I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 167 I want to meet this Ye Zi

Yoko Higuchi?
Kitajima Koma took the document bag handed over by Mr. Miyai.

I took a closer look at the name on the file bag.

The surname Higuchi is indeed rare.

It's just that he didn't understand the story between Mr. Miyai and this...Miss Ye Zi.

As a security guard at the gate.

Naturally, some observations are indispensable.

Seeing Kitajima Koma's question, Mr. Miyai invited him to sit in the duty booth for a while.

This time, no one came over.

In addition, because it is Bei Dao Ju, no one will say much.

After all, is it possible that the writer is collecting material?

Although the editorial department and Mr. Miyai didn't say anything on the bright side.

But we can still see something from the attitude of the editors towards Mr. Miyai.

The group of editors and teachers who have always been proud would greet Mr. Miyai if he was on duty.

Therefore, in Xinchao, there are always people who think that this ordinary security guard may have a different background.

Relationships are everywhere.

It is an essential attribute of human society to watch people order food.

Can't be changed.

"This child is also a poor person."

Nokatsu Miyai poured Koma a cup of hot water.

Then put it in front of him respectfully.

"Their family also recently moved to my neighborhood."

Miyai-san recalled.

The place where Mr. Miyai lives is relatively remote.

They live there the largest group in this society.

It seems a bit too high to say that it is a middle class.

It should be barely able to support the family.

The kind of situation that is insufficient compared to the top and slightly more than the bottom.

Such a group is basically relatively stable.

How many people are in the community, or how many people have been removed, will be known immediately.

Not long ago, the house next to their house, which had been vacant for a long time, ushered in a family.

The population of this family is considered normal.

There are five children.

Besides two older brothers and one older sister, this child named Ye Zi also has a younger sister.

It's just that when the Higuchi family failed in business when they moved here.

So the whole family has that extremely decadent temperament.

The leaves are lovely.

gives the feeling...

This also makes Mr. Miyai feel that she is talented.

It's like the feeling that Mr. Bei Dao and Matsubayashi gave him before.

Not everyone, Mr. Miyai, can help deliver manuscripts.

He has always felt that there are not many people who really have that kind of writer's temperament.

"It should be regarded as a very accidental opportunity, at that time."

Mr. Miyai lowered the temperature of the duty booth a little.

Pointing to the file bag that Koma held in his hand, he said.

"When I came home, I happened to see the child Ye Zi squatting in the middle of the yard, writing something in front of a flower."

"Then I asked curiously, and I said, Ye Zi, what are you writing?"

Mr. Miyai showed a smile and continued: "Yezi told me at the time that she was writing about spring."

"'Can spring be written?' That's what I said at the time.

Originally, I thought about making fun of the child like this, but looking at Ye Zi's eyes after hearing this sentence, I could feel that she said seriously: "Yes, spring can be written." '"

"She came over and showed me the piece of paper in her hand with writing on it.

It's a... Waka.

It should be called like this.

Specifically, I just heard the editor teacher say so, and I don't really understand the details.

Ye Zi said that she had studied waka seriously before.

It was just learned in a folk private school. "

Kitajima Koma originally wanted to ask what the Waka was written.

But seeing Mr. Miyai's appearance, he stopped asking.

Mostly do not remember.

However, through what Mr. Miyai said, he became curious about this Ye Zi.

Although Mr. Miyai did not elaborate on the previous life experience of this leaf.

However, there is also a slight mention of a mouth.

In fact, look at many famous figures in history.

Not to mention all of them, but basically most of the famous writers wrote those masterpieces after experiencing a lot of pain or living an unsatisfactory life.

Although this logic is not quite correct.

But preliminary inferences can also be made.

That is, those who have experienced major changes, have certain insights and talents, and will write immortal works.

"So, she wants to contribute?"

Kou shook the file bag in his hand.

"There are two reasons."

Miyai-san sighed.

"One is because of her father's death and some reasons, life is a bit difficult. She usually relies on knitting, sewing and washing clothes to make ends meet."

"Another one is that she said that in the previous private school, a sister wrote a book, and the book was picked up by the publishing house, and she got a large amount of royalties from it.

It seems that compared to those so-called knitting, sewing and starching clothes, earning money to support a family through writing is a good choice.

Maybe it was unimaginable to be a writer before.

But what could be more miserable than knitting, sewing and starching? "

After hearing these words, Ju was silent for a long time.

He took a deep look at the portfolio in his hand.

Then he raised his head and looked at Miyai-san.

"So, what is contained here, I can understand it as a girl, no, a girl who lives at the bottom, the hope of trying to survive?"

Miyai-san nodded heavily.

This situation is very similar to the original horse.

Perhaps, writing is the only salvation she can think of.

The weather was already bad today.

This time, several thunderclaps appeared in the sky.

The wind blows the surrounding trees crooked.

The foal looked out at the weather.

He smiled and said to Mr. Miyai: "Since the weather is bad, I'll take a look here for a while."

For Koma to be happy to watch, Miyai is naturally very happy to be able to live.

Didn't he also hope that Ye Zi can walk out a path of his own.

Before he met Bei Daoju, he always believed in one thing.

That is, writers are always of noble birth.

But after meeting Bei Dao Kou, he began to believe in something called talent.

Perhaps, sometimes, talent can break some of the tracks of fate.

However, speaking of it, maybe this is impermanent fate.

Miyai Nouko sighed.

Koma, who was reading the manuscript at the side, let out an exclamation.

In the bright moonlit night, the willow branches dance lightly, or because of the wind
Perhaps, this Ye Zi is really talented.

"Mr. Miyai."

Kou yelled seriously.

"Here I am."

"If you can.

I want to meet this leaf.

May I? "

(End of this chapter)