

"You haven't answered my question yet. What is the haiku?"

The corner of Ju's mouth twitched, he was really chasing after him.

"It's just someone who is not well-known. He may be on his way to becoming famous, or he may remain unknown for the rest of his life."

"But……"

"No, but there are many examples of those whose works were not famous when they were alive, but after their death, their prices skyrocketed overnight."

"Ok."

The first generation can see that Kuu doesn't want to say more, and she can't continue to ask.

I had no choice but to write down the haiku silently, and after the vacation was over, I went back to school and asked the teacher if I had read it.

Looking at the back of the first generation leaving, Ju silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Talking to girls is far more tiring than working in a store.

Can't deal with any girls at all.

Dazai Osamu said that if you can avoid violent joy, you will naturally not have grief.

Many people use this sentence in terms of love, saying that they will not be easily emotional and so on.

But in Koma's view, so is life.

As long as you don't have expectations for the future, then naturally there will be no gap.

It's like he didn't think about living another life.

For example, when he woke up on the side of the road, he never thought that someone would be willing to take him in as a shop assistant.

At the door of Xinchao, when considering whether to submit a manuscript, he never thought that he would successfully pry open the door of the editorial department.

……

So maybe muddling along is the normal state of life?
The horse squatted under the wintersweet tree, looking at the sky through the gaps in the branches.

"Young man! Young man! A guest is coming."

Boss Ito's voice came from inside the house.

Just in time for that moment of darkness.

The originally lit lantern found an opportunity to spread the light.

At this time, the snow field was extraordinarily smooth, and those blurred halos slid far away with a hiss.

Those diners who are already hungry because of a day's work only need to step on the traces of light to find the store.

Ju silently stomped on the snow with his toes, crushed it several times with his toes, as if stamping out an invisible cigarette butt, and walked quickly towards the house in response.

Inside the house, Kazuo Oshima had also arrived.

He greeted Kou, which was different from what he did in the publishing house, and followed Mr. Ito's habit of calling him "Shounen Lang".

"Mr. Oshima, are you still frying udon today?"

"No, no, today is a good day, let's have an oyakodon. On such a good day, we must eat oyakodon to celebrate."

Kuma knows what good days Kazuya is referring to.

When he handed the paper to Boss Ito, Boss Ito took the first generation and trotted towards Kazuya all the way in small steps with high frequency.

"Boss Ito, good evening."

And also said hello.

"The first generation is back?"

Then Oshima Kazuya saw Ito Hatsudai following behind Boss Ito.

"Long time no see, this high-achieving student from the University of Tokyo is different, he looks so good.

Look like a literati! "

The face of the first generation had two red clouds at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Sensei Oshima, you're exaggerating."

The first generation seems to have known Oshima Kazuya for a long time.

correct.

The first generation said that when it was empty before, they would help in the store.

And Oshima Kazuya is a regular customer in the store.

No wonder the two knew each other.

Afterwards, Boss Ito rubbed his hands together, talking to Kazuya Oshima carefully about the work of the first generation.

Kazuya said that he had already mentioned this matter with the president.

The president means that the editorial department has no plans to recruit people for the time being, but because the resume of the first generation is very good, the proofreading department can consider offering an internship position.

But the specific situation will have to be carefully discussed later.

When talking about the review department, Kazuya gave Koma a very ambiguous look.

What does going to the proofreading department have to do with me?
The horse looked bewildered.

There were a lot fewer guests tonight for unknown reasons.

After Kazuya finished eating, on the grounds that he needed someone to take him home after drinking, he asked Boss Ito to ask Kou to go and walk with him.

Right now, Boss Ito is asking Kazuya Oshima, if he doesn't need to sit in the store, he would like to send Kazuya back in person.

After repeatedly instructing Mr. Oshima to be sent home, Boss Ito and the first generation respectfully watched Kazuya Oshima who staggered back at the store door.

"It's a great blessing to be able to enter the trendy fashion, and then we will come to thank you together."

Boss Ito looked at Oshima Kazuya's back and murmured.

"Actually, Mr. Oshima didn't drink much."

After passing an intersection, where Ito and his daughter couldn't see, Oshima's body stopped shaking and he walked very straight.

"If it wasn't for this excuse, you wouldn't have come out."

"Helping in the store is really..." Kazuya thought for a while: "It's a bit unfair to be honest with you."

Bei Daoju didn't speak, just walked a few steps silently, and then smiled.

"Fortunately, at least it's quite fulfilling."

"Speaking of which, I have to thank Mr. Oshima for reading the manuscript."

"In fact, we should thank the security guard who pretended to be your distant relative."

The two looked at each other and laughed at each other.

Just laugh.

"Put a winter plum in your sleeve, and it's called spring."

He also took two steps, and these words came out.

"The first generation asked me if I had read this haiku, and said it was beautiful.

Such a beautiful haiku cannot be an unknown person. "

"So someone is being dishonest to me."

Ku paused: "How do you know?"

"This feeling is very familiar, that kind of full of beauty and the faint sadness floating in it...

Seems like, right now, it's just you?

Teacher Bei Dao? "

(End of this chapter)