I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 83 Taught Us to Love (15) Follow-up tonight
Hideko finally chose to live not far from Ito's wine house.

There is a very simple apartment there, which is specially used to rent out at a low price to some people who come to Tokyo from other places to work hard.

Coincidentally, it seems that the wish has really come true.

Just today, a tenant quit the lease.

He looked disheartened as he left.

"The city of Tokyo doesn't believe in tears at all."

This is what he said to the landlord.

Matsubayashi Hideko looked thin and didn't have much luggage.

The landlord secretly began to estimate in his heart whether he wanted to find the next renter as soon as possible.

Maybe a month at most.

This thin-looking girl will leave Tokyo disheartened just like the previous tenant.

Tokyo.

Life is still very difficult.

……

"You are this?"

When Ju walked to the gate of Xinchao, he found several editors with familiar faces standing not far from the gate.

Although they stood there chatting casually, their eyes kept looking up and down at the pedestrians around them.

Seeing Ju approaching, several editors surrounded him enthusiastically.

"Mr. Xiaoyuan. Hello."

"Are you here to deliver the manuscript?"

"Ah, the weather looks really nice today."

Although I saw them teasing each other in the editorial department.

But this is really the first time I have seen it outside.

Seeing Ju's very curious expression, these editors were a little embarrassed.

Their purpose here is not pure.

But from the perspective of finding the author, it is extremely simple.

Anyway, they don't plan to let more people know about this matter.

After all, due to emotion and reason, it's a little...unspeakable.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, and greeting Miyai Nokaku, he came to the editorial office familiarly.

And also waited here early in the morning.

After hearing that the manuscript was ready, he couldn't wait.

"So, is it all here?"

He Ye seemed very excited after receiving the manuscript.

At the same time, he took out a box of Daifuku from the side.

"This is?"

“A new one opened at the station some time ago.

The queue was very long, and I happened to be free, so I went to queue to buy some.

I also sent some to Mr. Bei Dao by the way. "

After Oshima Kazuya said so, it seems that such a thing really happened in his impression.

When I sent the first generation to the station, I saw a shop under renovation.

Later, when I went to the bookstore to buy books with Xiuzi, I saw a long queue from a long distance away.

He didn't want to join in the fun, so he didn't delve into what it was.

Later I heard from Xiuzi that Daifuku of that family was doing very well.

But I didn't expect that after such a long time, there would still be a long queue there.

Daifuku's packaging is very delicate, it should not look cheap.

Seeing Oshima Kazuya preparing to read the manuscript, Kou had nothing else to do, asked the lady at the reception for a glass of orange juice, and then sat on the sofa to eat Daifuku.

And also looked very excited.

After all, this manuscript has been waiting for him for a long time.

The Dassaiya haiku has been published several times back and forth.

The girl from Izu gradually adapted to life in Tokyo.

Only Bei Daoju's side was like a pool of stagnant water, without any movement.

I urged it several times before and after.

The answer is that it will be soon.

Originally, the shadow could still be found.

In the end, I don't know where I went.

Thinking of this, Oshima Kazuya also sighed.

Anyway.

As long as the manuscript arrives, it will do.

The manuscript is slightly pulled out of the file bag.

The line of sight swept to the head of the row.

A man named Mikio Kaneda is about to die.

!

Oshima Kazu also suspected that he was wrong.

He raised his head and glanced at Kuma, who was nestling in the sofa and eating Daifuku.

Then bowed his head again, and read it word by word very seriously.

Nothing has changed.

Still those few words.

His back was a little inexplicably stiff for some reason.

The body also seems to be a little uncoordinated.

do not.

Don't do it.

A human disqualification... how many people have been killed.

This time there will be another one.

Do you want Tokyo, no, all the neon people to go down?

Mouth is a bit dry.

But then again.

Some books are not bad in title, but bad in content.

What if the title of the book looks like this, but the content inside is different?

Oshima Kazu also felt that he still had expectations.

Turn to the first page of the book.

"Misaki Kaneda is supposed to be 59 years old, maybe [-].

But no matter how old he is, the whole person looks old.

He likes to point fingers at people, especially those who are not pleasing to the eye at all.

The index finger is like a police flashlight.

He is that kind of person.

He stood in front of the counter, observing the merchandise inside.

……

After staring at the clerk for a long time, he waved a medium-sized paper box at him.

......"

After reading it, Oshima Kazuya breathed a sigh of relief.

But there are two messages.

The good news is that the title and content of the book are indeed different.

But then came the bad news.

He doesn't really like the protagonist.

Why doesn't this guy die.

Such an old man who has a stubborn temper and even uses his own weird standards to demand and influence the people around him.

I always feel that it is a collection of characters that everyone hates and hates.

Oshima Kazuya hated it from the bottom of his heart.

Although speaking as an editor, it mainly depends on the overall layout of the manuscript, writing techniques and whether the commercial value behind it can bring profits.

But for Kazuki Xiaoyuan's works, these conditions basically don't need to be considered too much.

So he can put himself in the perspective of a reader to appreciate a brand new literary work.

The foal was in no hurry.

At least after this manuscript is handed over, he can get a long period of free time.

Just like this, he quietly looked at Kazuya Oshima whose expression kept changing.

After a long while, Oshima Kazuya silently closed the manuscript.

After deliberating for a while, Kazuo Oshima smiled wryly.

"Perhaps I want to say, Mr. Bei Dao, you are really clever in manipulating people's hearts."

"I have to say that as an editor, I don't seem to escape the environment you have built.

I also hated this man named Mitsuo Kaneda very much at first, but then I found out that it seems... not so disgusting.

My understanding of this book may not be very comprehensive at present.

So the title of this book seems to be about him going to die.

But it's actually the church of love, isn't it? "

Kazuo Oshima also looked a little uncomfortable.

After all, Mitsuo Kaneda died in the end.

Xiaoyuan Kazuki is different from everyone else.

He seems to enjoy building a hideaway to escape from.

But it will be found.

In this Taoyuan, there are all real knives.

Reality cannot be escaped no matter what.

(End of this chapter)