I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 202 A piece of snow
Neon ushered in the first snow of winter.

The snowflakes this year are very delicate. Compared with the big snowflakes in previous years, they look more like Xiaojiabiyu.

The first generation gently patted the horse sitting on the threshold.

This shaking alarmed Yuriko in Ju's arms. She raised her head and let out a cry, then continued to sleep with her head buried in Ju's arms.

"It's been almost a year."

“In a few days, I will wake up on that street corner, and if nothing is done, I will freeze to death in this cold winter.

Then I came to this pub. "

Ju drew circles on the ground with his toes as a way of remembering the past.

The passage of time will always take some extreme ways. For example, at the end of the year, it will tell you that a year has passed, or at the end of a long vacation, it will tell you that it is time to go to work tomorrow.

Whenever we remember the past, it is always accompanied by the so-called sadness and sentimentality.

This kind of sentimentality comes largely from the helplessness of not being able to seize time and the inability to do anything about the passing of the past.

For example, being coerced by this bastard's worldly ways, or for example, Mr. Okawa's hands turned into birds before, and his figure walked farther and farther in the dark blue night, until he finally jumped away.

"Speaking of which, it's been almost a year since Mr. Okawa passed away."

The first generation just happened to be holding that person who was not worthy of the world.

She has recently been responsible for some affairs of this book. News from the publishing house said that this book will be translated into several languages ​​​​and sold overseas.

A large part of the reason why I chose this book is to commemorate Mr. Okawa Masato.

This matter was done by editor-in-chief Kashiwagi.

"Logically speaking, Snow Country is the country with the most commercial value, but literature is not ink writing that is full of the smell of copper.

The release of the Snow Country translation is a certainty. Instead of doing so at such a time, we feel that we should pay tribute to Mr. Okawa in the name of literature.

Just like in the future, we will also pay tribute to Mr. Kaneda in the name of literature.

Words have warmth, it is the heat that can melt glaciers even after a long time.

As long as humans exist and civilization continues, there will always be scalding heat. "

No one objects to the new trend, and everyone is very motivated.

At this time, they all like to use Oshima Kazuya's words, that is, this is the literature I love.

Hearing what the first generation said, Ju smiled and said: "I'm glad that there are still people who remember Mr. Okawa, even though no one was present when he passed away."

All in all, I am not related to Mr. Okawa, or rather just acquaintance.

After sitting cross-legged at the door for a while, Komaya didn't figure out what to write in the new book, so he gently put Yuriko on the ground, and then planned to go out for a walk.

He took the umbrella that Shodai hurriedly handed over, and after saying a gentle thank you, he stepped into the snow.

Ju didn't know where to go, he just wanted to walk. After his thinking was limited, he always liked this.

In the heavy snow, Shodai and Boss Ito lit up the lanterns at the door.

It looks like there is a little bit of red in the white sky.

The red flowed like a river. The horse held an umbrella and walked forward along the red river, dyeing the surrounding snow reddish.

He wore a lot of clothes this time, and his hands could clearly feel the cold outside, which showed that there was a big difference in temperature between his hands and the outside world.

Ju plans to go to Osaka or Kyoto if he still has no ideas during this period.

Tokyo cannot represent neon, and he wants to see life in other places.

But I don’t want to get caught up in the so-called disputes between Kanto and Kansai.

When I turned the corner at the intersection, I met a couple.

The two of them huddled under an umbrella and stood at the corner, both looking up at the sky.Ju walked very slowly. At this time, he heard the girl ask: "Tell me, what do you call snow?"

"What do you call me? Isn't it the same as your name?"

Koma understood that the girl's name should be Yuki or something.

"I'm talking about how to call it. No, how should it be described? What should I use to describe snow."

The boy was silent for a long time, thinking about this issue.

But he didn't come up with a good answer.

Ju said nothing and took the question away with him.

I happened to meet Kazuya Oshima walking outside.

Before Teacher Oshima could say hello, Ju stood in front of him and looked at him seriously.

"what?"

"What do you call snow?"

Oshima Kazuya was suddenly confused by the question.

"What else can you call this, Yuki?"

"I'm talking about quantifiers."

"There is no special quantifier to describe snow, right? A heavy snow, or else just a snowflake?"

Oshima Kazuya always felt that Kitajima was having another nervous attack, so he asked some strange questions.

But then he realized something.

Every time I encounter something like this, after asking this question, I will have some new ideas, such as a new book, or even a haiku.

Thinking of this, Oshima Kazuya suddenly became energetic and asked back.

"Then what do you think you should call snow?"

Bei Daoma shook his head, he didn't know either.

He didn't get a good answer to this question either.

Now that they met Oshima Kazuya, they naturally had no idea of ​​going shopping. The two of them started to turn back and walk towards Ito Tavern.

While eating, Oshima found Kitajima standing alone under the eaves and mumbling.

You couldn't hear anything else said from a distance, but if you got closer, some words could faintly appear in your ears.

“What should we call snow?

It seems that no one has considered this issue.

Didn't even think about it carefully.

But if it is regarded as a crystal, it should be called with quantifiers such as "one" or "one grain".

However, when the sky is full of Qiong Yao and the snow is falling on the ground, "particles" or "grains" cannot express its style.

Of course, it seems inappropriate to use "pieces" to refer to snow, because it is easy for people to imagine it as pieces of petals or pieces of fallen leaves.

However, the snow falling now can be described as "pieces of snow", and you can't use other words to describe it.

Under the warm sunshine, the snowflakes moved forward and backward, flying up and down, slowly falling to the ground, looking like a piece of white petals swaying and dancing. "

Hearing this, Oshima Kazuya raised his head and looked outside.

There is no sunshine at this time, but wherever the light reaches, there are swaying snowflakes...

(End of this chapter)