I am a writer in Tokyo

In fact, if you really want to keep the reputation of the two of them, there should be no other way than to be written into the works by writers.

Kazuhiko Ishibashi didn't say much, but stood up and bowed to Kitajima to express his gratitude.

Seeing this scene, Kitajima Kua also stood up in panic.

Ishibashi Kazuhiko suddenly felt that the light was not as bright as when he came in before, and the originally dim light brought a sense of warmth.

When walking out of the company, Ishibashi Kazuhiko turned to Kitajima and said: "The bottom of the night has turned white. No one has ever written this way. Whenever I walk in the snow, I will I recited this sentence silently, and the more I recited it, the more I realized it was well written."

He had imitated it before, for example, the umbrella surface turned white or the roof turned white, but he always felt that the feeling of Kitajima was missing.

Perhaps the real flavor will always be the paragraphs written by the founder.

The snow in Tokyo has been a bit thin recently.

Perhaps because of its popularity, these snowflakes turned into wet water when they fell to the ground, making the surrounding area extremely humid.

In the surrounding puddles, every time rain falls, the reflected lights are like blooming fireworks. Looking at them with ambiguous eyes caused by the dense night, it feels a little drunk after all.

Under such drunkenness, existence becomes a bit ethereal and unpredictable.

When Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi and his team came out of the hotel again, the snow in the sky had already disappeared. It all turned into rain, and all the snow fell down in one fell swoop.

The rain-soaked wind seemed particularly cold.

Kazuhiko Ishibashi let out a breath of turbidity. He felt that he had gained a lot from coming to Tokyo this time.

At Oshima Kazuya's suggestion, everyone chose to walk a short distance, saying that they wanted to take this Osaka native who rarely comes to Tokyo to see Tokyo, especially what Tokyo looks like after the rain.

This made Kazuhiko Ishibashi, who was also doing writing work, suddenly say to Kitajima Koma: "Suddenly they thought of Izu after the rain. They said before that if they had the chance, they would choose to go to Izu. Travel, of course, if they can find the spring that Teacher Bei Dao wrote about, they are willing to hold a wedding there to witness their..."

When he said this, Ishibashi Kazuhiko suddenly stopped talking, turned to holding his head and started to cry.

Human emotions will be affected in unlimited ways under the influence of alcohol. After losing the control of the brain, all hidden emotional feedback will appear on their faces.

Everyone present could guess the Osaka native's sadness, but now they all saw it.

"During that rain, the Osaka man named Ishibashi Kazuhiko cried so loudly that he couldn't tell whether what fell from the sky was rain or his sadness. Even though the city's sewers helped drain it away, it still sprinkled all over the place. On the streets, it filled the streets of Tokyo. At this time, all Tokyoites could smell the sadness of Osaka. The rain fell all night, and until the next day, the sky was still the color of mourning."

Kazuya Oshima thought of such a passage that could be recorded in his memoirs.

The biggest difference between adults and children is that they can control their emotions.

Although it was obvious that the entire Osaka was filled with sadness on his face, Mr. Ishibashi still showed a smile.

Everyone continued to walk forward, and when they passed a familiar intersection, they suddenly discovered that there was an extra boy here.

He stood at the intersection with his head lowered, standing in front of the famous snowman - the weather in recent days had turned this snowman into a lump that he didn't know how to describe in words.

Several days of sunshine and this rain destroyed the snowman that he had not repaired.

And the snowman also went to where it should go with the girl. If the editor were here, he would definitely go up and ask questions, such as why he didn't keep the appointment, or whether he didn't know how important his appearance was.

But he is not here, and the girl is no longer alive.

So everything didn't get a very reasonable explanation.

Although everyone’s idea is to make every story have a perfect ending, it seems that this idea will always be the same as the pan-fried steak you just bought home, which will always have a burnt smell.

The only ones who are relatively complete should be the protagonists in the book. They should be in Paradise Lost at this time.

This night, it was not only Mr. Ishibashi who was thinking about this issue, but the whole of Tokyo and even Neon. People who watched Paradise Lost were thinking about this issue.

Judging from the title of the book alone, are we all in Paradise Lost?

Is this era that is rotten to the core a paradise?

It seems that no writer has ever used an exact term to summarize a country's ideology, whether it is optimistic or pessimistic.

At this time, they all thought of the two protagonists of Paradise Lost.

They love to the extreme and then die.

No one can prove how much they love, even if there is a lot of mess behind them.

The highest point of everything is always the moment before death.

The changed ending makes readers realize one thing.

Perhaps what Kazuki Xiaoyuan wants to express is that as long as the neon society has not collapsed, it will always be rising.

It was already very late at night when I sent Mr. Ishibashi to where he was staying.

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier.

After Oshima muttered, why is there such a heavy rain in this weather, he sent the drunk Mr. Ishibashi into the house.

"Teacher Bei Dao, you wrote a good book."

Editor-in-chief Kashiwagi stood under the eaves. He gently tapped the light with his foot in the puddle on the ground, and then the light spot shattered.

Kitajima didn't reply, just lowered his head and smiled, and then returned to his previous expression, looking calm.

Under the black hair that had not been trimmed for a long time, his eyes were particularly bright. When he raised his head, he could see the reflection of the streetlight in his pupils.

"I think all of us are already in this paradise lost ourselves."

At this time, Oshima Kazuya, who had just settled Mr. Ishibashi, opened the door and walked out. As soon as he raised his head and wanted to speak, he saw Editor Kashiwagi smiling very happily.

He waved his umbrella slightly.

"Yes, everyone is in Paradise Lost. I think maybe we can just sit and wait for the awards to come one by one." (End of Chapter)