I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 180 Looks Promising

However, Juda seemed hesitant to speak.

The staff member who was walking towards him obviously extended his hand towards him.

The meaning expressed was nothing more than wanting to take back the microphone in his hand.

At this time, Koma looked at Kazuya Oshima who was sitting next to him.

After Kazuya saw Koma's eyes, he froze for a moment, and then a thought came to his mind.

No way.

Isn't he afraid of speaking in front of people?

Are you addicted this time?

But Kazuo Oshima also probably knew what Koma wanted to say.

He shook his head gently.

Shaking his head very slightly.

But the foal saw it.

And he immediately looked at Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi.

Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi also looked up at him.

It's just that there is no expression in the eyes.

At this moment, Ju seemed to sense something abnormal.

It seems that this meeting is not as simple as imagined?
Watching the staff get closer and closer.

He handed over his microphone directly.

"Is there something..."

Before he could finish speaking, Oshima Kazu also coughed.

Then he heard him sigh.

"Actually, it's not as good as you think, Teacher Xiaoyuan."

"what?"

"I'm talking about the literary world."

Holding a pen in his hand, he drew a circle on the white paper prepared by the scene.

Then the nib fell outside the circle.

"What do you think the literary world is?"

Mr. Oshima asked a question.

Then he turned his head and looked at the horse very seriously.

"According to Mr. Bei Dao's character, it may be said that the literary world is a gathering place for a group of writers.

Here they exchanged ideas and poured out their hearts, and together they turned literature, the treasure of human culture, into a torch, and stretched it forward desperately, illuminating the deep and extremely dark night sky ahead.

Take for example here.

However, to a certain extent, this group of people can only be called writers, not writers. "

Oshima Kazuya also tapped a lot outside the circle with the nib.

Until the white paper is drawn everywhere.

Like leaves scattered after a storm and old brown, dusty, rotten-smelling bark.

It seems that clutter also makes the mood very bad.

Then he moved the pen into the circle.

Gently draw a five-pointed star in the circle.

"There are really very few people in the circle who can become writers.

It can even be said that writers use words to make money.

But writers, they use words to express their thoughts, and at the same time, people give noble value to them because of their incomparably great thoughts.

There is an essential difference here. "

There was a sentence after that, and Oshima Kazu didn't say it either.

What they hope Kitajima Koma to become is not a writer, but a writer.

It's just that it's not appropriate to say such words.

Leaving aside the implicit character in the bones of Neon, just such extremely praiseworthy words will make Ju proud.

Often, proud people don't accomplish anything.

Just like the group of extremely proud writers.

Relying on his identity as a writer, he is domineering in this society.

Oshima Kazu also pursed his lips and did not continue talking.

Some things don't need to be so clear.

As the meeting progresses.

A whole new issue has been brought to the table.

This is what the previous host said, the so-called sinking literature.

"About sinking literature."

"This issue, while it is said to be big, is also said to be small."

The writer who greeted Kou earlier raised his hand to signal that he needed a microphone.

After taking the microphone, he bowed in front of the horse.

"The reason for saying this topic is small is simple.

In fact, sinking literature is so small that it only needs a few articles to define it.

For example, oranges.

This is one of my favorite articles.

Another example is the deceased Mr. Kinda.

Of course, I don't think Chunqin and Ah Xun are sinking literature.

The so-called sinking is to see those who have sunk below the class.

And luthiers and dancers, who can get in touch with the upper class, are not really the bottom people.

With the popularity of sinking literature, station literature was extended.

To be honest, I am very shocked by such a literary extension.

It looks like... a small sapling was cultivated unintentionally, and then it began to fork and grow lush and thick branches.

Maybe, of course, this is just my personal guess, which is the origin of the pseudonym Kazuki Koin. "

When he said this, there was warm applause from the audience.

When Oshima Kazuya and Kitajima Koma heard this, their brows twitched.

Both remained silent and did not speak.

After the applause subsided, the man continued:
"Speaking of which, I also went to the station to squat for several days, and indeed discovered a lot of things that I hadn't discovered before.

Maybe one word can cover all the people who enter and leave the station.

For example, passengers.

But there is a difference here too.

Some passengers are there to sign the contract, and they are dressed formally.

Some were on vacation, dressed in splendor.

And some are unable to afford the cost of living in Tokyo, and their clothes turn white after washing.

Of course, the expressions on their faces are also different.

Those who went to sign the contract had more or less nervous faces. They might frown tightly and fidget with their clothes back and forth with their hands, even if they just set off.

And those who are on holiday, are smiling, laughing happily.

It looks much easier than those who fled Tokyo.

Except for these people.

There are also those unscrupulous young people who often wear nondescript clothes and some strange shapes. "

After everyone heard the statement, they all pondered.

They never seem to think about it.

All the while, what was written meant nothing.

And many times, I want to find something to write about.

If we think about it from this angle.

Maybe there will be a lot more to write.

"So, the so-called sinking literature is to break the line of sight and see something we can't see."

After the speech, there was thunderous applause.

As for Oshima Kazuya, his mouth was deflated.

"It gave them another way to make money."

However, he didn't say that.

After all, Kitajima Koma who was sitting on the side seemed to be very happy.

A sense of identity.

It was very rare for Oshima Kazuya to see Kou like this, so naturally he didn't say anything.

It seems that the rain outside is a little less.

Now, the writers' eyes are starting to sink.

Then it means that it should not be so difficult to do what they want to do.

thought here.

The horse sat up straighter.

(End of this chapter)