I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 162 Another Version of the Dancing Girl
Professor Ueno nodded slightly.

Then he looked at the next person.

Indicate that you can continue to speak.

After all, the purpose of the group meeting is to allow them to exchange ideas here.

Literature has never been limited.

Rather, the most all-encompassing thing in the world.

Everyone at the group meeting expressed their feelings about the book.

Professor Ueno listened to all the speeches patiently.

Then he produced a letter.

"This is written by Professor An Bin, about this book."

"It's worth mentioning that, on the eve of Snow Country's publication, a few of us went to the editorial department of Xinchao overnight, just to have a glimpse of Snow Country.

We all felt a wonderful feeling at that time.

This feeling is also very conflicted.

It is the same as what Xiaoxi said when he talked about the book just now, it gives us the feeling that the text is very light, but it has a very strong feeling. "

Professor Ueno opened the letter.

He didn't explain, but the implication is that the next thing to talk about is the content of Professor An Bin's letter.

"In fact, you can feel this very light style of writing.

But Professor Azumi and I both think that this is similar to cooking without adding any seasoning, and it is a reason to only bring out the umami of the ingredients themselves.

It seems that love appears more frequently in this book than in the previous Snow Country.

The love in his works is faint, and everything is faint.

The mist in the mountains, the fragrance of grass in the mountain stream, the sweetness of the meeting between two people, and the sadness and sorrow at the end, all are indifferent.

It's like a thin layer of mist floating on the water, which can be seen but not touched.

But after walking for a while, you will be surprised to find that your whole body has already been wet.

Originally, he was looking at the fog, but he was already in the fog.

Perhaps it is not difficult for us to find one thing.

In Xiaoyuan Kazuki's pen, the so-called principles of life or the worldview constructed are all poignant and beautiful.

It is as if the whole being is made of sorrow.

Poignant to the extreme, also sad to the point. "

Professor Ueno paused for a moment.

Everyone who kept taking notes raised their heads to look at Professor Ueno at this moment, and then continued to look at the notebook.

Waiting for his next words, so that it is easy to record.

But he didn't continue talking, but pointed to a person.

Let him talk about his understanding of this so-called poignant beauty.

"Poignant, I have to sigh. Teacher Xiaoyuan's pen is like a knife transformed from a willow leaf. It can cut deep wounds when it is gently drawn across the skin. No matter how much protection is worn.

The moment he read the text, he was doomed to be filled with sadness in his writing. "

Oshima Kazuya looked at those people who were holding books and their faces were full of sadness, and couldn't help sighing.

"It seems, now, no, when the book was published, Ah Xun was already destined not to become an ordinary dancing girl."

Oshima Kazuya said to Koma who was beside him.

"But Geisha Lane is still Geisha Lane."

Oshima Kazu was also noncommittal.

didn't say anything.

It's not that he can't speak.

Rather, it involves a profound philosophical question.

This question cannot be answered by him alone as an editor.

The student pointed out by Professor Ueno thought about it.

Then I wrote a word on the paper: diffuse.

He said unhurriedly:
"The sorrows written by Mr. Xiaoyuan seem to be diffuse, but after reading it, this diffuse feeling will directly and firmly wrap the heart.

Compared with other writers, he prefers to use sentences that are not very long to create a mellow feeling. Of course, this feeling is not short-lived.

And it's accumulating gradually.

Just finished reading it completely, and then just happened to remember it for a long time. "

Not only Mr. Oishi.

Basically, all readers who have finished watching The Dancing Girl of Izu.

In everyone's eyes, there will be a shadow of a dancing girl who is sad and sad.

When the emotion reaches the extreme, I really want to cry.

But I can't cry completely.

Kazuki Xiaoyuan manipulated all the emotions to the critical point of crying and not crying.

After hearing some people tell the story of that night.

They will all be sour.

In my mind, I will start to weave my own story along the lines of what happened on that drizzly night.

Across the shore, I watched the small boat gradually go away.

When the ship disappears on the horizon, those pictures will gradually turn yellow in my mind.

like a...

Like a hearty dream.

I have had a dream for a long time, and after waking up, I may gradually forget the one in the dream.

But there will always be some details that become lingering imprints.

For example, on a certain day of a certain month and year.

They met.

Maybe the weather was bad that day.

But the look on his face was fine.

"There is a saying in the ancient eastern country that is very appropriate.

Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless in the world. "

Professor Azumi wrote in the letter.

After reading it, everyone was silent for a while, and then carefully savored the meaning of the poem given by Professor An Tan.

The more people taste, the brighter their eyes will be.

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"Ah Xun, you seem to be famous."

Izu's dancing girl This gust of wind naturally also blows to Izu.

Ah Xun turned his head and saw the books on the table.

Later, she recalled the person she was talking to at the time.

It seems to be called Kitajima Koma.

"I heard from Hideko that we are already very famous in Tokyo.

I think if we can go to Tokyo again.

Maybe we can play in bigger places.

How about we go..."

He wanted to continue talking.

Then I saw Ah Xun's eyes, revealing endless sadness.

He stopped talking immediately.

He suddenly remembered the reason for going to Tokyo.

"What did you write?"

Ah Xun asked.

"I don't know, I didn't look at it."

"But what's written in it is your story, what they tell."

Ah Xun nodded slightly.

However, soon, a very old voice came from behind.

"Ah, it's this book."

Turning around is the old woman.

After she saw the book, she really looked like that.

"I have one too.

It must have been written by that boy called Kitajima Koma.

No, according to their habits, they should be called by the pseudonym: Xiaoyuan Kazuki.

At the beginning, the child climbed the mountain in rainy days.

Stayed here for a while.

Later, before he left, he told me that he would give me a book in the future.

It was not taken seriously at the time.

After all, not everyone is a writer.

It's just that I didn't expect it to come. "

"Grandma, have you seen it?"

Ah Xun was a little apprehensive.

"They said it was about me."

"Write ours." The mother-in-law smiled.

"What about the last?"

Then, I saw her and said: "In the end, the students stayed in Izu, they got married, and then their children went to Tokyo to study in university."

(End of this chapter)