I am a writer in Tokyo

Although Ju knew very well that the person opposite him had no ill intentions.

But his behavior - handing the microphone in front of him and letting him speak without his consent or opinion, and with that smile on his face, was also something that Ju hated.

Ju was silent for a while. Teacher Oshima next to him felt that Ju had been silent for a long time and noticed his displeasure. He coughed lightly and prepared to say a few words to help Ju.

"Thank you very much for your love of my writing. Thank you very much." Ju imitated Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi and stood up and bowed to everyone.

The crowd burst into applause, which made some people who were familiar with Kitajima Koma feel a little surprised.

"Isn't he unwilling to speak in this kind of occasion?" An editor of Bungeishunju said, turning his head. Next to him sat the editor-in-chief of their publishing house, a man who claimed to be Kashiwagi's lifelong enemy.

"That's what common sense says, but this person can't be judged by common sense. After all, no one would choose to use a book that is worthy of being recognized as a world-class literary work as their debut. If it fails, then they will be buried forever."

The editor-in-chief frowned, he had always wanted to use some means to defeat the Xinchao gang. Now that this teacher from Xiaoyuan had become a permanent and lingering sign of Xinchao, he naturally had to include the method of dealing with him into his means of attack.

He is also an insider in the industry and is well aware of the new and trendy layout behind it.

If he had such a terrifying author in his hands, his next goal would only be one: the Nobel Prize in Literature.

"But before, he was always not happy to speak in public, which is very detrimental to his future development. We don't need to worry about this kind of thing." The editor-in-chief suddenly said, "But now, he is happy to speak, which means that Xinchao will start to arrange some things following him."

The editor-in-chief didn't continue speaking, but everyone sitting around him understood what he meant by his next words.

This means that the chariots tied together by Xinchao and Koin Yishu have officially begun their charge towards the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Perhaps even Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi, who was sitting not far away, felt that Kitajima Koma was starting to take the initiative after seeing his attitude. However, only Oshima Kazuya, who was sitting next to him, knew very well that he was most likely just in a momentary mood.

If I were to describe it in one sentence, it would be that mentally ill people are much happier.

Ju did not choose to face the dark crowd behind him, and also declined the host's invitation to go on stage to speak. He just sat in his seat and gently exhaled.

“In fact, I have always felt that dreams have shapes.”

Ju said softly that this was a big challenge for him. He didn't like challenges, nor did he like the unknown, especially anything with a black color, such as the night and an empty corner. Of course, if he turned around, those people's heads would also be black.

In the past, he always relied on some places with light, but he didn't like the completely bright sun, such as the wisps of light with the smell of earth on rainy days, the spots of light swaying through the layers of tree shadows, and the moonlight that sneaked into the room at night when he collapsed on the ground - that was the moonlight that he deliberately did not draw the curtains completely to give him the opportunity to sneak into the room.

These lights are not very dazzling, but they can dispel the darkness. He once relied on them so greedily, and even now he is still very greedy.

Then, the light disappeared.

The whole world was left in darkness.

He felt extremely desperate and suffocated.

After coming into this world, this feeling gradually disappeared and he began to live in another way, although he was still himself.

But during this period of time, he encountered many things and was deeply touched. It seemed that many people's writings were saved by him inadvertently, so in a trance, he seemed to have changed.

He had also thought about this question before, what exactly had changed and what had become of it.

Now, recalling what the unknown speaker said just now, gave shape to the dream or drove people forward.

He seemed to understand something. Perhaps without realizing it, he had become a light to others.

He paused for a moment, and Oshima Kazuya whispered in his ear, "If you can't hold on, just say a few words. This meeting is very important, and we need to write minutes. According to your current status, everything you say will be recorded."

When he said this, Oshima Kazuya quickly glanced at Bungeishunju and others who were sitting not far away.

As expected, they all pricked up their ears, holding pens in their hands, waiting for Kitajima Koma to speak. Perhaps what they could guarantee was that as long as Koma started speaking, not a single punctuation mark would be missed.

Koma did not accept Kazuya Oshima's suggestion. He thought of some people who had passed by along the way, Mr. Okawa who was running at night, Mr. Kaneda who lived in the bridge hole, and of course the poor man who he had never met but was running back and forth because of his affairs.

Perhaps it was his children who touched him the most.

Ju said softly: "Everything in this world has a shape, not only dreams, but also all our emotions. I have always been thinking about why I write, not only about the Snow Country, but also about everything else I have encountered and known.

In fact, my idea is very simple. To me, I like the light that is not dazzling and a little weak. I also like the traces of spring next to the tram signs. I think maybe everyone will like these, but I find that not many people can discover these beauties. They are floating in the sufferings of the world. In their words, they are wasting their years.

Over time, their skies were filled with haze.

So I think I will try to use words to dispel the haze in the sky, make the light less dazzling, make the wind less scary, and make the noise of cars and horses quieter. "

The venue fell silent for a moment. Many people did not expect Koin Kazuki to say such a thing, including people from Bungeishunju and Oshima Kazuya who was sitting beside them in amazement.

The people from Bungeishunju didn't know what to do for a moment. They looked at the very sloppy handwriting on the notebook, wondering whether they should continue to write down Xiaoyuan Yishu's next words.

"I always believe in one thing, that is, words are powerful, not just my words, but all of yours."

Although Ju did not turn around, everyone present could feel the bright gaze in the thin boy's eyes.

He went on to say: "At least in this era, this extremely terrible and gloomy era, I think what we can do is to turn words into the only and greatest belief that pushes the huge gear that keeps going backwards."

(End of this chapter)