I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 155
"Dancing girl?"

"This time the target is... a dancing girl?"

When the new book was placed on the shelf, a large group of people quickly surrounded it.

They didn't buy it immediately, but discussed the book around.

"I didn't use the dancer's name. I thought that if I wrote about the object, I would use the name or something."

After saying this, everyone suddenly remembered Mr. Jin Tian and the descendants of Xun Chunqin who caused a lot of trouble in the Sakagami Group.

Looking back now, it is straightforward to say that it is a dancing girl, and a prefix is ​​added.

Where is Izu?
Someone doesn't know that place.

"This place...is the dancer famous?"

"Whether the dancer is famous or not has nothing to do with the place."

"Of course there is a relationship. Some places are rich in beauties, while others are not."

"Ahem, everyone, don't you think it's a bit inappropriate to discuss this kind of issue in this place?"

Only then did everyone realize that it seemed inappropriate to discuss this matter in the bookstore.

Then they turned their attention back to the book.

"What kind of story is this time?"

This time the cover is different from the previous ones.

It seems that trendy artists have gone offline directly.

It's a very rustic one that looks a bit like a hemp cover.

The title of the book and the author's signature are simply written on it.

Nothing else.

It's not that I don't want to watch it.

Instead, he had suffered this kind of loss before.

No one knows whether Teacher Xiaoyuan's next book will be a cure or a depression.

Just like the previous disqualification in the world.

At that time, some bastard analyzed it blindly and insisted that this book was a redemptive truth.

That's why there are so many people passing by in a flash like those shooting stars.

So now, for all the books written by the teachers in the small courtyard, basically a habit of waiting and reading will be formed.

Or let’s just say that everyone gathers together to analyze and watch.

Of course, at this time, we must remember the person who took the lead in analysis.

Because basically, whenever there are major changes in the later period, it must be the problem of this person.

"Isn't there even a message from the editor this time?"

"Yes, it's just on the title page."

A quick-handed person flipped the title page, and then saw a passage written on the title page.

"The mundane dust is insignificant, and God's will is indistinct, separating you and me."

Everyone's Adam's apple squirmed, and even the woman without Adam's apple clenched her hands tightly.

Look at this sentence.

There is a bad feeling.

"I have a feeling."

Seeing everyone looking over, the speaker cleared his throat lightly, then pointed to the Snow Country on the bookshelf and said, "It feels like a Snow Country."

After he said this, everyone understood.

It seems that this is indeed the case.

The futile and illusory beauty can be felt very personally.

And so intense.

Counting since the Snow Country, this kind of illusory futility seems to have faded a lot.

Maybe it is precisely because this feeling is about to fade away, and this time I will give it another shot.

Everyone looked at each other.

No one in Snow Country will feel strange.

For the Japanese literary world, that book is like a beam of bright light piercing through layers of dark clouds.

Could it be that now another beam of... strong light is coming?
"It shouldn't be considered the second strong light."

Someone said something softly.

Then everyone belatedly raised their heads and looked at the corner of the bookstore specially prepared for Kazuki in the courtyard.

There are Kazuki Koinou's works so far except prose.

Yes.

It was no longer the second glare.

Bunches of strong light directly pierced the darker night sky.

A sky full of holes is no different from a black cloth with holes.

Then I saw that the place that was originally pitch black was brightened up.

"So, do you want to buy it?"

"buy it."

"but……"

"What's the but? If you don't buy it now, you probably have to wait for the next batch."

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"Teacher Oshima, are you here?"

When Oshima Kazuya pushed the Ito Tavern through the heavy rain, he found that Boss Ito was standing behind the door.

The whole house has been rearranged once.

Leave a space at the corner of the wall.

Later, because of the need to consider the comfort of sitting, the tables and chairs were adjusted.

After entering the room, I saw several customers who had been sitting there before appear in the shop.

"they are?"

"Tourist."

Boss Ito pointed to the wet notice placed in the corner and said.

"Tourist?"

"It's from Izu."

Oshima Kazuya's heart skipped a beat.

"So, who is that younger girl I saw again?"

"It's the dancer among the entertainers."

From Izu.

And then still a dancing girl.

and so……

Is she the dancing girl of Izu?
Suddenly, Oshima Kazuya's heart beat rapidly.

At this time, he can understand why those people are keen to find the characters written by Kazuki Xiaoyuan.

When characters leap from paper into reality.

It was an indescribable impact.

as it is now.

"How did they come to Tokyo?"

Vaguely, Oshima Kazu was also a little excited.

He thought of a possibility.

Is it something called fate?
For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Just follow Boss Ito to the place arranged for him.

"So, the purpose of asking me to come is to meet her?"

Oshima Kazuya also turned his head to ask Ju, and then he added: "It's called, Kaoru, right?"

"I think it is very necessary to watch Xun's performance, which makes me very touched."

Kou dragged his chin, holding a pen in his hand.

Scribbling and drawing on paper, the middle of the room is a bit dark, so I can't see what he is writing.

The sound of the rain is getting louder.

There was a loud bang on the house.

Then there was the sound of the wind forcing its way into the gap.

rainstorm.

The touring entertainer didn't seem to have a great weather for his first show.

There is a lot of moisture in the room.

Few people.

But still started acting up.

The lighting in the room seems to want to make the dancing girl's body more graceful.

Boss Ito, who wants to let more people know that there are touring entertainers here, opened the window again.

In the sound of rainstorm.

In the Ito Tavern, there was a faint sound of drums.

The drums are very close.

It seems to be mixed with the sound of rain.

But again no.

After listening to it for a while.

Several people around opened the windows slightly.

There are also those few people who are hiding from the rain not far away.

Stretch your body a lot towards here.

This time, the drums sounded more urgent.

The wind and rain were beating on their heads.

They closed their eyes and listened.

Trying to figure out what's in the drumbeat.

It's just that they can't figure it out.

After a long time, the sound of the sanxian came again.

There is also the shallow singing of women...

(End of this chapter)