I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 223 Are you secretly writing an article behind my back?
After everyone left Ito's house, Ju followed Boss Ito to clean up the tables and chairs in the store. Boss Ito sighed a little. To him, all this seemed like a dream. After all, to him, he accidentally picked up a homeless person, and then this homeless person became a writer. Judging from the current situation, he should be a writer whose reputation can resound throughout Neon.

Then, because of a book, the Ito family's tavern became popular. It was originally just an ordinary tavern for locals, but it became a gathering place for tourists from all over the world to come to Tokyo. He suddenly thought: "Is there no plan to write a book recently?" He remembered that the teacher Oshima looked at Kitajima Koma with a constipated look. Normally, he would rush to Kitajima Koma's face to ask for the manuscript. The first generation once told him that this is called urging for manuscripts, which is a treatment only great writers can get.

"The publishing house's recent plan is to change my identity." Ju did not hide his plan from Boss Ito. According to Boss Ito's situation, even if he said this, the boss would not understand.

Sure enough, the next second he was heard asking: "Aren't you a writer now? What identity do you need to change to? Are you not allowed to be a writer? But an editor?" Boss Ito has always felt that if it is really divided according to status, the status of a writer must be much higher than that of an editor. After all, an editor only reviews manuscripts, while a writer is the one who speaks out the big truths.

"No, it's about elevating the status of a national writer to literature, or becoming a leader in the national spirit." Ju didn't say this, because even Boss Ito wouldn't understand it, and it would sound a bit pretentious.

If an ordinary person wants to gain social status, he needs to make a lot of efforts, and after he has made enough efforts, he will become a writer. However, although the status of a writer is very high, it does not mean that his status is above everything else. But if he becomes a writer and a spiritual leader of a nation, then I am afraid that his name will be firmly engraved on the scroll of history.

Thinking of this, not only Kitajima Koma, but also Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi were very excited.

Such an action is tantamount to creating a god. What they created is not an ordinary god, but the god of the entire Japanese Yamato nation. Such a god will use words, the silent landslide and tsunami, to push the entire Japan to continue to advance in the world of literature.

Literature belongs not only to Japan, but also to the world. Just imagine how great it is that the words of this Xiaoyuan Yishu can inspire resonance among people on this blue planet. Such a great person belongs to Japan.

When Kitajima Koma said goodbye to boss Ito, the sky outside was already dark and a little sticky. There were no stars in the sky. The wind was stirring the black dye, making it even more sticky.

He had just taken a few steps when snow began to fall again in this city which was almost approaching spring.

The falling of snowflakes must be the result of the gods crushing the stars in the sky and scattering the stardust all over the ground. From then on, the world had a new kind of beauty. Thinking back to this time last year, the night took shape under his pen, and this year...

Snowflakes blurred Kitajima Koma's lenses, and the white mixed in with the cold air danced wildly in the darkness. Such a stunning beauty turned the entire world into a translucent torn net, trapping all living creatures.

Just like the words on the tree in the courtyard, perhaps from now on, those who curled up in their beds in the cold wind will feel the echo of longing.

……

Oshima Kazuya was not wearing thick clothes. When he saw him, his body was covered with snowflakes. He knocked on the door with his hand holding the file bag, and only stopped when he saw Kitajima Koma standing behind the door. He looked anxious, and his speech speed was as fast as the snowflakes outside, flying randomly: "Recently, a literary review committee was established at the University of Tokyo. Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi has sent your book there. He hopes that this book can enter the literary level.

This is the first literary review meeting, which mainly reviews works from a literary perspective, so the requirements are relatively high. In addition, this time, not only professors from the University of Tokyo participated, but also professors from other universities. Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi meant to submit this book first, and then submit Snow Country, and try to submit most of the current works to this review meeting. After the review meeting is over, if there are no major problems, the title of literary writer can be given.

Then, once the title is given, lectures will be organized immediately, and you will be required to attend them.”

Oshima Kazuya knew that the guy in front of him didn't like to appear in public, so he softened his tone and spoke at a slower pace: "Just say a few words, and after the series of lectures or exchanges are over, we will formally send it to the Nobel Prize review committee. By then, the Nobel Prize nomination will also be ready, mainly because Professor Ueno will write a letter of recommendation."

The file bag was handed to Kitajima Koma. Oshima Kazuya's broad shoulders blocked the wind and snow outside, and not a bit of it blew in. He thought for a moment, then said, "I don't want to put any pressure on you.

I know you may not write a book for the fame, but I hope more people can see your words, more and more people.

I saw the people who were saved by your words, Takehiro Kosaka, and that child, Ye Zi is one of them, and the girl Orange who did not have to leave her hometown, Kitajima Koma, Mr. Kitajima, please believe that your words have such power, enough to shatter the wind and snow.

So, if something bothers you, just bear with it for now and don’t take it to heart, because our goal is not to win a big award, but to present the text to more people.”

Kitajima Koma didn't know that Oshima Kazuya would say so much to him, although he did feel that a lot of pressure was put on him, and he was also prepared to reject the proposals for various lectures and exchange meetings after Oshima Kazuya finished speaking.

But he really enjoys the feeling that his words can save the world. Perhaps this is the power of words.

"So, what's in the file bag?"

"A document that requires your signature."

"Is it urgent?"

"That's not it."

"Then why did you come here so late at night?" Kitajima pushed his glasses. Even though he was nearsighted, he could see the snowflakes floating in the sky.

Oshima Kazuya felt a little embarrassed.

He hesitated for a while and said, "I want to see if you are secretly writing an article behind my back."

(End of this chapter)