I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 181 The so-called literary world is nothing but a group of frogs
Maybe it's like what the writer said earlier.

"Since everyone will not speak for the time being, then I will say something first, and it will be used as an introduction."

After he finished speaking, everyone found something to say, and for a while, the venue fell into a very heated discussion.

There are many points to discuss.

For example, how far should the line of sight sink.

Another example is that some special groups are not limited to the so-called vagrants and those who are in the world.

There are also gardeners or construction workers who wear shabby clothes and work in the plantations.

It seems that in any country or social aggregate, this group of people involved in urban construction will be described as a poor and vicissitudes image.

In fact, their wages are not very low.

However, it seems that they did not live very well.

All of a sudden, writers who didn't seem to have anything to write at first found a source of inspiration one after another.

After all, people rely on words to make a living.

For them, only one point of inspiration is needed.

When writers are used to using words to reflect the living conditions of little people.

Only the humble and inconspicuous appearance of the little people will really enter the eyes of this society.

Of course, because all the people present are writers, the pens in their hands will touch something on the upper level.

Maybe.

What Koma thought was maybe.

It's going to change a little bit.

The atmosphere of the venue was good.

Even those who attended the meeting felt that neon literature was going to be revived.

Soon it was time for halftime.

Kazuya Oshima stood up, patted Koma on the shoulder, and led him towards the editor-in-chief Kashiwagi.

"How does it feel?"

Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi's voice was as gentle as ever.

"not bad."

Ju added: "At least, it's a little bit better than I thought."

Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi nodded and did not continue speaking.

"The discussion just now was very heated. At least in this respect, we managed to lower our eyesight, but we only managed to lower our eyesight."

"Including us."

"What happened that day, Kazuya told me about that man and the abandoned baby.

I think he has more storytelling than the abandoned baby incident.

If possible, the combination of the two may have an unexpected effect. "

It has to be said that this is the editor-in-chief's sense of smell in the field of literature.

Such a point of view has opened up Ju's thinking a lot.

Since the name of the story is set to be unknown, it is not just that case.

Then there is the person they met.

There is also this group, which is also unknown.

"No one knows. My understanding has two levels."

Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi took out a mirror cloth from his breast pocket.

He has this habit.

When thinking about problems, I like to wipe my glasses.

For him, this action should be more conducive to his thinking.

"One is to take it literally.

Such a thing, such a group, no one knows.

They cannot break through the limitations of class.

Such a restriction is terrifying and extremely firm.

It's like a bowl, just like that, turned upside down, so that you can't break through at all.

Desperate, alone.

They gave up the breakthrough.

And we can't see it. "

Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi shook his head.

He made an upside-down bowl shape with his hands.

At this time, he pointed outside.

It was pouring rain outside.

A small tree was uprooted.

The soil on the root system that was originally intended to be firmly grasped was all turned into mud under the washing of the rain.

So, it looks like the root system is bare.

They have no one to rely on, in the heavy rain, waiting to die in desolation...

How can there be a Populus euphratica that does not rot for thousands of years.

It's just a lot of shells that have lost their support and their souls have already rotted away.

Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi continued.

"There's another layer, and that's what I want to be able to write about.

It's just a little sad.

That is, even if they worked so hard, they broke through that damned prison and appeared in front of us.

We act as if we cannot see it.

No matter how much they shout, we will treat them as invisible.

So, this leads to a situation.

That is... no one knows. "

When editor-in-chief Kashiwagi said it.

The horse's body trembled.

It seems that such an interpretation is as sad and miserable as the tree outside.

Everyone saw the fallen tree.

But no one will care.

To die is to die.

But it has been uprooted.

So, is this what no one knows?

However, no one knows now.

There were so many people in the meeting just now, all discussing how to sink their eyes.

So, in the future, will this situation be mentioned by many people?

In this way, no one who sees it will remain silent.

Ju felt that it was not so desperate.

When everyone says that tree is going to die.

Then maybe someone will save it.

"Why don't you come here now?"

At this time, a person who looked like a manager was on the phone.

He yelled loudly into the phone.

Kuma remembered that the air conditioner in the venue seemed to be broken.

In this heavy rainy day, it is actually very muggy.

So making the organizers anxious is like ants on a hot pot.

And at this time, let the person who repairs the air conditioner come over.

Neither Kashiwagi nor Oshima Kazuya spoke.

And Koma looked at the heavy rain outside.

After a while.

The meeting resumes.

Everyone fell into a heated discussion once again.

It's just that the horse is always concerned about the tree outside.

After a while.

The door of the venue was pushed open.

A few drenched men walked in.

Wearing the clothes of a certain air-conditioning repairman.

They humbly begged the organizer for forgiveness.

Everyone saw it.

But they all acted like they didn't see that.

Still discussing intensely.

The air conditioner was fixed quickly.

To test the air conditioner, the group was left behind.

Because of the rain on his body, he was shivering under the cold wind.

Several were sneezing.

After the sneezing, he quickly apologized, begging for forgiveness for interrupting everyone's discussion by sneezing.

Everyone ignored it.

And the manager of the organizer was still scolding.

As if, their presence was a mistake.

Oshima Kazuya also gently pushed the horse.

The shape of his mouth is okay to say the least.

well enough?
Who knows.

Perhaps, the fate of that tree is to rot in the rain.

Because no one cares.

Even how they got the tree up.

The venue is still very lively.

However, at this moment, in Ju's eyes, they were just a group of noisy frogs.

　Hey, Milan Kundera has passed away. I hope this master of literature will have a good journey.

　
(End of this chapter)