Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

"Which of my works do you... like?"

It's been a long time since I talked to a strange woman. Although I also talked to other women in the office, most of them were other people who took the initiative to greet him and tried their best to find topics. , somewhat regressed.

Haru Okumura, who had lowered his head before, slowly raised his head, his eyes fell on Xiao San's face and paused.

"Uncle, did you tell Mr. Qiuyue about me?"

"Ok?"

Xiaosan's eyes were confused, and then he thought about it, not knowing what was hidden in it, so he told the girl in front of him what he knew.

"I just received a call from the editor-in-chief of Okumura. I haven't contacted him for a long time. He said that there is something and I want to meet with him, and then I was asked out."

Tell the truth, but conceal the "good thing" that Okumurakawa said, Xiaosan can't figure out what Okumurakawa is thinking, and he doesn't know what kind of good thing Okumuraharu is, so his eyes fall on the girl who looks gentle in front of him .

Although she is not very good at this matter, but staring at Xiao San in front of her, Okumura Haru's intuition told her that the other party was not lying, but there was an inexplicable emptiness in her heart, and she felt puzzled in her heart. When it is my remaining sorrow.

"I'm sorry, Uncle has made Mr. Qiuyue bother for me."

"No, we shouldn't be too old. Call me Qiuyue, or Xiaosan, it's fine."

Facing the niece of the editor Okumura who helped him before, Xiaosan's attitude was naturally not too indifferent. Although everyone took what they needed at the time, it was already very good if the other party could help him, and favors still have to be accepted .

"Then, call me Chun, I... sorry."

"Ok?"

"Sorry, it's just me...."

The repeated apologies made Xiaosan realize that the girl in front of him was not the character he had imagined, but rather weak.

"Since a long time ago, because of my uncle, I have been paying attention to the affairs of the publishing house, and then I saw Akizuki-san... Qiuyue-kun's first work, which is quite shocking, although the content is too much A little more realistic and cruel."

"Is that right?"

Thinking of his first work, Xiaosan does not deny that he was a bit of a young man at the time, but now that he thinks about it, at this moment, he probably won't be able to write such a work again.

Cruel and sharp, indifferent words like sharp knives, mixed with various dark emotions, entangled together, using various dark descriptions, forming a disgusting story, for most readers As far as I'm concerned, it's probably going to be pretty bad after watching it.

In fact, it is.

Except for a small number of literature lovers, most of them just want to follow the trend, look at the award-winning works, buy them casually and bring them back to their homes, and decorate the flashy bookshelves.

Compared with profound and realistic content, more people prefer pleasant plots that are not available in reality, such as those best-selling sensory novels.

'The reality is already very bad, so why should I watch works that are even worse than reality? '

That's what those people said.

Xiaosan didn't know how to answer those people, in his heart, maybe it was just to let other people understand this pain and make a change, maybe it was just because of his bad taste?

People's feelings are complex and changeable, not a single evaluation can be determined, just like the person who wrote the article, maybe he just wrote it casually at the time, but it will be interpreted by others. Countless different ideas Come.

There are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand people.

This is the famous saying that Xiaosan has always believed in.

Not everyone can correctly interpret the correct point of view. Even Xiaosan himself doesn't know what he wrote. He just writes according to his feeling, and then the book is published.

Obscurity and incompleteness are the real beauty, probably this is the idea.

"Because I think the protagonist is a little bit similar to me now."

"resemblance?"

After hearing Haru Okumura's words, Xiao San was a little surprised, not sure how the two were similar.

"I live in a very ordinary family. When I was young, my father has been working hard for the family, and gradually became the president of a large food enterprise group."

"... Okumura food?"

Xiaosan seemed to remember something, he was silent for a moment, the food sign he often saw when he went shopping in the supermarket flashed through his mind.

His eyes moved slightly, and Haru Okumura nodded slightly.

"Then your father is..."

"Yes, Kuniwa Okumura, the president of the Okumura Group, no, it should be said that he is the former president now?"

A wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the girl lowered her head again, looking at her blurred figure reflected in the brown coffee.

"So, who is the current president?"

"I."

"......"

Picking up the coffee in front of him, Xiaosan couldn't help taking a sip, feeling the bitter taste melt away on the tip of his tongue, he calmed down a little, and chuckled slowly.

"That's really... a faux pas."

"No, it's just that I don't know what to do in the future. When I was young, my father took care of everything for me. In my eyes, although he is not so perfect, even...but He is indeed my father, and raised and protected me until now."

"Is it just feeling confused?"

"Yes."

"There should be a corresponding group person who can help you familiarize yourself with the group's affairs?"