I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 203 Matsuo Tsutomu

This was the first time Oshima Kazuya heard such remarks.

In fact, sometimes the words of writers are quite interesting. They have their own unique views on the world.

It's just that when facing their remarks, they couldn't figure out what they wanted to express.

So, what is Kitajima's purpose in saying these words.

Or rather, what he wanted to express.

The era of simply writing about the appearance of things and praising the ontology of things has long passed.

Therefore, Kitajima naturally has other intentions at the moment.

According to the previous logic, it should be a new book.

It's just that compared to his previous remarks, this time's words were particularly difficult to understand. Let alone a new book, he suddenly asked a question about snow, and Oshima Kazuya was a little confused. a feeling of.

Squatting with Kitajima Koma at the door for a while did not yield any results. Seeing that Komaya had no intention of speaking, Oshima Kazuya did not speculate too much on Koma's intentions, got up and walked towards the house.

Facts have proved that it is difficult to speculate too much about a writer whose brain circuit is not the same as that of the public.

Therefore, instead of being half frozen to death at the door and having your brain undergo very cruel torture, it is better to return to a warm house.

Today's weather, heating and stoves are the only answers to sustaining life.

If it weren't for trying to get some news about the new book as soon as possible, Oshima Kazuya would not leave the heater for half a step.

After sitting cross-legged at the door for a while, Kitajima twisted his joints that were stiff from the cold, and he could even feel the creaking sound coming from inside, and walked towards the house.

To be honest, let alone Oshima Kazuya, even he didn't quite understand the purpose of the question just asked.

Did you just hear a question on the way and be inspired by it?
But his intention to write something was genuine.

He planned to write something about life through the meaning of "a piece of snow".

Just think of it as remembering the... experiences of this year.

As for the words that Editor Kashiwagi said about describing neon with some characteristics, let’s put them in the back of our minds for the time being.

At least he shouldn't be able to write until he completely leaves Tokyo.

But speaking of it, it is indeed necessary to go out. It is not a good thing to always lock yourself in a circle.

The next day.

When Ju went downstairs, he happened to catch up with Boss Ito opening the door.

When he was wondering why Boss Ito opened the door so late, Boss Ito was the first to ask: "Why did you get up so early today?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the backpack on Ju's shoulder again. It looked bulging, as if it was full of things.

"Is this going on a long trip?"

Boss Ito recalled that it seemed like a long time ago that Koma left the house.

Ju nodded and hummed softly.

He originally wanted to put a note on the bar, but now he actually encountered it, and he quietly stuffed the note back in his hand.

Rejecting Boss Ito's offer to take him to the station, he walked towards the station.

But I happened to meet Mr. Kosaka on his way to work at the station.

He enthusiastically took Ju with him to the station.

The journey was quite tiring. After several hours of bumpy back and forth and changing trains, he finally set foot on the land called Osaka.Although they are all neon lights, the air seems to smell different.

After walking around the station, Ju decided to find a place to stay first.

Maybe it was because I came out alone, but the feeling of strangeness and alienation that had disappeared long ago enveloped my whole body again.

He raised his head and looked at the completely unfamiliar torrent of steel around him, and he shrank his neck.

It snows harder in Osaka than in Tokyo.

After buying some hot oden in a small alley around the station, Ju continued to look for his place to stay.

I met several writers at a conference before, and they all live in wealthy areas of Osaka.

If the relationship with the literary world was not so tense, it is very likely that I would receive hospitality from them at this time.

But there is no if.

In the end, Koma chose a hotel that looked good as his base for his short trip to Osaka.

Osaka is a very good city. Even in such a depressed economy, there is still prosperity.

The people walking around the streets are all white-collar workers. Just like in Tokyo, they have upright figures, hold briefcases with a strong business atmosphere, and look like successful people.

Judai, who has always lived in a relatively suburban area, has the vision of seeing a new world.

So much so that it gave him the illusion that Osaka seemed more prosperous than Tokyo.

After walking around, Ju was about to find a shop to have something to eat, when he saw a man in front of him standing on the bridge, spreading his hands and letting heavy snow fall all over his body.

After a long time, probably because he saw Ju standing next to him for a long time without moving, the man turned his head and looked a little unhappy.

"It's very rude to keep staring at people like this."

A badge glowed on his chest.

He is a lawyer.

Ju immediately reacted, said sorry quickly, and then explained: "Sorry, I just think that people like you who enjoy the snow freely are generally unlikely to be seen, especially at this time, so for a while It was a bit fascinating to watch.

Of course, I am also thinking about some of my own things, such as plot planning and so on. "

After hearing the explanation, the man's expression softened a lot, and it was obvious that he captured the key words in Ju's words.

“Composing a plot.”

He asked instead: "So, a writer?"

"Normally, people wouldn't talk about plot planning. Of course, they could also be cartoonists, but I think their temperament is very different."

"Isn't it just like you are a lawyer? We all have a temperament stained by ink.

In fact, it is not difficult to see. "

Ju smiled and replied, then he suddenly thought of something, and then added: "For example, your temperament looks like a legal pioneer."

These words directly made the man laugh happily.

Shaking off the snow from his body, he quickly walked up to Ju and stretched out his hand: "Please forgive my previous offense. I think we can get to know each other, Matsuo Tsutomu."

Mr. Ju felt that he had seen such a scene before, but it was obvious that the man in front of him was to his liking in some aspects.

He also stretched out his hand, and the two of them shook it gently: "Bei Daoju."

(End of this chapter)