I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 160 Who died?
Haven't had time to ask yet.

Boss Ito appeared next to Oishi Teruyoshi.

Looking at him in surprise.

Then he turned and looked up at the TV.

At this time, Ah Xun on the TV just finished dancing and bowed slightly to thank everyone.

He nodded thoughtfully.

"Mr. Dashi, it seems that he also has a relatively strong empathy ability."

Boss Ito remembered that Kazuo Oshima was also in the tavern before, and he talked about the difference between writers and ordinary people.

One of the most different points is the ability to empathize.

He said that writers often have a strong empathy ability compared to ordinary people.

This kind of empathy ability allows them to have more insights than ordinary people in the face of a very ordinary thing.

That's the point of their creation.

Boss Ito remembered it clearly.

There has been a writer here before.

The one that was very popular some time ago.

It seems to be called station literature.

"Is it about Ah Xun?"

Boss Ito presented a cup of oolong tea.

He had a hunch.

The guy in front of me might be able to write something.

The previous one was called Station Literature.

So what is this... now called?
Dancer literature?
"That's it."

Oishi Teruji thought for a moment.

Seems to pass the story.

He thought of more.

It seems that he is not just talking about Ah Xun.

The student who pursued Ah Xun.

More like myself chasing dreams before.

Ah Xun is ideal.

And the ideal is an unattainable ideal after all.

So under such circumstances, the student died.

Because the student must die.

No one will really realize the ideal.

It's like no one can really pursue Ah Xun.

"Is this book written by Ah Xun?"

Boss Ito pointed to the book he was holding in his arms.

It can be seen from Oishi Teruyoshi's actions that after he finished reading this book, it became something very important to him.

When talking about this book, Oishi Teruji's eyes lit up.

"It's about Ah Xun, but it's not exactly about Ah Xun."

Boss Ito didn't hear clearly what he was talking about.

After yelling, Oishi Terukichi said something that sounded difficult to himself.

"Reading this book feels like being at sea.

Being able to feel my own body temperature, I became the boy I used to be.

Then the fishy smell of raw fish and the salty smell of the tide water.

When the head is raised slightly, through the cabin, you can see the island in the distance against the dark blue background.

It was as if a piece of the blue curtain was abruptly missing.

The water is pitch black, without any light.

Can't hear the sound of the waves. "

When Teruyoshi Oishi turned his head to look at Boss Ito, there was a dull feeling in his eyes.

This made Boss Ito feel scared.

At this moment, it seems that there is no emotion.

Or... a person who is about to die?
But Teruji Oishi didn't stop talking.

"And just like that, a little light appeared.

For anyone, it's just that the story is sad after all.

Because in the end, I will cry for a dancer from Izu and a student from Tokyo. "

Oishi Teruyoshi's voice was not loud.

But it seems to be because of the book in his hand, and because of his current state.

Gradually.

Those people are no longer gathered in front of the TV.

Instead, they all clustered in front of Oishi Terukichi.

Listen carefully to this reader who has just read Kazuki Xiaoyuan's new book.

Oishi Teruji's current state is very mysterious.

He was chattering.

"20, what a age, maybe the best time of my life.

Choose a very nice piece of clothing, such as a navy blue top with a broken white pattern, and then match it with a very well-behaved student hat.

Let's take a depressing trip.

After all, this is the original intention.

So, under the pen of Xiaoyuan Kazuki, such a splendid time gave a trek with beautiful mountains and rivers.

Fortunately, I met life, met a dancer, and of course, also met the most doubtless parting.

A love that ended before it even began.

Everything is as fragile as leaves in late autumn, unable to withstand the frost, and of course, unable to withstand the wind, even the breeze.

Finally, dead, all dead.

Like a child who died young. "

Oishi Terukichi raised his eyes and glanced at everyone present.

It is clearly summer.

But everyone felt the chill.

There was a cold war all over.

"Is that what the book is about?"

They glanced apprehensively at the cover of the book in their hands without any design words.

"No."

Oishi Teruji shook his head.

Everyone was just relieved.

I heard him say again:

"It's normal to have feelings for a beautiful girl. There may be evil thoughts in such a relationship. Who doesn't love it.

Maybe this kind of love with youth is more pure.

Love her silky hair.

Love her simple and shy.

This emotion is clean and transparent.

Love the arc of her impeccable double eyelids.

Love her naked body waving in the sun.

Maybe this is love.

But please forgive this feeling.

Because it is so fragile.

Come anytime, anywhere, go anytime, anywhere.

Fluctuating like a dandelion. "

As Oishi Terukichi was talking, everyone who listened to him felt a kind of discomfort.

They all seemed to have turned into duckweed.

There simply isn't any chance of taking root.

"All the happiness and sorrow are not as good as the sunny hillside to withstand the seven-color light.

Artists live in peace as they meet.

Maybe I come to Tokyo in one summer, and I will return to Izu Island in a certain winter, wandering and humble.

How can a student who met briefly refuse such happiness and sorrow? "

When Teruji Oishi said this, there was a gust of wind blowing outside.

Wind-blown windows creaked.

It was very quiet in the room.

All the drinkers put down their glasses.

The words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat.

Even if I want to say a few words and think about it, I still choose to give up.

None of them thought that what Kazuki Xiaoyuan took out this time would be so lethal.

"Maybe, I mean maybe, they're together?"

Oishi Terukichi raised his eyelids and glanced at everyone.

Everyone understands this regret.

Yes.

They simply cannot be together.

Absolutely impossible.

"So, he died."

"Who died?"

Everyone was breathless.

asked quickly.

"Student, the student died and fell off the cliff.

This encounter is like a game.

Life, isn't it just the glow after the rain, it can only cover up the unpredictable sky. "

"That's it?"

Boss Ito couldn't help asking.

"No, I'm crying."

"Who cried?"

"In the beginning, the student was crying and leaning on the railing.

Then Ah Xun also cried.

Ok……

At that time, Ah Xun was in a mountain stream, where there was a spring.

The spring water rang all night. "

(End of this chapter)