I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 142 Are You Here To Sing Empty City Strategies For Me?

"I have a plan."

Oshima Kazuya was about to leave the room quietly to hide his embarrassment, when he heard Kitajima Koma's words, he stopped walking immediately.

After he replied, he saw Kitajima Koma pointing at the pair of clogs in the middle of the room.

"Clogs?"

"Yes, going to write about what I saw in Tokyo recently."

Ju can still recall some things about the old taro.

Of course, there is also the dilapidated and even decayed and smelly alley hidden in the bustling street.

"In short, it's something about Tokyo."

After teasing Yuriko for a while, Koma sat cross-legged facing Kazuya Oshima.

He said in a questioning tone: "Mr. Oshima, do you think that in a bustling city like Tokyo, there will be such a place that is out of place?
The incompatibility I'm talking about is the kind of dilapidation that is completely contrary to the prosperity, and it's in this city. "

"of course."

Oshima Kazu also replied without hesitation.

"The orange girl you met before was also in a dilapidated alley, right here in Tokyo.

But I think it is much better to be a servant of a rich family than to be sold as a geisha by the family. "

"Ms. Bei Dao, you probably have been to some small alleys in Tokyo.

In fact, what Boss Ito said before was a bit wrong.

Geisha Alley, not to say one.

It is a general reference to those alleys where the poor can only sell their children if they cannot survive.

It's called Geisha Alley. "

When Oshima Kazuya said this, the temperature outside couldn't help but drop suddenly.

There is an indescribable feeling.

It was as if there had always been good expectations for this world, but in an instant, all the pretense was ripped off.

Then what was displayed in front of them was only the hopeless abyss, and the faintly visible moon above their heads.

They are in the abyss.

How much time will it take to reach the moonlight?
Some people started climbing with bare hands.

But most fell to their deaths.

Then the rest of the people began to fear everything.

Or stay in the abyss.

That's not bad either.

Over time.

The brighter the moonlight outside.

Inside the abyss, it gets darker.

"It can't stand the comparison." Oshima Kazuya suddenly sighed.

"Actually, when it comes to literary enlightenment, there is still a foundation that cannot be avoided after all.

This thing is easy to say, but it is actually very difficult to do.

But at least Teacher Bei Dao let us see a sign.

Compared with the upper classes that were talked about before.

In some of the later works, the figure of the lower classes began to appear. "

When Oshima Kazuya said this, with fear in his eyes, he looked at Bei Daoju with a very low voice: "However, people at the bottom are far from loving life like Mr. Jintian.

Of course, they don't have the money to... read books.

Even, the entire neon illiterate people are among those people.

Literature began to sink.

But maybe it won't really hit bottom. "

Oshima Kazuya had nothing left to say.

That is, in fact, many times the class cannot be changed at all.

Because the existence of class itself determines that class cannot be changed.

Kou naturally knows and also wants to express the meaning.

After thinking about it.

Holding Lily in her arms, feeling the softness of Lily.

"So, we're not trying to change classes, just make them appear.

Sometimes pity is not a very good thing.

But without mercy, it would be too cold. "

"So I plan to give it a suitable name, Tokyo Sanji.

how do you feel "

"Let's talk about this later."

This time, Kazuo Oshima was also very rare and did not immediately urge the manuscript.

It looks rather serious.

It seemed that he never thought that the foal would think to this extent.

Sometimes there is a difference between a writer and a philosopher.

A philosopher can be a writer, but a writer cannot be a philosopher.

Right now, Foal has such a trend.

It seems that his angle of focus is more tricky than others.

It was at this time that Kazuya Oshima began to truly believe what editor-in-chief Kashiwagi said.

If this matter is placed on others, it seems that it will not be successful.

But on Bei Dao Kou, there is hope.

When he came out of Ito Tavern, Kazuya Oshima's hands were empty.

But he didn't feel like he hadn't gained anything.

He turned to look at the horse that had put on a pair of clogs.

Clogs were trampled on the ground, rattling.

"The weather is fine today, you can try to go there for a walk."

And also pointed in one direction.

"There are some temples there."

As if thinking of something, he immediately added: "It's not that famous, but it's not a monastery either.

In short, if there is anything suitable for walking, it must be a good choice.

But if you go there, it will be a little far. "

Originally, Oshima Kazu also wanted to drive the horse.

But considering that sometimes, if he is always by Ju's side, it may interfere with his thinking about some issues.

Therefore, Oshima Kazu also chose to guide the way.

He looked at the horse walking towards the direction he pointed.

And the pair of clogs that rattled under his feet.

"It's rare for people who like rainy days to choose to go out on sunny days.

Talking about Tokyo Sanji and so on, does it feel a bit monotonous?

And it doesn't have that unique feeling of literary giants.

If they are collected together and published as a diary in the future..."

He looked at the horse's back thoughtfully.

"It might as well be called sunny clogs."

Oshima Kazuya just thought about it.

I saw the horse walking back again.

"Come on, Oshima-sensei."

Koma waved to Kazuya Oshima and let him go upstairs.

Oshima Kazu was also confused.

Didn't you go up just now?

Follow the horse upstairs.

It's that table again.

But the drawer is not that drawer.

stab.

Kou opened the drawer closest to the door.

Then take out a manuscript from inside.

"this is for you."

"???"

Kazuya stared wide-eyed.

big eyes.

greater doubts.

"Manuscript, put it here?"

He looked at the drawer in disbelief.

Then he pointed to the labeled drawer.

"In order to protect the manuscript, um... After all, it was suggested by Mr. Oshima."

"Meow meow meow~"

Yuriko looked happy.

Splash and roll on the ground.

Indescribably happy.

Da da da.

The horse walked outside with small steps.

Oshima Kazuya was holding something in his hand this time.

One copy, the manuscript he wanted.

But at this time, his heart was empty.

For some reason, he remembered a trick from the East.

"Empty city plan."

(End of this chapter)