I am a writer in Tokyo

So, are words faith?

Everyone was murmured to themselves what Ju had just said. His voice was not loud, but to everyone present, it was particularly deafening.

Does he treat words as faith?

Everyone's eyes fell on the young man who had his back to them but was speaking eloquently. Even though they could only see the back of his head, in their imagination, the young man had already turned his head around. His gaze was deep and long-lasting, as if he could penetrate history.

Ju paused, he seemed to realize that his speech just now was not so good. From the expression he caught in his peripheral vision, he could get a rough idea of ​​it. It seemed that at this moment he was carrying a big banner with words like "challenging the times" embroidered on it.

He really wanted to explain that he didn't mean that, but he didn't want to turn around, so after weighing the pros and cons, he turned his head to Oshima Kazuya who was sitting next to him.

Oshima Kazuya had already turned his head to look at him in shock. He saw disbelief, and a lot of admiration in the eyes of this senior editor.

Poor Mr. Oshima, he had never longed or expected Koma to speak at the meeting, let alone say those words. He could not help but smile just by looking at the people who were responsible for taking minutes writing furiously.

"Teacher Bei Dao, I think it would be a good thing if you could try to talk more." His words were full of admiration.

"..."

"Did I seem a little... excessive in what I said just now?"

Ju was a little uneasy.

Oshima Kazuya quickly denied it. He hoped that Koma would continue speaking, but seeing that Koma handed the microphone back and was determined not to take it again, he knew that he could not expect him to say anything next, and he also had to take the responsibility of doing ideological work on him.

"Not many people have defined literature, let alone at a conference of this level." Seeing Koma's increasingly uneasy expression, Oshima Kazuya immediately changed the subject: "So, everyone needs a direction right now, a direction that will allow them to know how to move forward."

Therefore, in this era, when everyone regards words as a tool to make money, all the articles available on the market are naturally filled with the smell of money that the literati once hated the most.

It’s a pity that no one will stand up to condemn these things because everyone needs to eat.

So, people who are completely out of touch with reality will eventually die, just like those short-lived writers.

This actually turned into a paradox.

At this time, Kitajima Koma stood up. His existence was very special, and it seemed that his most primitive desire was to survive.

He had no concrete idea of ​​how long to live or how to live, so his desires were very low.

Such people tend to write things that are away from vulgar perspectives, and their writing will be more literary.

The literary world also needs people like this to do something.

For example, standing here and telling everyone that words are a kind of belief.

Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi didn't know what Kitajima Koma was thinking at the moment, and he didn't have the time to pay attention to Kitajima Koma's expression. He was only filled with ecstasy.

The boundless joy made him go crazy. He had been thinking about how to build momentum for Ju, because this guy didn't like to speak in front of people.

If he could say something, things would be much easier for Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi.

After listening to his brief speech, the Xinchao editor-in-chief had only one thought in his mind: He is a writer after all, so what he says is different.

No one has ever thought about what words are.

It seems that Ju is not aware of the importance of the statement that words are faith. You have to know that in Japan of this era, faith has long collapsed.

All people have fallen into a life of struggling for bread every day, and everything about them is filled with the taste of compromise, so their faith is gone, it has been gone for a long time.

No one can define words, and no one can put faith in something, but he did it.

Starting from Snow Country, Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi wanted to push Koin Ikki towards becoming a leader in the literary world, but he lacked a good reason.

And now, here comes the reason.

He defined literature from then on.

Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi has already thought of the name of the next article to be published and even a series of actions.

In fact, at this moment, Ju was still regretting what he had just said.

If possible, it’s better not to speak next time. That microphone... it looks like it’s not a good thing.

At this point, Ju not only resented the microphone, but also the person who wanted him to speak.

He was thinking of trying to find out that person's name. If the next book lacked a villain, he would just let him be the villain.

When leaving the venue, many people came to greet Koma, including the teacher he met before. If I remember correctly, it seemed to be Kinnosuke.

Mr. Xia had an indescribable expression on his face, as if he had been crying.

Japanese people tend to get more excited at certain times. If I had to ask when, I think it might be now.

If Oshima Kazuya hadn't stopped him, Mr. Xia might have just jumped down from his seat.

"Thank you, Teacher Xiaoyuan, for telling me that words are also a kind of belief."

Mr. Xia's nose twitched a few times, and tears seemed to fall along with the rain outside.

Ju was stunned. He had never seen such a scene before. He secretly asked Oshima Kazuya what happened in his ear. Oshima Kazuya did not answer, but looked at Ju meaningfully.

"Perhaps, Mr. Xiaoyuan has just figured out this problem." Oshima Kazuya smiled cunningly.

"However." Teacher Oshima paused: "Perhaps I hope this sentence will be helpful to Teacher Xia."

Natsukinosuke nodded quickly. He benefited a lot, and it could even be said that he was full of inspiration. After assuring Oshima Kazuya that his manuscript would definitely be submitted to Shincho, he plunged into the rain.

It was raining heavily, and it seemed that Tokyo particularly liked rain this year. Mr. Xia kept getting smaller in the rain, and finally turned into a raindrop falling on the ground.

"At night, the light scattered by the ripples in the water is the fireworks set off by the gods."

Koma and Oshima Kazuya, who stayed at the venue until the evening, set off in the direction of the Ito family tavern. However, halfway through the drive, Koma suddenly said, "I want to eat something different today."

Oshima Kazuya turned his head and looked outside. Their car was parked in front of a very dilapidated residential building. There was a plaque on the door with words like "Oden" written on it.

"Oden?" However, it seems that if you want to eat oden, autumn and winter might be more suitable.

It's raining now, so it's quite cold and damp, so it's okay to eat...

As for Boss Ito...

There is no shortage of these two guests. (End of this chapter)