I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 177 The Epoch-making Man
I don't know if the scene that afternoon was too...real.

Or is it that for them, they have seen the most real side of the world.

In the middle of the night, the rain fell on time, just as the weather forecast said.

This time the momentum is a little bigger than when it just fell into the night.

All the rain fell on the sky and covered the earth.

It's like being covered by a plastic film, and you can't breathe at all.

Yuriko squatted at the window, looking out of the window.

The smudged light from the street lamps stained Yuriko's glazed eyes with the splendor of fireworks.

While the wind blows in the rain, it brings some cool feeling.

Let Lily feel very comfortable.

The horse also woke up.

Maybe it's because he doesn't have to go to work, so he can listen to the rain in the middle of the night anytime, anywhere without any burden, feel the humidity in the air, and fall asleep peacefully.

Oshima Kazuya was also awake.

He needs to fall asleep early, so that he can maintain enough energy to complete the work when he goes to work the next day.

But he couldn't sleep.

It's raining harder outside.

There was a bang on the window.

Unknowingly, the shivering figure curled up under the stairs began to appear in his mind.

He is full of too much fear of this world.

Or... fear.

A fear that ordinary people cannot comprehend or even touch.

For a while, Oshima Kazuya also had a deeper understanding of what the editor-in-chief Kashiwagi said before.

Looking back at this time, it seems that there was a period of time when the rain stopped,
Maybe this time is a chance for that man to breathe.

In fact, in the afternoon, there was a certain hatred for that man.

After all, what I felt at the time was that this man was irresponsible, disregarding life and other negative words that could be thought of, all of which were added to the man.

"This is... why don't you eat minced meat?"

A thought popped into Kou's mind.

Lily cat meowed.

Not really.

It seems that why not eat minced meat more expresses the insurmountability of the two classes.

At the beginning, the horse didn't understand.

It seems to feel more deeply now.

At this time, he remembered some things from before.

For example... Chunqin, and dancing girls and so on.

There is a saying that makes more sense.

If some things are not born, there is a high probability that they will not exist again later.

But it is impossible to break the class.

Like a glacier, there are always people standing on the glacier, and there are always people standing on the land, laughing at those who hole fish on the glacier.

I don't know when I fell asleep,

When I woke up, it was already morning.

The touch in the air is more humid.

It looked like it had rained overnight.

Because it was raining, Oshima Kazuya drove his car to the Ito Tavern.

They are about to go to a meeting.

"I didn't sleep well last night."

After getting in the car, Oshima Kazu also said this sentence.

Then he saw Kou looking at him in horror.

"It's dangerous if you're driving while fatigued,"

"Otherwise, we still choose other ways of travel."

"I'm just saying this. I'm not tired at the moment, and I can drive a car."

Teacher Oshima said speechlessly.

"I just think, did we say the wrong thing at the time?"

He always felt that at that time, he stood on the commanding heights of morality and pointed at others.

He wasn't mourning the man, or pitying the child.

What makes him sad is that it seems that in this world, everyone's sadness is so different.

But you never know for what reason other people feel mourning.

Probably for the passing of spring.

Probably for the bleakness of autumn.

Of course, it may also be for whether you can live tomorrow.

At this time, by comparison, the truth they pursue, that is, the most authentic literature, seems so false.

Say what happened for the bottom people.

They don't even know how the people at the bottom live.

Some literature looks like a hypocritical and mischievous feeling of expressing sorrow for new words.

The foal didn't answer.

There was such a quiet atmosphere in the car. "

After a long time, Ju suddenly said: "At least, for now, we have found a direction, haven't we?"

"Literature needs to sink, but how and to what extent, no one knows, but we have already found a breakthrough, haven't we?"

Oshima Kazuya nodded silently and did not speak.

The venue is not too far away.

In fact, it doesn't take long to drive in Neon.

If possible, you can be anywhere, and you only need to drive for two hours to reach the beach.

When entering the door, Oshima Kazu also told Ju that he just had to follow him when the time came.

Those who attend the meeting need to sign in at the front desk.

This will facilitate subsequent settlement of attendance fees, etc.

And when Ku took out his invitation letter, the staff couldn't help but take a second look at Ku.

"I didn't expect that the teacher in the small courtyard was so young."

Kazuki Xiaoyuan's name, as long as anyone in the literary world knows it.

But no one knows who this person is or where he came from.

Because so far, only Xinchao knows his real identity.

Everyone else is unknown.

It is such a person full of mysteries who appeared here today.

Don't worry about being fake at all.

Because the invitation letter will be delivered accurately.

At the same time, Xinchao endorsed him.

Therefore, standing in front of you is the small courtyard tree that everyone is curious about,
"Hello."

"Hello teacher."

Everyone bowed to pay tribute.

This made other people who came to check in look over.

Someone who knew Oshima came over and asked a few more questions.

After learning that the person standing next to him was the teacher of the small courtyard, they all bowed and said hello.

Oshima Kazu also said with a smile beside him, "You have no idea how important you are in the literary world."

"This cannot be flattered, and it can even be said that this respect is earned entirely by your strength."

He vaguely knew why Ju refused to appear in front of everyone.

It may be because of the fear of questioning or ridicule.

However, with his current status, who would dare to mock him?
Who dares to ridicule a man who can bloodbath the entire pure literature market.

Especially in the future, it is likely to have a very terrifying rule over the pure literature market.

A word appeared in Oshima Kazuya's mind.

An epoch-making figure.

It is often crushing.

(End of this chapter)