I am a writer in Tokyo

Boss Ito took a deep look at Yamaguchi. He did not think that this child had any talent for writing books. Those literati were very good at expressing their inner emotions, using words or other means. If he really If someone feels guilty for not being able to show up at the funeral, he can express it and let others feel the sadness and then die; instead of dying just because he disagrees.

It can be said that such a death has no value at all. Maybe tomorrow morning's TV news will write something like "A man jumped into the sea because he was fired from his job." A heroic act of dying to express one's ambition has evolved into something like The work of people to achieve their own goals.

In fact, most of the customers in the store, including Boss Ito, knew about Zi Zi, but they didn't know it completely. In addition, Zi Zi rarely recalled the musty childhood in front of them.

As Ye Zi was talking, she suddenly found that the noisy store had become very quiet. When she came back to her senses, she found that everyone was looking at her silently, with something like a bitter smile on their faces?

Boss Ito inserted the cattail leaf fan into his back, sat down next to Ye Zi, and then listened to his unique heavy bass: "This is the first time I heard about this matter. I only mentioned it occasionally before..."

When he said this, Boss Ito turned to look at Yamaguchi again. He lowered his head at this time, not knowing what he was thinking.

Looking at Ye Zi's very bright eyes at this time, they didn't know what to say. It seemed that there was no need to comfort this young man. As for comforting this young man, who else is more qualified than Ye Zi now? They all turned into a sigh, and Boss Ito shook his head.

The familiar old guests around didn't say anything. They just quietly called Boss Ito over and said that Miss Ye Zi's bill would be on their heads today, as if they were paying for her story. The Ito family I have always had this habit.

They suddenly felt that they no longer envied those writers so much. They seemed to have experienced the most extreme suffering in the world and still had to stand in front of everyone to analyze themselves.

Yamaguchi Seiichi was silent for a long time, and Ye Zi could not see his facial expression, but saw that he had his head lowered all the time. It was quiet around them, and the voices of the guests around them were very soft, so soft that they could hear them. To the crackling and popping sound of those charcoal fires in the stove.

The light was not that bright, and it covered Yamaguchi Seiichi's face. In fact, no matter how much you talk about this kind of thing, it is of no use. You will not get any relief if you blindly get into trouble. Standing on the pain of others Filtering his own pain will only result in being cut by those knives again, unless he accepts it himself.

After a long while, Yamaguchi Seiichi slowly raised his head. His eyes were full of self-doubt, and he muttered for a long time before saying: "Did I do something wrong?"

Whether he did something wrong or something right, not only Ye Zi didn't know how to answer, but also Oshima Kazuya, who was sitting at the bar drinking, was also asked.

He looked at his wine glass with a melancholy expression, a little speechless. As expected, young people these days like to go to extremes, but when he turned around and thought, if this guy didn't go to extremes, he wouldn't jump off the building. Oshima Kazuya glanced sadly at Ye Zi who was sitting opposite him. He felt that instead of talking a lot to this child, it would be better to talk to him about the manuscript.

Just as Ye Zi was about to speak, he heard Bei Daoju's voice coming from behind: "There is never any right or wrong, there is only the difference between what you did and what you didn't do."

Ju has always been the image of a wise man in the store. Although many people wanted to comfort the child, when they saw that it was Ju who spoke, naturally no one tried to take away his words. They just turned their heads and looked at the child. What will be the reaction after that?

In fact, in the final analysis, it is obvious that Yamaguchi Seiichi has nothing to do at the moment, so it is easy for him to think about other things. If he is very busy...

After tapping his index finger on the table a few times, he suddenly thought of something: "If you want to find the true meaning of life or find some meaning for life, then I think you can try Work with Mr. Takehiro Kosaka for a while." Everyone hissed, and then turned to look at the red hat sitting at the bar drinking.

Some drinkers shouted: "Mr. Kosaka, I'm looking for a student for you."

As soon as the words fell, everyone burst into laughter. This laughter did not mean any ridicule or derogation. They just simply thought this matter was interesting. Then they saw Takehiro Kosaka's face suddenly turn red.

After telling Teacher Beijima not to joke, he began to explain to everyone that his face turned red because he drank alcohol, not because of some reason, such as because he had a so-called "students" and the like.

Recently, some so-called famous sayings have been heard on the streets of Tokyo. For example, when you grow up in an instant, you are like a child but you have to act as an adult. Kosaka Takehiro has always felt that he is a child, even though he is old enough. Big, but the difference between him and the child is only because he almost died once.

After some fussing, Takehiro Kosaka took out a knitted red hat from his inner pocket and put it on Yamaguchi Seiichi, so that the two red hats looked like the same thing to everyone.

Others were laughing, but Yamaguchi didn't know what they were laughing at. He just knew that he would choose to follow Kitajima's arrangements.

"Sir, what are they laughing at? Are we doing something very embarrassing?"

"Making money is not a shameful thing, but I think Teacher Beijiao is not asking you to make money with me, but to do something more meaningful."

"Something more meaningful?" Yamaguchi thought of what he had said before, that since Lian's death, his whole life had been meaningless. Could it be that this was Teacher Kitajima's arrangement.

After Takehiro Kosaka heard the question, he thought for a long time, but at this time they had already walked out of the tavern, because they needed to prepare enough physical strength for tomorrow's work.

"For example, let's think about what we can eat tomorrow, or... I haven't eaten sukiyaki for a long time. Maybe when we get paid next month, we can buy one or two pieces of better meat and eat it well. A meal.”

The moonlight outside the house paved the road, one big and one small stepped on it.

After a long time, Takehiro Kosaka suddenly said: "I have read Kitajima, no, it should be the haiku of Mr. Koin?"

"Inch by inch,

Small snail,

Climb towards Mount Fuji. "(End of chapter)