On the Compatibility Between Conjurers and Writers

"Yomiuri Newcomer Award...that means Oda has become a writer, right?"

One: "If you win the grand prize, it seems that you can become a signed author."

Hui seemed to nod calmly: "Congratulations."

Tsumiji applauded very well, her palms flushed: "Congratulations on realizing your dream, Oda-san."

A short head, seriously replied: "Thank you."

He added: "To celebrate, I bought a cake."

Hui and Jinmeiji were about to take out their notebooks to record, but they heard something saying: "No, this is to celebrate the cake that I invited you to eat. If you have to repay the money, the atmosphere of celebration will be gone. "

"It's like a birthday present."

Tsumiji: "Yes, is it?"

Huixiao nodded like an adult: "So, in the future, if you encounter something worthy of celebration, you should share it with Oda like this."

After speaking, he quickly glanced at one of the articles, his eyes sparkling, as if he was asking "Am I right?"

One nodded: "That's what it means."

In the past two years, Hui and Tsumiji haven't eaten much cakes. They are not picky eaters at all, and they even eat the nutritious meal packs for afternoon tea at school with relish.Thinking about it, I bought a fruit cake.

Fruits in Japan are very expensive, and watermelons are sold by the slice.

After seeing it, Tsumiji and Hui let out a wow, blushing on her face.

What he bought was a simple strawberry cake, with bright red strawberries standing on the milky white plane, red and white, the color is simple and refreshing, but it can easily arouse people's appetite.

One: "Cut the cake."

Tsumiji and Hui each got a big piece, and their stomachs were full, and the rest was tomorrow's snacks.

The life of the three of them is relatively difficult, and they will not eat overnight meals. On the contrary, the thought of eating a piece of cake tomorrow is enough to make Tsumiji and Hui's dreams permeate with sweetness.

After sending the two away, one read the letter again.

The treatment of the winners has been known for a long time. The official website of the Yomiuri Shimbun has announced that the novella will be serialized in the newspaper, and the bonus of 500 million yuan will be awarded as a signed writer. .

For Yiyi, the 500 million bonus is not too much. Whether he is a killer or exorcising the curse spirit for the port mafia, he can get a lot of money. Living a poor life is just unnecessary. I don't have too much material desire, it doesn't matter where I live, it's better to donate my money to an orphanage.

But it is difficult for Youhui and Jin Meiji. If they accept it and get the consent of their parents, I really hope to give them a better living environment.

This is Odasaku's way of thinking.

A reply message, agreed to go to the headquarters of the Yomiuri Shimbun in Tokyo tomorrow, the second is to receive the award, and more importantly, to complete the signing ceremony. The editor in charge of the call with him is Xiao Zhuangsu, and he will be his editor in charge teacher in the future.

One has a good impression of him, he is a very serious person.

The next day came quickly.

Although it was Sunday, Megumi and Tsumiji got up early, and the first thing they did was to observe the mushroom tank in the shade on the first floor.

"Ah, it has grown."

Hui: "You can eat it after a while."

Tsumiji looked up and looked at the vines covering the narrow balcony: "Bitter melon is the same, it will bear fruit when summer comes."

Hui said, "I don't like bitter melon."

Tsumiji said: "Me too."

"But no, Kei, you can't be picky eaters. Oda says bitter melon is very nutritious."

Hui said, "But that can't be put in curry."

Tsumiji said: "I think so too."

One got up earlier than them, the two of them finished watering the oyster mushrooms, and the other came back from running in the morning. How many hours of sleep.

After running back, I took a simple shower, and then put the two little ones in. The breakfast was the leftover strawberry cake from yesterday. The taste would naturally change after being refrigerated overnight, but Hui and Tsumiji ate happily.

"Are you going to Tokyo today?" Tsumiji asked.

One: "That's right."

He also said: "I will bring a souvenir."

Hui interjected, "No need."

One is noncommittal.

After breakfast was packed, Hui and Tsumiki returned with a book they borrowed from here, and the other got on the train to Tokyo.

……

10:00 am.

Xiaozhuang quickly sat on the open-air chair next to the Yomiuri News headquarters building, glanced at his watch from time to time, and made an appointment with the time at 10 o'clock. In Japan, punctuality is a habit that office workers must follow. Mr. Tonosuke may be there soon .

Because he is a newcomer, Xiao Zhuang has only been in charge of three teachers so far, and all of them were transferred to him by other editors. Toshinosuke cannot be said to be signed by him, but he is also a new teacher who has cooperated from scratch, which makes him a little excited , just want to leave the best impression on the other party.

Contestants will send their identity documents such as health insurance cards when submitting their manuscripts. Xiao Zhuang was a little surprised when he saw Mr. Tonosuke, he was too young, he was only 16 years old.

No wonder I made an appointment on weekends, I should go to school on weekdays.

Modern young people can write such sophisticated words, which shows Mr. Tonosuke's literary talent.

Thinking of Xiao Zhuang raising his head with feeling and seeing a young man in a khaki coat from a distance, he immediately stood up and bowed: "Tonosuke-san." It was just a thirty-degree bow, they are a cooperative relationship, there is no need to do too much. Heavy gift.

One also bent down: "It's Xiaozhuang Sang, it's the first time we meet, please take care of me."

"Then please come with me, Tonosuke-sensei."

Xiao Zhuang brought one to the reception room, and first talked about his work and a series of subsequent treatment. One had no opinion. As for the opportunity to create, one said: "I just want to write that kind of story."

Their dialogue is lackluster.

Xiao Zhuang was not discouraged. On the contrary, he sighed: "It's rude to say that, but Mr. Tonosuke thinks exactly the same as me."

"is it?"

"Hey."

After that, it was a long-term cooperative relationship. One said that there were still some works that could be delivered. Xiao Zhuang said that he wanted to take a look. If they were all at the level of "Golden Basin Washing Hands", they could be published in newspapers. Moved to the subordinate's magazine, a nod said yes, and said that it would be sent to Xiaozhuang after a while.

Xiao Zhuang asked: "Is it okay to create after class?"

One said: "No problem, I didn't go to college."

"The meaning of not going is..."

Xiao Zhuang was very surprised. Most of those who do not go to college are Nites, who are unwilling to go to school due to campus bullying and other reasons. This is not uncommon in Japan.

But one thing, he doesn't look like he will be bullied on campus.

One said: "Have stepped into the society."

"I'm currently working," he said.

"Ha..." Xiao Zhuang didn't ask any more questions. He always felt that if he went on, his personal privacy would be involved, and Mr. Tonosuke must have something to hide. No wonder his pen is so mature at such a young age.

Xiao Zhuang said: "If there is something I need to come to discuss with you, is it convenient for you?" There are also reminders and the like.

Yiyi nodded: "It's nothing inconvenient, but my home is far away, in Yokohama."

Xiao Zhuang smiled: "It's not too far within the Tokyo circle."

"Does the teacher live alone?"

"Yes." One said, "And the time at home is relatively short, if you want to come, you need to tell me in advance."

"Of course." Xiao Zhuang tentatively asked, "Is it a part-time job?"

"Ah."

"If you become a professional writer, your remuneration must be higher than your part-time job..."

One: "Well, if it can support my life, I will consider it."

After that, there is a contract. The contract for newcomers is the same. Each manuscript paper can get about 7000 yen in remuneration, which is higher than the ordinary starting salary of 5000 yen. A page is about 400 words. "Golden Basin Washing Hands" It will be serialized in newspapers, with 5 manuscript papers per day, and it can be serialized for more than a month. In addition, there will be bonuses.

"Then, it's decided like this." Xiao Zhuang said, and began to show various documents to one, and signed the contract directly after reading one carefully.

At noon, I ate at the cafeteria of the Yomiuri Shimbun headquarters. The food was very rich, but few people ate it except bachelors. Those with families usually brought bento.

The bonus will be credited to one of the cards within three working days, so don't worry about it.

In addition, Yiyi refused to participate in the award ceremony. He remembered that until 10 years later, Oda Saku, who became a famous writer, did not show up.

There are quite a few writers who don’t want to be exposed, and Xiao Zhuang didn’t say anything. He even secretly made up his mind to help him more because of Oda’s age. He even planned to go to the teacher’s house after a while visit.

Editors and writers are one, and they also need to help in daily life.

When I got home at four o'clock in the afternoon, I first went to Morikawa Department Store to buy dinner ingredients, and met an unexpected person there, that is, Ms. Fu Heilunzi, whom I hadn't seen for almost a month.

Unlike the anxious and haggard woman last time, this time Fu Hei Wheel looked much more refined, with light makeup on her face, and the way she picked ingredients was even elegant.

She bought vegetables and minced meat, and it seemed that she was going to make meat wrapped in cabbage. Fu Hei Wheel didn't recognize that the row behind her was a neighbor. After moving here for nearly two months, Fu Hei Wheel only appeared two or three times.

Mrs. Nishimura and others did not recognize the person, and instead greeted him: "Are you studying in the library today, Oda-kun?"

"No, I went to Tokyo today."

"Hey, what's the matter?"

Oda nodded: "The previously submitted works have received good responses." All of them won awards.

Mrs. Nishimura said, "That's really great. If it's published, please show it to us."

Other Obasan also said: "Oda-kun is going to become a writer, that's great."

They didn’t have a joking tone when they said it, but at the same time, they didn’t think that their works could be published on a good platform. How should I put it, it’s a bit strange that there are famous writers around, and they only work in small department stores Obasan.

But in any case, because it is Oda's work, even if it is published in a third-rate publication, you must buy a copy, as a support for young people.

One said: "I will tell you when it is published."

Then he went back with the paper bag.

On the way back, I went the same way as Fu Hei Wheel, because their apartment was very remote. When I got off the bus and walked into the narrow path, Fu Hei Wheel suddenly found a road. She might think that the other party was following her, or something else, very Be vigilant, one notices her hand reaching into the bag, maybe holding pepper water or something.

It's better to keep your distance.

When he got to the intersection, he saw Fuhei Jinmeiji looking around. It seemed that Fuhei Wheel had already returned home, and Hui was waiting in the house. His relationship with Fuhei Wheel was very ordinary.

Seeing the wheels, Tsumiji called out cheerfully, "Mom." Then she saw one.

He said, "Ah, are you back, Brother Oda."

If you are getting along in private, Tsumiki will call you Oda, but in front of others, you will be the safe Oda brother.

One nodded and said, "Yes."

Fu Hei Wheel was a little surprised, she looked at Yiyi with an embarrassed expression, it was not just embarrassment for misunderstanding the other party, but also some deeper reasons, like she didn't want to be bumped into.

Yiyi nodded and said, "That's great, Tsumiji."

This too good obviously refers to the return of Fuhei Wheels.

In the evening, for the first time, Fuhei’s house wafted the smell of his mother’s unique recipe list. Shenyuan, who lives next door, just came home from get off work, and said to the window: “This smell must be cabbage stuffed with meat.”

She said: "When I was a child, my mother would make it for me every time I was away for a long time."

One: "?"

Seeing his ignorant look, Shen Yuan said, "It's too troublesome to make. In our time, housewives thought it was a very good dish."

One: "Compensation?"

Kanbara: "That's what it means."

She said: "The wife of Fuhei's family is also like this. This is the first time I see an adult in their family."

Another question: "Would you like to have a drink tonight, Oda?"

One: "I'm underage." Be 20 for drinking.

Shen Yuan smiled and said: "Are you going to act like a good boy, I can smell alcohol from you."

One drank Odasaku's favorite distilled liquor.

One default.

Shen Yuan said with satisfaction: "I'll come to you tonight." The capable female staff said, "Make some appetizers, Oda."

Shen Yuan did what he said, and came over at 10 o'clock with a bottle of foreign wine, one with ice cubes already prepared, and he even prepared iced tea to drink with the wine. The side dish is edamame, which is the best when drinking. , is the version bought in a convenience store, the skin is no longer crispy, but it is better than nothing.

Shen Yuan smiled and said, "Not bad, Oda." He said as if praising, "You understand very well."

There are quite a few residents in this building. There are single old women, alcoholic old men who don't like to go out, and women like Kanbara who come to Yokohama to work hard. I heard that her family owes a huge debt. , a supportive living family with two children.

There seems to be no intersection between each other's lives, just a relationship of nodding after seeing each other, but somehow, every family has a very good relationship with Odasaku.

Maybe he would help her to move the drinking fountain to the second floor when he saw Grandma, when Shen Yuan was entangled by gangsters, he took the initiative to disperse those gangsters, and helped Ojisan who leaked rain to repair the gap in the tile roof.

He is very popular in this poor but warm small building.

Shen Yuan’s wine quality is not good, and when she gets drunk, she will start talking, saying that her life is difficult, the hardships of the workplace, that she has too many debts, she should go to sea, and that she should escape to the mountains in Hokkaido where no one knows her, so that There is no need to pay back the debt to the dead ghost father.

Another said to another: "A good person like you should not be mixed with the mafia, go where you can't be found."

She drunkenly said: "I saw you with that group of people."

One was not drunk, he said: "But I'm not a good person."

In terms of universal values, the killer will not be a good person.

Shen Yuan sneered: "If it wasn't for you, there would be no good people."

At 11:6, the lights were turned off, and he helped the drunken Shenyuan back. She lay on the tatami as soon as she entered the door. Fortunately, it was June and it was not cold all night.

After washing, one also fell asleep.

At four o'clock, he suddenly heard a rustling sound. He didn't turn on the light, but just sat up, and soon saw the figure of Fu Hei Wheel, who was holding high heels and stepped on the ground with only socks. There was a lot of dust on the ground, but she didn't care.

She left without looking back.

After waiting for 5 minutes, I heard another sound. It was that the lights were turned on, and the lights in Fuhei's house were turned on.So Yiyi also got up, and through the window, he saw Tsumiji and Fu Heihui.

They didn't sleep, because they lacked a sense of security, they all woke up when Fuhei's wheels got up.

One guessed what was going on, so he knocked on the door and asked, "May I come in, Megumi, Tsumiki."

He heard Hui's overly calm voice: "Please come in."

Tsumiji turned her head and looked at one. She wanted to smile hard and raise the corners of her mouth, but for some reason, her eye sockets turned red, and Hui, he was more serious than usual, and her mouth was pursed into a straight line.

Tsumiki said, "Sorry, Oda, I should hold back."

She said, "Mom doesn't want us anymore."

Looking at Tsumeiji and Hui, Yiyi said without hesitation, "So, do you want to live with me?"

"The three of us together."