Yokohama old father writes book daily

The venue of Odasaku's first book signing event was overcrowded.

Butterfly Literature has rented an indoor venue, and the lighting is arranged in warm tones. Volunteers and staff provide free coffee and soft seats for every book lover who comes. A three-coloured cat roams freely here.

Generally speaking, this place is not like a signing event, but more like a coffee shop.While drinking coffee, people silently swallowed complaints about instant coffee and discussed Odasaku in low voices.

Odasaku is a family who has gained fame in recent years and is too low-key. He is so low-key that he has never appeared in public. Some people think he is an old man with a gray beard, some people think he is an ugly man with a wretched face but gentle eyes, and some people think he is a cute who lied about his gender. girl.

Of course, there are always more reliable people, guessing that the author is a quiet man with a delicate heart, although it is still not true if you look closely.

Sometimes mystery is the talking point, and popularity is the appeal. In addition, Odasaku itself is of a high standard and is recognized as a work of literary value, so there are quite a lot of people here today.

We will see a real person soon, and everyone is patiently excited.

At this moment, the signing party has not yet started, and the protagonist is shrinking backstage, silently sorting out his mood.

When he finally got to the point where he was going to show his face publicly, the red-haired man was somewhat nervous, especially when he learned that the host was going to introduce him as a "famous master of fantasy", he felt even more uneasy.

This anxiety comes from many aspects.

First of all, he never thought that he would actually become a famous writer.

The "name" promoted by Dazai's tricks doesn't count, even if he gets that kind of "fake name", he will only treat it indifferently.But now, he has obtained his "real name" by producing one work after another, and is highly praised by many readers.

Second, he never imagined that he would become a best-selling author.

His book shouldn't have been a big hit, because what he wrote was not business, but literature.Literature has no reason to compete with business in terms of sales volume.But unknowingly, probably since he and Dazai wrote two co-authored works, the several works with different world themes published in succession are all very popular and booming.

In the end, he never thought he would be hailed as a visionary.

Has he written anything imaginative?No!He even directly transferred the scenes in various realities into the book, such as the couple's goodness, such as the curry rice at Zizixuan.For various reasons, he has never written about a fictional location, and he does not think he has a talent for fictional locations.

But honestly, he also knows why people misunderstand him so much.Because he wrote about a different world, and everything in the different world cannot prove its existence to readers.

He wrote about the Ghost Killing Squad during the Taisho period. Readers said that he brought forth the new through the old, combining special historical periods with fictional ghosts, which has a unique flavor.

He wrote about the humanistic style of Kabukicho in the interstellar era. Readers praised him for his bold fusion, intertwining many elements such as swordsmen, spaceships and so on in an orderly manner. The world view is difficult to control, but he wrote on the basis of this nonsensical background. Such a true story, so fascinating.

He wrote about the seven walls of the gods and the place where day and night meet. Readers praised him for challenging science fiction, adapting to new themes, and constantly breaking through himself.Many sci-fi writers also emailed him, saying they wanted to discuss high-latitude civilizations and time travel with him.

The red-haired man will not lose himself because of other people's comments, he is not confused, nor does he give up and continue to describe the different world.After all, he still believes that writing a book is the author's own business, and it is not good to be influenced by readers.

But at the thought of having to meet face-to-face with readers who misunderstood him at the book signing, which was inevitable and doomed to be unclear, he felt a twinge of worry.

In the end, Osamu Dazai helped the red-haired man adjust his state with gags.

Osamu Dazai found a hemp rope from nowhere, hung it on the beam above the backstage where the two headlights were erected, and then tied a noose to adjust the height.

The red-haired man's attention was immediately attracted: "What is Dazai doing?"

Osamu Dazai replied happily: "I want to try the feeling of hanging myself here. The signing will be the stage of Oda Tsukuru. It makes me want to die under the focus of the lights. It must be super meaningful."

The red-haired man seriously pointed out the mistake: "This is the backstage, and there are no lights in focus, right?"

"Eh?" Osamu Dazai suddenly realized that he clenched his fist with one hand and slammed it on the palm of the other, "That's right, this is the backstage where no one is watching."

He tried to pull the hemp rope down again with regret on his face: "Then I'll go to the front desk and hang myself... Tsk, I can't pull it off, the rope is tied too tightly on the beam. Oda Zuo, shoot it up, help me!" Shall I break the knot?"

"No, the gunshots will scare people." The red-haired man refused.

Dazai Osamu's expression collapsed: "I have no weight in Oda Saku's heart. I can't compare to those readers. Fortunately, I still put Oda Saku in the most important position in my heart. It's really unfair."

These words were said in a tone that would make one's heart shudder. If they were recorded and put into the game, it would be very suitable for a delicate character.

But the red-haired man felt no danger at all, he approached Osamu Dazai skillfully, and then hugged and kissed him.

I don't know when it started, but Osamu Dazai's past suicide hobby has returned.To be more precise, in fact, I have a new hobby, which is "suicide interrupted by Oda Saku".

He would keep plotting his suicide right in front of Odasaku and give Odasaku a chance to interrupt him before he did it, and things always ended up being hugs and kisses naturally.Dazai Zhizhi never tired of it.

Once, Kunikida bumped into each other and turned pale with fright, thinking that the relationship between the two was sick.Luanbu on the side said with a stinky face: "Don't think too much, this is just their unique way of showing affection."

Perhaps it is true, because Osamu Dazai has played this game 68 times so far, and he has never overturned once.

The red-haired man never deliberately stopped anything at all, let alone "you can't commit suicide." Osamu Dazai always took the initiative to lure Odasaku to say words that just interrupted suicide.

Furthermore, Osamu Dazai actually fell in love with the thing of inducing Oda to say certain words.

Ever since Mukuro successfully predicted that Oda Saku would save him that night, he began to swell.

"It turns out that Oda Saku is not so unpredictable!"

As he thought this way, his self-confidence was instantly restored.

So the loved one has nothing to fear.

The red-haired man didn't kiss Osamu Dazai twice, and was quickly dragged onto the stage by the host.

The theme of the signing event was book signing, so it didn't have to be too formal when speaking with a microphone. The red-haired man didn't prepare a speech in advance, so he casually said a few words that came to mind at the host's suggestion.

"I have always thought that writing is a personal matter. I have never thought of being seen by others, and I have never expected to be popular one day. After seeing so many readers here today, I suddenly realized that what I write can be To be seen and loved by everyone is something to be thankful for."

After speaking, the red-haired man bent down and bowed, and the audience gave warm applause.

Nobody was disappointed with Odasaku's looks.No matter what guesses everyone made before, when they saw the real person, they all agreed that the author who would write those books should look like this.

Some hard and slightly raised red hair, a thin and safe face, calm and indifferent gray-blue eyes...

In short, everything adds up to make people feel very comfortable.

This look is not so handsome and amazing, but it is quite attractive, and the more you look at it, the more interesting it is.

The readers are very satisfied, and the signing will go smoothly.

After a few hours, the red-haired man almost broke his hand when he signed. He can only rejoice that his handwriting is not bad, it can be called good handwriting.

After the show ended, everyone left in an orderly manner, and the red-haired man rubbed his wrists and went backstage to rest.

Osamu Dazai hugged a brown paper bag, and leaned his head closer: "Oda Tsukuru, when do you plan to publish this?"

The red-haired man knew what was in it at a glance. It was the story of the killer who stopped killing.

"This won't be published, nor will it be published."

Osamu Dazai asked, "Why?"

The red-haired man replied, "Because this is my supplementary creation based on a story that has missing parts."

After all, I wrote it down to satisfy myself, to give an answer to the thinking caused by this story, and to put an end to the past of struggling to find the meaning of life.

Sometimes when I write a story, I write it entirely for myself.After it is written, it will be stored away, and it will not be sold for money or invited to be famous. At most, it will be read privately by a few people.

Just that would be enough.

"Dong dong dong."

Someone outside backstage knocked on a board in a polite imitation of a door knock.

The red-haired man and Osamu Dazai both looked over and saw Natsume Seishi standing against the light at the exit, holding his cane gracefully, and nodded to them with a smile: "It would be too much to prevent a good work from being published just because of copyright issues." Unfortunately, I will authorize you, so feel free to publish it.”

Seeing that the red-haired man didn't immediately agree, Natsume Seishi smiled and added: "My new book will be released at the same time as your story."

Now the red-haired man couldn't refuse.

Osamu Dazai was silent for two seconds, and raised his hands: "Tsushima Hazo's works are also listed on the market at the same time."

In fact, he didn't write any works, not a single word, but it doesn't matter, just explode the liver.

There is no doubt that the literary world in Yokohama will become more and more dazzling in the future, and it will be surging.

After all, the book written by Fyodor is already secretly ready to be published.