I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 128 About That Child

When words are crowned with heavy gold.

What resulted was a rushing tide.

It's not just those who go for the bounty.

Even people who claim to be literary creators are frightened.

So far, Chunqinchao has only been updated a little bit.

And it was just such a little bit that caused a sensation no less than the trend of Snow Country.

And when everyone recalled the past, they realized that it seemed that Kazuki Xiaoyuan had caused quite a few sensations.

It's as if he...every time he touches the pen.

The crowd, or the society, was rushing towards the direction of his finger just like the tide rising on time.

Without any consideration.

Let it go.

A silent storm that can be created.

So it is not the storm itself that people are surprised or afraid of.

It's that person.

The one who can turn pen into a storm.

When the cherry blossoms are about to fall.

At the same time as the cherry blossoms fell randomly, the unique three-stringed zither sounded suddenly.

The bookstore was full of people who came to read books.

They found a seat in the middle of the bookstore and sat down.

Even because there were too many people, many people stood at the door of the store and buried themselves in books.

After bursts of cherry blossoms, there are bursts of sighs.

For those who knew Xiaoyuan Yishu in the past, it was an unparalleled feast of words for them.

After reading Kazuki Xiaoyuan's writing, when I look at other writings, I always feel that there is a little bit missing.

Such a lack is like missing a core.

And this core is extremely needed for them.

It's just that what they didn't expect was that Kazuki Xiaoyuan's topic selection this time would be on this.

And just when they thought it was a very simple biography, they saw more from the text.

But it seems that speaking of it, isn't that the case with Mr. Jintian?

"He will never teach us what to do, but what is in the world."

A reader leans his head back against the wall.

He buried his fortune in his face.

Feel the very quiet ink fragrance from the fortune paper.

"So, this story, what does he tell us about the world?"

the person on the side asked.

Everyone raised their heads one after another, looking at the fragments of cherry blossoms all over the ground, which were blown back and forth on the ground by the wind.

"Tell us, if a flower is distorted, it is still beautiful?"

Compared with this group of people who were discussing the work, some other people seemed... not purely motivated.

Fortune is selling really well.

Especially in these times of fortune.

However, this was all caused by the temptation of many people to buy Chunqin copies under the temptation of the reward order.

Maybe for them, it doesn't matter if the story is not the story.

The important thing is to find what Sakagami and the others want to find.

Sasuke's piano sound.

But Sasuke is gone.

So, what about Sasuke's students?
Along this road, countless people began to find the inheritance of piano skills in this huge but not so big Tokyo.

How can such a trend be limited to Tokyo?

Trendy is not trendy in Tokyo.

The self-proclaimed literary standard-bearer of Neon.

Fortune is announced and distributed everywhere in neon.

So under such circumstances, the whole neon is looking for.

The fact is that several of Sasuke's students were indeed found.

Sasuke's students were also shocked when they knew that the money was longing for a song.

But unfortunately, when they came to Sakagami Hayata.

Mr. Sakagami directly denied them.

"This is not Sasuke's piano sound."

"But, this is Sasuke's student, father."

"However, this is no different from the ordinary piano sound."

Falcon shook his head with regret written all over his face.

He tremblingly walked to the window, his eyes full of nostalgia.

"Sasuke's piano sound, there is always something else in it." Hayata turned around and said seriously to Shuta: "That is the most clear emotion in this world."

Xiuta didn't know what her father was talking about.

But this does not prevent him from continuing to ask someone to find Sasuke's piano sound.

"I'm sorry everyone, it seems that the teachers are not the one my father is looking for."

After Xiutai sent them out, she said apologetically.

Being able to let the head of Sakagami Heavy Industries treat him so respectfully, everyone naturally did not dare to be negligent, and the reply was also very restrained.

During the exchange of pleasantries, someone suddenly said, "Did the old man read Chunqin copy?"

Xiuta was taken aback.

"To tell you the truth, my father wanted to hear the sound of Sasuke's piano after reading Harukin's copy, so..."

"I am very grateful that the teacher of Xiaoyuan chose to write Master's story, and the writing is beautiful, really beautiful."

After the student admired him, he said a little uncertainly: "I have a little idea about something extra in my master's piano sound."

After Xiutai heard the words, she quickly invited everyone to the tea room.

"Actually, my master, that is, Sasuke and Harukin have a child."

"So, everything in the story is true?"

Xiutai has also been watching Chunqin copy.

This period of time happened to be writing about the birth of a child.

But I didn't focus on the description, but took it all in one stroke.

Originally thought to be proper literary creation.

But I didn't expect this to happen...

"And what about the child?"

Shuta felt as if he had caught something.

His eyes are a little bright.

He will not give up any chance to save his father.

"So here's the problem, about this kid."

The student smiled wryly: "The relationship between Chunqin and Master can't be said to be very good, and of course it can't be said to be bad, at least during that period of time, the children were always neglected.

So even we don't know the whereabouts of the child.

What's more, we all learned the piano from the teacher in the later stage.

So... I think, if the child is found, then it can also solve the old man's statement about my master's piano sound. "

After Xiuta heard the news, her eyes lit up.

"And about the child?"

"Feel sorry."

Everyone shook their heads regretfully.

"We just know that there is such a child, as for everything else, we don't know."

Although Xiutai was very frustrated, he still expressed his gratitude to the group of luthiers who provided clues.

It's just that in comparison, for the helpless search, this time there is a clearer goal.

So, you are looking for a child, right?

The money from the Sakagami family is enough to find someone.

……

The petals are flying.

The piano sounded.

Then there was a shout in the alley.

"Read! Come on, it's time to eat."

(End of this chapter)