I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 149
No one is born to believe in gods.

Especially after they have experienced many kinds of despair, they are still persistently willing to give all their beliefs to the gods.

It is not so much how firm their beliefs are, but how desperate they are.

Let me ask you, what is the use of their daily prayers?

"Even after hard work and busy farming every day, all efforts were ruthlessly destroyed by a severe drought."

"It was only at this time that they realized their insignificance."

"But they couldn't do anything, so they started to dedicate their whole body and mind to the god of rice."

"If there is a bumper harvest, then the God of Rice has manifested. If there is no bumper harvest, then the god must have offended His Excellency."

"Isn't this the origin of God?"

"Especially this tiny place."

"What else but this faith can save those who are in prison?"

"Despair is not just a simple word."

"Maybe despair should be to them...

Those people leaned drowsily beside a huge gear.

They are exhausted.

Sweat drenched the clothes, and the clothes were caught in the huge gears.

Amidst the heavy mechanical sound, the gears drove them forward slowly.

Then those people woke up startled, seeing the very clear future, they all started to panic.

But they couldn't do any resistance at all.

So I started praying with my hands folded.

Even if they know, it's useless. "

In fact, there is a saying that is quite true.

seeing is believing.

When they didn't really see Geisha Alley, everyone felt that the words were exaggerated.

Looking at the area of ​​Tokyo, how could such a place exist.

How could there be such poor people who want to sell their sons and daughters?

In everyone's cognition, it seems that the bottom of society is nothing more than homeless people.

But now it seems that this group of people living in Geisha Lane are living a more unsatisfactory life than the homeless.

The so-called residents are like Kong Yiji's gown, which can't be taken off at all, and it keeps them bound all the time.

In short, apart from contradictions, there are only contradictions that can be seen in this place.

"So, this article isn't really about the so-called sociological thing at all, is it?"

Someone asked tentatively.

He can't bear the taste of Geisha Lane a little bit.

All kinds of old smells are mixed with the stench of soil and the unique smell of rotten wood.

And because the alley is not ventilated, it looks more like it has been sealed for a long time, and it has a bit of rancid smell.

He took a few steps back, but was met with blank stares from around him.

Some people around did not look at him, and even ignored such questions.

Literary works, as long as they are beyond their essence, are something added.

No matter from which point of view this kind of thing is understood, there is a certain truth.

But there is a problem here, that is, what the author himself may want to express is very simple.

There is such a place.

There is such a thing.

Among other things, it's someone else's idea.

Therefore, instead of exploring sociology and so on, it is better to think about the group of people who are in despair.

Words often have little power, because they can only record something.

But a lot of the time, it's powerful because it gets a lot of people to see what it's documenting.

There is no doubt that Kazuki Xiaoyuan was successful.

"We are not demolished."

A person took a tentative step forward, and then he was greeted by the fist raised high by the old taro.

But he didn't fall.

After pausing in the air for a while, the old taro sighed heavily: "Then what can we do?"

"We can't change anything."

After Lao Yutou said these words, the whole alley seemed to freeze.

The originally excited and angry crowd in the back suddenly fell silent.

They all lowered their heads, staring blankly at their hands and the soil under their feet.

Suddenly, the atmosphere dropped directly to a trough.

Then there was dead silence.

A group of people didn't say a word, even if they lowered their heads, they could feel their eyes becoming numb at this moment.

It feels like turning into a bunch of logs.

Seeing that no one paid attention to what he said just now.

He repeated: "We are not demolishing."

"Then what are you guys doing?"

"Did you come here for a tour?"

A relatively young person in the alley said a word at this time.

His complexion has always been very bad.

"We never have anyone here to visit, or even see anything worth seeing.

Some are nothing more than after the child grows up, a large number of brokers come to buy the child at a very low price and send it to be a geisha.

You guys are really going too far if this kind of thing is worth visiting. "

After these words were spoken, those people at the entrance of the alley, including the person who spoke before, also stopped breathing.

Things seem to be starting to develop out of control.

Maybe there will be a riot later.

Maybe some bad consequences will happen.

Originally, they had planned to flee from this place quickly.

But I found that the other side didn't seem to have this idea at all.

Just stood there blankly.

Then a word in the article emerged in everyone's mind: "foolish people."

(End of this chapter)