I am a writer in Tokyo

"He will definitely come!"

These words have almost become Satake Kazuya's nightmare.

I miss this boy even more than this girl.

Kazuya Satake didn't really want to inquire about other people's privacy, such as what kind of disease this girl had or how they met.

If Oshima Kazuya and Kitajima Koma were here, there is a high probability that they would use the story between these lovers as inspiration. The former would ask one of his writers to create it; the latter would think about something more advanced. Go write a novel to rise to the social level and so on.

But Kazuya Satake will not do this. He pays more attention to his own feelings. For example, if he was not happy to help before, then he would not help; but now that he is willing to worry about them, he will definitely worry and care about them. What.

In the end, the girl was so weak that she could no longer stand up, and the doctor ordered her not to leave the ward.

Kazuya Satake visited the ward several times, and many people were shocked that there was an editing teacher in her circle of friends.

The snow outside is constantly aging, and her life is falling as quickly as these snowflakes, and finally disappears into the air.

It wasn't until this moment that Satake Kazuya learned Ren's name.

That is the sheet hanging on the hospital bed, and maybe it will be placed on the dark, scary body bag in the future.

Even though he has been exposed to so many deaths, Satake Kazuya feels that this time is the most direct, and it is the most thorough memorial to the world.

Finally, her eyes closed.

When he went back and saw the "snowman", Kazuya Satake was still thinking that if the Lost Paradise really existed, maybe Ren would go to that place.

He suddenly felt that when Kitajima wrote this story, he might not have blindly exposed the true face of the entire neon society - he thought it was ugly; perhaps it was also a tribute to love.

If there is a feeling that can override some things - law, morality, reality... then it must be love.

Whether it is a child or an adult, they will all say it is for love.

Because love can melt everything.

The "snowman" in the corner still looks damaged and has not been repaired until now. Even until now, Lian has not received a photo of them together.

Kazuya Satake thought about putting the photo on the "snowman" as a memorial, but then he always felt a lack of security when looking at the pedestrians coming and going.

After thinking about it again and again, he gave up the idea.

"Recently, Mr. Satake seems to go there to chat with the snowman."

"I also heard that the snowman was named Lian's child."

"The syllables of the name do sound strange."

"do not know."

Colleagues do not think this is a strange phenomenon. In their view, editors are similar to writers. Sometimes they do things that are different from ordinary people because of their feelings.

That's right, if you can be the same as ordinary people, then what kind of things can you write and what articles can you read be the same?

It snowed heavily at night.

When the wind passes through the street corner, there is always some sound, and the surrounding snowflakes also have sounds, which sound like Lian's murmur before.

"He will come to see me."

Her eyes were staring at the ceiling blankly, with a kind of pleading in her tone.

"Maybe our child will be resurrected, just like a snow girl, what do you think, Satake-sensei."

Satake Kazuya thought about it seriously and then gave a very affirmative answer.

The corner of Lian's mouth twitched.

"When the time comes, let's go see our child together and see him grow up and age little by little..."

Kazuya Satake raised his head and saw the snowflakes outside the window, old snowflakes?Let’s talk about life.

Perhaps in Lian's imagination, the sky at this time was pitch black, with auroras flashing in the sky, and then heavy snowfall.

The snowman came to life. He learned to walk in the snow, first strolling, then stumbling, and finally running skillfully.

Just like that, running forward all the way.

Finally, the aurora disappeared, the wind and snow stopped, the sun came out, and the snowman just melted little by little in the sunshine.

"So, why can't the snowman keep running?"

The child on the bed next to him had been listening, and he asked curiously.

Don’t fairy tales always have happy endings?

Lian was silent for a moment. She saw Satake Kazuya's expressionless face and knew that he was sad.

"Because, am I not destined to die?"

She bit the word "death" very hard: "So it is impossible for the snowman to run down. If the snowman can run down like this, I won't..." She started chattering as if there was no one around. Talking.

"But it's okay. If I can live forever, Zhengyi and I will probably quarrel."

Yamanaka Seiichi is a boy's name.

"Because I saw in TV dramas, couples always quarrel. We would quarrel over trivial things, and he would scold me angrily, and I would scold me back relentlessly."

"I don't like to quarrel. Quarrels are so annoying, but I have never quarreled with him. He loves me very much. This is not what I want, but if I live, it will definitely happen, so I don't want to live anymore. "

"I have never been to other places. I told Seiichi before that I wanted to visit Izu, and he said that he would go with me when I get better.

Then I asked him about money. Traveling requires money. He told me happily at that time that he would make money and he would make money.

I will grow older in the future, I will. When the time comes, my face will be full of wrinkles and I will still have gray hair, and I will not become beautiful at all. This is not me, and I don’t want to be like that. "

"Zhengyi doesn't believe it, but I think it's my existence that has angered the gods. Our family has always served the gods, but I think, I am going to marry Zhengyi in this life, how can I serve him all my life?" Where are the gods?

So God is angry and wants to take me away.

Mr. Satake, tell me, God is so stingy. "

"Zhengyi said I was beautiful. Even after I got sick, he wouldn't let me cry. If I cried, I wouldn't be beautiful. He wouldn't like me if I wasn't beautiful, so I never cried.

But I found that he would often hide in the corner and cry secretly.

After I found out, he would say that it was not crying, but his eyes were a little dry, and that boys would never cry, just like those supermen. "

"Teacher Satake."

"Ah."

"Are you there? I seem to be out of sight."

"I'm here."

"Teacher Satake, thank you for staying with me at this time."

"You're welcome, do you want the photo?"

"I want to take this photo when I'm with him."

"Ok."

……

"Teacher Satake, are you there?"

"I'm here."

"What time is it outside?"

"Five o'clock. It's dark."

"OK, thanks."

……

"Teacher Satake, do you think I'm troublesome?"

"Nope."

"Really, Zhengyi said the same thing."

……

"Teacher Satake."

"Ah."

"I don't want to die."

"..."

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"Lian, can you hear me?"

"Lian, are you still there?"

"Lian..." (End of this chapter)