I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 159 Love That Ended Abruptly

No one can know how much of an impact the financial crisis has had.

But some people can understand Kazuki Kouin's current influence.

In retrospect.

It seems to be an instant thing.

This man named Kazuki Xiaoyuan appeared in front of everyone like this.

Then it destroyed everything that was originally established.

Although it seems a bit early to say this now.

But in Kazuya Oshima's heart, he had already shouted out.

He is defining literature.

It's just that literature is so well defined.

However, no one is currently discussing this issue.

Oishi Terukichi is considered a relatively lucky person.

He has been visiting the Ito family's tavern.

At the same time, he was one of the few guests on that rainy night to see the performances of touring artists.

Of course, under these premise, he had seen Ah Xun dancing with an umbrella a few days ago.

That is to say, the elf jumping in the rain.

Later, he was also in the Ito Tavern and witnessed the video tape that everyone came to watch.

It can be regarded as full participation.

However, even if he participated in the whole process, he still felt somewhat regretful.

Haven't spoken to Ah Xun.

I haven't seen Ah Xun up close.

In other words, he didn't personally ask the girl's name.

Hear her say her name in a lark-like voice.

In short, it's not that you don't feel sorry if you haven't seen it.

It seems that I have seen it, and it will also become a pity.

I heard that she is from Izu.

Now go back to Izu.

"Izu."

He doesn't have that much time to squander.

Therefore, when someone says that there is such a book, it is the story of Ah Xun.

He went and bought it.

He wants to understand Ah Xun.

"Are you in love with Xun?"

The drinkers around looked at the book in his hand and asked with a playful smile on their faces.

From his smile, you can feel a trace of wretchedness.

Oishi Terukichi gave him a white look.

"Do you think it's possible?"

"Young girls, who doesn't love them." The drinker waved his hand nonchalantly, and then pointed at those people who were clustered in front of the TV, watching Ah Xun's dance over and over again.

"So are they, and who cares if it's someone else, or some old women."

He took a sip of his drink and shrugged his shoulders.

"This is not love. It seems too one-sided to say that all feelings must be linked to love."

"It's just yearning for beauty."

Teruji Oishi added, but the drinker didn't continue to listen to him.

Instead, he drank wine and watched Ah Xun dancing in the TV.

Oishi Teruji consciously did not speak any more.

There is plenty of light in the tavern.

For regular customers like Oishi Teruyoshi, sometimes even if he doesn't order a lot of things, Boss Ito will not say anything.

Just like a tavern cannot be without drinks, a tavern cannot be without them.

Fixed location, fixed time, like an old friend.

He sat where he always sat, and there happened to be a downlight directly above him.

"new book?"

Boss Ito gave a cup of oolong tea.

"Ah."

Seeing the title of the book, Boss Ito was very excited.

Pointing to this book, he said, "This is not about... Ah Xun."

"Probably. I haven't read it yet."

"After reading it, remember to say it."

Teruji Oishi complied with this request which was not considered a request.

Kazuki Xiaoyuan's words are indeed beautiful.

The beauty is beyond comparison.

After the first page was turned, a beautiful picture scroll slowly unfolded in front of my eyes.

In fact, not only Oishi Terukichi, but also other readers thought that the perspective this time should be the same as when Chun Qin copied it.

But after they read the book, they found that it was a different perspective.

It seemed that Xiaoyuan Kazuki deliberately wanted to create a feeling of sadness and loneliness.

The beginning of the story is directly chosen on a rainy day.

It's completely different from Snow Country.

From the very beginning, this book intends to take a tone that makes people choke up when they see it.

That kind of regret diffused uncontrollably from the text.

Then it drowned people overwhelmingly.

Not even a chance to breathe.

In this kind of breathless words, there are also those ambiguities that cannot be explained clearly.

Of course, there's not a lot to hide about this one.

Almost everyone knew that this student liked this dancing girl.

And this dancer also likes this student.

"But it's impossible for them to be together."

Oishi Terukichi sighed.

He also doesn't know the development of the specific story.

There are too many versions.

As the protagonist, Ah Xun didn't say anything.

So it's not clear what it is.

Maybe you can get a glimpse of it from this story.

I hope the teacher of the small courtyard can give a... suitable ending.

However, I have to admire the skill of the teacher in the small courtyard.

He doesn't directly describe the progression of the story.

But...

On a moonlit night after the rain, I lay alone on the bed and listened to the dancers' drums in the distance.

In the extremely dark tunnel, icy raindrops are floating unscrupulously.

Make everything in this world extremely cold.

In such darkness, the exit leading to Izu seems to be showing a little bit of light.

The environment constructed by the teachers of the small courtyard through words is very beautiful.

Beauty to the point of unreal.

And the relationship between the student and the dancer is so clean that it is like petals falling from the branches, floating in the air.

During this process, no dust was contaminated.

Such a description is the same as that of Snow Country.

It's all that sad feeling.

It's just that there is one thing that Teruji Oishi can't quite understand.

Because in the story, there seems to be a question that has been discussed all the time.

That's about a dead baby.

Could this transparent dead baby be the teacher's concrete description of this relationship?
It should be this relationship that doesn't even have the strength to cry, let alone love each other.

Oishi Teruji seemed to feel it.

Perhaps this originally beautiful relationship may end up being extremely short-lived, as transparent as water, and just like the premature baby, it is impossible to escape the fate of death.

When he saw this, he suddenly raised his head to look at the group of people who left in front of the TV unhappy.

He really wanted to say something, do you know that what you are looking at is not a beautiful thing, but a broken glazed cup.

In the story, they talked about their hometown, the four seasons, and of course, the topic also talked about the dead baby.

Oishi Teruyoshi was shocked suddenly.

He felt that the climax of the story should be coming.

Love is on the lips, but no one can say it, even the joy in the corners of the eyes and brows must be properly hidden.

The love of youth, no matter how beautiful it is, is also accompanied by unreasonable fear and despair.

The road ahead is long, who has the courage to fly side by side across the sea.

However, love still has to be spoken.

There is not much time for the two of them to be alone.

On rainy days, they met to climb the mountain.

Today is the day when the students will leave.

And this day is also the first seven days of the dead baby.

on that platform.

The appearance of rain made the moss very moist.

Maybe……

He will leave in a dark passenger ship.

He would curl up in a stranger's sleeping bag, just rocking with the boat.

The stench of tide water and raw fish didn't give him any face, and it crazily got into his nostrils.

Maybe……

He will stay.

Will not be going back.

Maybe……

Not so much maybe.

he died.

Love died with him.

Died at the festival of that transparent baby
Died in the mountains where autumn rain falls in Izu
Died in the innocence of Ruo only meeting for the first time in the world.

Oishi Terukichi didn't catch his breath for a long time.

The originally horrific death has become so beautiful under Kazuki Xiaoyuan's writing.

But the feeling of this sudden stop made people feel very depressed, like a sudden knock on the head.

Such pain, and such discomfort.

When he came back to his senses, everyone was looking at him.

He touched his face.

Cried.

(End of this chapter)