I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 152 Ah Xun Came to Tokyo
The sensation caused by this article in the Temple of Obscenity seems to be a farce.

"So in fact, sometimes, abandoned things should be abandoned instead of... trying to recover."

Oshima Kazu also wrote in his diary.

On the top of these words, there is a sentence of Bei Daoju: "No one can resist the times. If there is, it is destined to become history and be annihilated."

The literary enlightenment this time is not as vigorous as the previous station literature.

Nor was it the same as before, eulogizing fiercely and sincerely for life.

Instead, I began to describe more about human nature about the times.

I don't know how they got a sense of human nature from this little incident.

But in Koma's words, this is what makes literature so fascinating.

However, as Geisha Lane gradually appeared in the public's sight, the old taro disappeared.

Someone searched the entire alley, but they couldn't find the character who appeared in the teacher's pen of Xiaoyuan.

It's as if it never existed.

Even after Geisha Lane faded out of sight, there was no sign of Old Taro.

Some people speculate whether he has survived forever in Xiaoyuan Kazuki's writing.

After all, so far, there has only been one person alive in the works of Teacher Xiaoyuan.

The matter of the old taro was discussed by the drinkers in the Ito Tavern.

Then, here, it reached Bei Daoju's ears.

"Is he really dead?"

The first generation leaned close to Juju's ear, his voice was very low, and when he spoke, he kept looking around.

When Boss Ito saw this scene, his heart skipped a beat.

The body could not help but lean a little towards where they were.

Ju thought about the old taro.

Then I found that the shadow of him in my mind seemed to have begun to become extremely weak.

I can't even remember what it looks like.

But I still remember clearly a few words he said.

Think of the reason why he came to Geisha Lane.

The horse shook his head slightly.

"He has been avoiding all the time, probably because he was noticed by others, and then he started to avoid something consciously."

"But, isn't he happy because he was included in the article?"

The first generation remembered that a newspaper had such a report before.

"There is no contradiction between being remembered and avoiding. It is very likely that he will go to a place forgotten by everyone, and then use his little life and faith to enshrine another unknown name, which does not conform to the etiquette system. Building a prostitute temple."

"Maybe the obscene temples won't really disappear.

Like the rules, there is always something outside of those rules.

It's like an iron cage.

There is always a void.

Only in this way can people experience a little freedom, when they can stretch out their hands from the iron cage and wave freely. "

The first generation whispered a few words softly.

"Everything is unclear like this. If the world can always be explained clearly, then why do we need so many words?"

Koma's slender fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop.

Boss Ito, who was eavesdropping next to him, thought that Koma had discovered his listening.

Hastily retracted the protruding head.

But because he retracted too quickly, he forgot that there was a baffle above his head and hit it, and let out a cry of pain.

This cry of pain immediately caught the attention of the first generation.

When he turned his head, he happened to see Boss Ito covering his head, his face flushed.

He muttered:
"If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't put the baffle here, it's easy to hit my head."

Then I saw the first generation covering his mouth and smiling.

Koma looked at him curiously.

Boss Ito smiled sarcastically and did not continue speaking.

It's just that he always felt an indescribable emptiness in his heart.

When she returned to the room, Yuriko was playing with the pen on the table.

Seeing Ju enter the room, she bit the pen in her mouth, and waited for Ju to sit down before putting it in Ju's hand.

Kou looked at the latest manuscript in the drawer.

"temple"

He hesitated for a moment.

In the end, I chose to put it in the drawer of discarded manuscripts.

I always feel that the focus of this society is a bit strange.

It's as if it's not on a point.

Tomorrow, I will talk to Kazuya Oshima about the fine day clogs.

Suspended for now.

Wait until the right time to write some of the following things.

As for when is the right time, no one knows.

The next day.

Before Kitajima Koma went to Oshima Kazuya, Matsubayashi Hideko came to Ito Tavern.

There was a flush on his face.

There is also a slightly heaving chest and rapid breathing.

It can be seen that she trotted all the way here.

The first time she saw Bei Daoju, she couldn't wait to say, "Here we come."

"What's coming?"

"Remember the touring artist we met when we went to Izu?"

The horse nodded.

"They're coming to Tokyo."

The first word that popped into Koma's mind was fate.

Then I started to wonder.

Even if it is fate, then why did the girl who was originally in Izu choose to come to Tokyo...

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the report that Boss Ito had hung on the wall.

#One likes to forget the historical city#
This is an article written by someone who apparently started trolling Tokyo because of Geisha Alley.

"So, how do you know?"

"Because I received a letter from my father."

Xiuzi waved the letter in her hand, but it was obvious that she didn't intend to hand it over to Ku to read.

Most of them are letters from home.

Letters from home cannot be freely shown to others.

Not even a foal.

"When?"

"The time should be here."

Xiuzi counted the time, and then added: "They are here, not just her."

Mostly because he was afraid that Ju would fall in love with that dancer named Ah Xun.

A special supplement.

Just when they were talking about Ah Xun.

A train in the train station slowly entered.

Then, with a long siren sound, the passengers were continuously thrown out.

From a distance, it looks like little tadpoles, walking towards the bright place outside.

"Tokyo is so big."

Ah Xun poked his head out and let out an exclamation.

Then other artists got off the bus one after another.

This exclamation was also issued one after another.

For them who have always lived in Izu.

Tokyo is an unattainable place.

It seems that making the decision to come to Tokyo is not an easy thing.

In fact, when they actually set foot on the land of Tokyo, they realized how difficult the decision they made was.

"Then next..."

An elderly man glanced at the note written by Matsubayashi's family.

"Let's go to Matsubayashi-sensei, she's in Tokyo...

She lives in..."

(End of this chapter)