I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 80 Good Evening, Young Boy
When walking out of the new trend, Xiuzi's mind was in a daze.

She unconsciously recalled the expression of Mr. Bei Dao after seeing her haiku.

He smiled softly, and said in that sure voice: "It's really well written."

Well written...

Xiuzi took a few steps forward, still a little uncertain, when she turned her head, she saw the security guard waving goodbye to her.

There is also the letter that I put in the bag.

Relevant documents that Xinchao sends an invitation to the writer to participate in the signing of related works.

Everything tells one thing.

It seems that I am not far away from the group of writers.

……

Looking at Kazuya Oshima who returned to the editorial department, there was a strange taste in everyone's eyes.

It seems that one can read a kind of... shame, no, maybe it's disbelief that this kind of emotion is more biased.

"So, let's talk?" an editor squeaked, breaking the silence first.

In fact, there is no need to ask, Oshima Kazuya also chased them out.

If there is no negotiation, then it must be that the author has not taken a fancy to the new trend.

"The letter was issued on the spot. I will come over tomorrow to discuss some related matters."

"Write a haiku?"

Someone followed up with a weak question.

It's not their fault.

During this period of time, many of the manuscripts were filled with strange things that claimed to be writing haikus, which had scared them all.

I'm afraid that when I open the diary, all I see is shit and fart.

"It's a haiku, and the level is very good." Oshima Kazuya recited a few lines in front of everyone.

Clap clap, the editorial department burst into applause.

One is that after experiencing so much shit and fart, it is not easy to have a normal one.

Another thing is to say one thing, this writer is really good at writing.

Looking out from the window of the editorial department, you can see a hill not far away.

The weather is good today, the sun dyes the river blue, it looks like a bucket of blue paint pouring down from the hillside.

“So, it turns out that haiku is not bad, but that poetry is poetry even after losing some of the constraints of meter.

There are very few people who can write it well. "

Everyone nodded in agreement.

In any case, at least one more name can be added to the Dassaiya haiku.

It is no longer Kazuki Xiaoyuan occupying the entire journal.

This gave Da Daohe, who was not having a good life, a little respite.

He is currently the target of public criticism.

Everyone was attacking some of the mess he made.

But the sad thing about editors is that they still have to rely on their authors for a living.

The author has no good things to come up with, and it's useless to shake their fists no matter how they want to.

"By the way, that Mr. security guard discovered two of them at once."

When this sentence was uttered, the entire editorial department fell into silence again.

One thing, everyone knows it is one thing, but it is another thing to take it out.

Some people even want to scold directly.

idiot!

Does that mean that our group of editors and co-authors sitting in the office are no better than a security guard?
Seeing that the atmosphere was not quite right, the speaker silently took half a step back, not daring to breathe.

After a long silence, Oshima Kazu also coughed.

"Everyone should still be busy, so go get busy."

After getting the icebreaker from Kazuya Oshima, everyone dispersed.

They are actually very clear in their hearts.

This thing is somewhat confusing.

Does it mean that I have to go to the gate to stand up at any time?

Just get one.

Don't look at Oshima Kazuya, who has a sad face all day long, but he is holding a huge gun like Xiaoyuan Kazuki.

Maybe there will be another one now.

……

Sometimes you may really have to admire the eyes of some people.

He obviously doesn't understand anything, but he can seize a good opportunity, such as recognizing a writer with great potential, or finding a good piece of land to open an izakaya.

Hideko herself is from Izu, and for the so-called high-end consumer places in the metropolis, she likes this kind of down-to-earth izakaya more.

Walk along the path next to Xinchao, and you will see it.

"welcome!"

Boss Ito yelled at Hideko who pushed the door and came in, and threw the towel used to wipe sweat on his shoulder.

While leaning forward slightly, he just avoided the smoke rising from the oven, allowing him to see the person coming clearly. .

A very pretty girl.

Although the weather has begun to warm up, she is still wrapped in thick clothes.

But judging by the way her eyes narrowed because of the smile, she was in a good mood right now.

"This guest?"

Boss Ito pointed to the menu on the wall.

"I think I'll leave it to you to eat today, okay?"

"Is it Omakase?"

"Yes." Xiuzi nodded: "If possible, please add a lantern, and please give me an oolong tea, thank you."

"no problem."

"Then ice water?"

"Just oolong tea."

Boss Ito let out a hey.

Originally, the izakaya didn’t have much space.

Coupled with Boss Ito's hey, the atmosphere in the wine house was suddenly warmed up a lot.

Compared with those high-end cooking shops, izakaya is more down-to-earth and lively.

Perhaps it is such an atmosphere of grilling and eating, chatting with the people around is more comfortable than that of a high-end restaurant.

"First order, chicken balls. Please enjoy."

Boss Ito handed over a delicate small plate, and then sprinkled some grains of salt on it.

Under the slightly yellowed light, the freshly baked chicken meatballs were still bursting with oil.

These oil flowers are exuding luster, which is very beautiful.

The grilling of charcoal makes the chicken meatballs exude the aroma of chicken, as well as the unique fruity aroma of charcoal itself.

The two intertwined with each other, rose from the table, and floated to the tip of the nose along with the wind.

With the blessing of salt grains, this fragrance is even more attractive.

The original three-point hunger was infinitely magnified at this time.

It seems that after coming to Tokyo, I have never eaten anything.

This is the first meal.

"Then I start."

Xiuzi clasped her hands together.

"It's so delicious, it's exactly the same as what I ate in my hometown." Although Xiuzi's voice was low, Boss Ito heard it very clearly.

"Is it a stranger?"

"Yes."

"From?"

"Jinggang." Xiuzi looked at the newly served chicken and oysters, and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva in a row: "Izu."

"Izu, that's a good place."

Boss Ito heard footsteps on the stairs.

Then I saw Koma walking towards the bar.

"Good evening, boy."

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