I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 147 The Neon Is Disappearing

No one thought that Kazuki Xiaoyuan would choose to write this style of article.

For those readers who followed Xiaoyuan Yishu all the way, they didn't expect it.

Same as before.

In the long-awaited, Kazuki Koin's article finally appeared in the new issue of Fortune.

Neon people like to add some unnecessary definitions to everything.

For example, give a definition to survival.

For example, give a definition to what you eat.

Just like this time.

This is how they give definition to this article.

This is Kazuki Kouin's first essay since his official debut.

With such a definition, the number of people willing to pay for this article has doubled.

Fortune is sold out again.

All kinds of urgent orders are like snowflakes.

Then I watched the machines in the printing factory rushing forward with full power.

Truck after truck of periodicals was shipped out.

It's different from before.

In the past, some people would express their own opinions or try to interpret the new work as soon as the new work was published.

This is something they are happy to do.

But this time, it was quiet and nothing happened, as if no one bought the book.

Such a situation makes those who have not bought books feel a little strange.

So is this good or not.

"Everyone is saying that this article is not a novel, but prose.

Is it because the prose is not good enough? "

"Could it be that they are all fans, seeing that the writing is not good enough, and then helping to cover it up?"

"Kazuki Xiaoyuan doesn't have any attainments in prose at all."

……

"How about it?"

"This article?"

At the door of the bookstore, someone put his hands in his hands and poked his head out to ask.

They looked at Shi Yun who was put on the bookshelf again, and their bodies hesitated a little.

Listening to some news about the market, I am still hesitating whether to spend so much money to buy such an unfavorable journal.

But these words drew a cold snort from the readers around.

"You can buy the articles written by the teacher of Xiaoyuan with confidence."

"There's no need to worry about something else happening."

He looked up slowly from the book, looked at the sky, and said with a sigh: "It's really a sunny day today."

"So, this article?"

"Hard to say."

Hearing this comment, the people around were breathless, and it was difficult to say what it meant.

"Didn't you just say that it's not that the writing is bad?"

"No, but this article, compared to the previous ones, makes people think about something."

He sighed.

When romantic people start to explore real issues, but still use romantic techniques, they will feel that an unrealistic illusion is being broken, and then a painful reality is exposed.

"Actually, this article, or this series, if you guess right, is written around Tokyo.

A metropolis is often synonymous with being crowded, noisy and fast-paced, not to mention a super metropolis like Tokyo.

What he did seems to be looking for Tokyo's past life.

I am also constantly looking for the corners of this huge city that have not been discovered, or where people are together.

The wider the city is in terms of time and space, the more places you can savor carefully in the eyes and feet of caring people.

Can such a gap give people a moment of respite for those who live in the depths of the metropolis where the lights are feasting and the traffic is busy?

The teacher of the small courtyard took such a question to search.

This kind of search may find a forgotten corner, but more should be..."

He pondered for a while, and then he confirmed one thing: "It should be the neon that we have forgotten."

"I don't know if my interpretation is correct. In short, in this essay, I can intuitively feel that the teacher of Xiaoyuan seems to have a kind of nostalgia for the abandoned buildings in the corner of the city.

It's like remembering the past.

But it seems to be talking about some... bad things about the current neon.

But this is deeper than I can understand. "

"Let's talk about the current situation of Neon."

Another person suddenly interjected.

"The scenery in the eyes of the teachers in the small courtyard, whether it is humanities or nature, is very harmoniously gathered together."

"The nature of neon has strong colors, and it is reckless to confront them with the colors of paint and bricks.

Just look at some roofs, wall boxes, and corridors in the depths of the alleys. No matter where the neon buildings are, no matter where they are, they must be in harmony with the surrounding scenery, trees, and the color of the sky. Organize the inherent scenic beauty of distinctive neon everywhere. "

"In short, the teacher's ability to write scenes and express emotions is still online, and his love for life and self-view of life are revealed between the lines.

It seems that he can feel that when he compares the old with the new, the undisguised mockery is also mocking people.

For the practice of blindly being someone else's "follower" and discarding one's own unique charming style.

In life, there are many such people around us. Maybe they worship others and despise themselves, and even their own ethos is assimilated. When the self no longer exists, what is the meaning of life? "

"The wisdom of life also comes from the most ordinary every day. I also thought that I could simply walk around like the teacher in the small courtyard. Although the scenery he saw was the same as others, he could taste a lot from it. taste.

It's loneliness, it's sadness, it's melancholy, it's nostalgia...

When we walk into the world in the book and experience the emotions of the teachers in the small courtyard, we will also gain some insight and gain.

This is the unique charm of Teacher Xiaoyuan's writing.

It's not exactly a good era.

Perhaps more than anything else, alcohol has become a good medicine for relief in everyone's eyes.

Under the effect of such a good medicine, everything is lost.

We don't think about anything.

We will not worry about the future.

Just know how to muddle along.

No one knows what the future of neon will look like.

Maybe if there is no teacher in the small courtyard.

We don't even think about the present and the future.

The old ones are torn down.

Wherever there is a useful one, just take it and use it.

Whatever else to do.

Over time.

Neon is no longer neon.

This is a loss of culture.

It is also a kind of... loss of self! "

After all this was said, the man's eyes sparkled.

He looked around, at the stunned people.

He let out a breath slowly and said, "So, the neon is disappearing."

(End of this chapter)