I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 84 They thought of something happy (25)

Oshima Kazuya thought for a long time, and finally gave a stable evaluation.

How should I say this book.

It seems that there is no opening and closing to tell about some things, nor does it deliberately describe the beauty.

Similar to line drawing.

An old man who was originally wealthy became a homeless man under a bridge hole in Tokyo because of certain things.

Everything seems to be changing, but the only thing that does not change is the most clear heart: kindness.

The appeal of this work is extraordinary.

"I'm also curious. When I was disqualified in the creative world before, it was because of Mr. Okawa."

Oshima Kazuya can generally feel that Kitajima Koma's works should have prototypes.

And the existence of this prototype will further sublimate the work to a certain extent.

This is a kind of elevation.

What happens to an ordinary person is then given a special meaning, which leads to some kind of reasoning.

This is where the group of writers transcends ordinary people.

"So, does this Mr. Kaneda Mikio really exist?"

Oshima Kazu also put the manuscripts into the file bag like a treasure, and they will be sent to the safe for preservation later.

"Yes." Ju gave an affirmative answer: "He is a homeless man."

"So, has he left?" Oshima Kazuya wanted to use the word "death" at first, but it might feel a little abrupt and even stinging.

It would be a bit too heavy to say that the birth of a literary work will be accompanied by the death of a life.

Of course, disqualification in the world is another story.

"He didn't, but he is indeed very old." Koma leaned forward slightly, so that Kazuya Oshima could see his expression more clearly.

His expression was serious.

"That's what he asked for."

"Ask to write... die?"

Oshima Kazuya also turned to the last page of the novel.

"When the light became a bit dazzling, the snow under the bridge hole was not shoveled off."

So, at this time, he is already dead, right?

When he received love from other people besides his wife, he left.

For him, it may have been perfect.

"So, the kitten mentioned here, as an inheritance?"

"It can't be the one you brought back that night, Mr. Bei Dao..."

connected.

All connected.

"It's called a lily."

In Kuma's mind, the expression of reluctance on Mr. Kaneda's face when Yuriko was entrusted to him that day appeared.

The sunset that day was very strong.

Mr. Jin Tian, ​​who was standing under the bridge and kept waving his hands, was directly coated with a layer of gold.

After talking up to this point, Kazuya basically understood everything.

A chance, then a work.

He didn't know whether Kaneda Mitsuo helped Bei Daoju, or Bei Daoju helped Jintian Mikio.

But there is no doubt that this novel named after this gentleman will bestow the so-called love on death.

In the dark night, the flying bird carrying the weight of life on its back will not fall into the deep and dark sea water in the end.

She will find a reef to live on.

Although she turned into a sculpture in the end.

But at this moment, life has a solid foundation.

After talking about some specific projects, the two got up at the same time.

When walking out of the reception room, Oshima Kazuya suddenly remembered something.

"Have you noticed that there is a new face on Dassaiya Haiku recently?"

"She wrote a very good song."

Oshima Kazuya also pointed to the whiteboard in the middle of the editorial office.

First snow, flakes of white
Ask the earth one by one
Bamboo forest
Back to the full moonlight.

"There are very few people who can write haiku with such a feeling, Kitajima-sensei, I think you should be wondering what kind of person it would be to write such beautiful lines."

"I know Ms. Matsubayashi. I should be called Mr. Matsubayashi now, right?"

"Ok?"

Oshimakazu also looked at him in disbelief.

"I brought her here."

"Oh, that's right, so you led her... what?"

No matter how calm He Ye was, he broke his power all at once.

"Did you lead her here?"

"No, I just led to the gate."

"Then?" He also had a bad feeling.

"I think Mr. Miyai will be very enthusiastic."

"..."

"Teacher Bei Dao, this is not fun at all."

Oshima Kazuya raised his head and looked towards the window.

Looking out from the window, one can clearly see a few colleagues in the office squatting at the gate of Xinchao.

They are full of passion for such a new venue.

Obviously, they are gearing up to grab those fish that slip through the net.

And just now a group of people went over to change shifts with them.

The replaced group was walking towards the editorial office.

Although they got nothing, it is not difficult to see that their faces are full of hope.

"You know, chance is once, but if it happens twice, it's universal."

"So, since it is universal, everyone can come up with a rule."

"What's the rule?" Ma was a little curious.

"...It's nothing." The corner of Kazuya's mouth twitched.

Looking at the replaced editors who came in through the door, he resolutely chose to remain silent.

"How's your harvest today?"

asked the editor who hadn't posted yet.

"I feel that I have vaguely grasped the technique, maybe in a single thought."

"I saw several people who went here today, but they turned back, maybe they were not firm enough in their hearts.

Just wait until they muster up the courage, and maybe, they will succeed. "

The editors all smiled knowingly.

"What are they talking about?" Ju listened for a long time, his face confused.

How do you feel that when you come here this time, the editorial department is no longer the familiar editorial department.

Everyone became dazed.

"They... were discussing something about work."

"Then why are they smiling so much?"

Ju asked again.

Looking at the colleagues who greeted him with a smile, Oshima Kazu also returned an embarrassed rather than polite smile.

It's just that there is bitterness in the smile.

Facing the foal's question.

He thought for a while.

"Maybe they thought of something happy."

If the real thing about Matsubayashi is known to them.

Maybe……

They will also be disqualified.

Xinchao may not be able to afford such a price.

Oshima Kazu also sighed.

I don't know when it started, I silently carried a lot of unnecessary things.

For a moment, I felt that the burden on my shoulders was much heavier again.

Yes.

They are all quiet and good in the years.

But then again, with the manuscript in hand, there is still some action to do next.

only……

"Teacher Bei Dao, may I ask for the next book?"

"Teacher Bei Dao?"

When he turned his head, there was no one behind him.

(End of this chapter)