I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 174 No one knows
"Everyone, I'm talking about you guys here, it looks like, oh no, they are originally high-ranking people.

Seeing the so-called normality in the world, what do you call these stories, tragedies.

Come out with a look of compassion.

You call our life a tragedy.

It is nothing more than this kind of great compassion to say that things that are not common in the world.

But……"

The man looked hysterical.

Even his face became very hideous.

Under the gloomy sky, the whole person is like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

There, in the place where the sun does not shine, mournful cries.

What he said, right?

In fact, everyone present knew it well.

Therefore, they did not refute immediately.

To some extent, this is indeed a common problem.

Or to put it another way, this is the original meaning of that sentence.

"Art comes from life."

From the perspective of this group of people, or the bottom of the society, it is nothing more than a group of people with very affluent living conditions, holding melon seeds and popcorn, sitting on those chairs piled up high and arranged in a ladder shape, watching their lives .

Then they define this behavior as art.

Watching them live in dire straits.

For a while, not only Ye Zi and Mr. Miyai were silent.

Even the eloquent Mr. Oshima didn't know what to answer.

Instead, Kitajima was silent for a moment.

"That's what it means," he said suddenly.

"what?"

Everyone was shocked by his words.

The man with a ferocious face like a ghost also paused for a moment.

Then he looked at Bei Daoju with a surprised face.

What's the point?
"At least, so they can know your days, right?"

"Otherwise, no matter how hard you live, no one will know.

Like it is. "

Foal uses "it".

Everyone looked at his hand.

Refers to the baby that was abandoned in the box.

"It, not him, is because so far, he has lost his qualifications to be a human being. Isn't this a disqualification in the world?"

"If you say that we are not here, and at the same time you are so determined to give up on him.

So how did he become a human being?

Even he has no future.

In other words, even the sun in the next moment may not be seen.

After all, many things died in this heavy rain.

those trees. "

The foal continued to point.

Then they clicked one by one.

"A mouse, a leaf, some flowers, and an abandoned baby.

There is nothing more depressing than a torrential downpour.

It's like a heavy snowfall, wearing thin clothes that can't completely cover the body, freezing to death on the side of the street. "

"You're just talking, and you haven't really experienced it..."

"I almost froze to death on the street, in winter, in the snow."

Kou raised his voice sharply.

It shocked everyone present.

about this matter.

Except for Kazuya Oshima, no one else knew about it.

They all feel.

A genius like Ju is the kind born out of nowhere.

And only Oshima Kazuya knew it.

Before he was born, what was the life of this very popular writer?

Perhaps it was the sincerity and clarity in Koma's eyes that convinced the man a little.

But he didn't think that such a life could be easily solved by saying two or three sentences.

These people are not so-called politicians.

Because politicians don't appear on the street.

They only think about how to rule in their utopia.

"Having said so much, I still can't support this child."

The man shook his head resolutely.

"Although there are many words, no matter how you say them, words are always words."

"It's like comforting myself in the coldest winter, saying that after a while, the miso soup will have the taste of pork."

"After all, until now, a bowl of miso soup has been filled with various radishes and onions.

When you are extravagant, at most you can pick up some abandoned and unnecessary snapper bones, which can be regarded as a treat.

Many things are easy to say, but if they are done, then it is another matter. "

The man shook his head.

He gave up arguing.

no need.

After all, I have said so much here, wasted so much energy, and have nothing to eat at night, so I will be hungry.

After he hesitated in place for a while.

He sat down towards Oshima and Ye people.

Ask them to spare themselves.

If you can, the child, get rid of the person who needs the child.

After all, some wealthy families cannot have children.

After finishing speaking, the man staggered towards the outside.

The weather at this time is very bad.

Heavy rain.

Men are like leaves in the rain.

Trembling by the wind and the rain.

It's like falling apart anytime.

Everyone stood there looking at each other for a long time.

But Kazuya Oshima didn't show an overly surprised expression.

"Originally, it was impossible for this child to be raised by him.

So, I've got it all sorted.

Let the orphanage of the Oshima family take over.

After all, we've been doing this all along. "

Oshima Kazuya also took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Then he looked at Bei Dao Kou.

He sighed.

"A lot of times, that's what writers face."

This sentence was actually for Ye Zi.

Because this child has just passed the manuscript.

I thought that after becoming a writer, I might gain something.

But in fact.

As a group, they have to bear something.

"It's a big deal."

Kitajima was silent for a while and spoke.

Then he looked thoughtfully at the baby in the cardboard box.

"Then, if possible, I would like Oshima Kazuo to write about the case just mentioned.

Perhaps, for me, it is of great help. "

"If Mr. Bei Dao is happy, then naturally it is good."

This is what Kazuya Oshima wanted too.

This is a great opportunity.

It is also the most important step that Bei Daoju will take in the literary world.

Since ancient times, literati have been divided into many types.

But there is often a kind of altar that literati are held up to.

This kind of literati, they are not just going to lead the spiritual revolution with their pens.

More often, their words can become a major force affecting society.

Such literati can promote social reform.

Because no one can ignore what he wrote.

and so.

"Do you have an idea for the name of this story?"

Oshima Kazu also asked casually.

Then I heard Kita Koma humming.

Spit out a few words.

"No one knows."

(End of this chapter)