I am a writer in Tokyo

No one would choose to actively enter the gap between life and death, just as they would not easily seek suicide, so they would not hear the trembling sound of the bowstring of life being pulled, which is so deafening and so... terrifying.

But this does not mean that they don't yearn for that feeling. That kind of primitive cry from life attracts anyone who wants to express everything through words. They rush to touch it, but no one can reach it.

Therefore, Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi gave a very high evaluation. Of course, to a large extent, it was because he himself was an honorary professor of the Faculty of Literature at the University of Tokyo. So after Oshima Kazuya saw this passage, he couldn't help but reveal a very envious look.

The poor man's experience did not cause any impact in this chaotic society; it was not even as big as the ripples caused by a stone falling into a calm lake.

However, people around the Ito family came back to the tavern to inquire about the news. After the noise, this matter naturally became a topic of conversation at the wine table and became a casual chat while waiting for the food to be served.

Ju remembered the day when he came back. When Oshima knew that he was going to write something, he said in the car, "Write. Write more if you want to. The world can keep going without anyone, so if you don't write, no one will know."

Just like Mr. Kaneda before, if it weren't for you, he would just be a poor homeless man, right? Of course, he is still a homeless man now, but he has been to this world before.

After he finished speaking, Oshima Kazuya suddenly became dazed. Before Koma could ask what happened, he quickly took out a pen and paper from his pocket and wrote down a sentence: he had been to this world before.

"This will make it seem like some expressions in the Neon language are very few and not very rich." Koma said with a smile, but Oshima Kazuya had no objection.

"The sentences composed of hiragana and katakana are not very expressive, which is not as good as Chinese."

Ju did not refute and said this was the truth.

"Then, why not write it like this." Koma asked for paper and pen, crossed out Oshima Kazuya's words, and then wrote down word by word: There are no traces of wings left in the sky, but I have flown over.

Then he turned his head to look at Oshima Kazuya who was standing beside him and reading the sentence carefully. His expression kept changing, first intoxicated, then savoring, and finally sighing.

"Although I have been learning and practicing some expressions, I am still not as good as you in this aspect."

"I didn't say that."

"Who is that?" Oshima Kazuya asked.

Koma didn't say anything. It was probably a translation problem or a problem with the expression of Japanese characters. Oshima Kazuya didn't ask any further questions. He was very happy to know the sentence. As for who wrote it, it had nothing to do with him. Most of the troubles in this world are caused by oneself. He is not that kind of person.

The two talked for a long time, and when Oshima Kazuya stopped talking, Koma realized that they had arrived at their destination.

The meeting was not held in the school, but in a hotel specially used for meetings next to Ginza. There were many participants, and even a Chinese teacher who had taught in the school next to Songlin's house was seen.

“Is this a national conference?”

Oshima Kazuya thought for a moment and said, "Not really. It's a more professional writers' gathering, a little more high-end than a salon." He saw the person that Ju had noticed before, and that person also noticed them.

The teacher was stunned for a moment, then walked towards them with big strides.

Kitajima Koma instinctively stepped back, then thought of something and returned to his original position.

"It's an honor to meet you here. Hello, Mr. Kitajima and Mr. Oshima. My name is Natsu Kinnosuke, just call me Kinnosuke. Mr. Kitajima, we've met before." Kinnosuke seemed very talkative, his face filled with enthusiasm just like the blue sky in the sky on this summer day.

"You came here from Izu?" Ju liked this comfortable enthusiasm, and he chose to respond with a smile.

"Ah, I'm not in Izu now. I was in Izu at that time... I was studying abroad, I guess. Now I'm back in Tokyo." Kinnosuke was very happy that Haruka still remembered their first encounter in Izu.

Then Kinnosuke looked at Oshima Kazuya and said, "Mr. Oshima, I have always heard about you. It is really an honor to meet you this time. You are a very good editor recognized by the industry."

"Hello." Oshima Kazuya quickly returned the greeting, but he was a little curious about how he recognized him.

"There should be no other editor who can accompany Xiaoyuan Yishu now except Mr. Oshima."

These words made Oshima Kazuya laugh out loud.

"It's like this, I've had some ideas recently, so I wanted to try to submit an article. I'm a little overconfident, and I wanted to try something new." Seeing that the atmosphere was good, Kinnosuke stated his purpose.

Kazuya Oshima does not reject submissions, and he even hopes to receive as many as possible.

Some editors would feel annoyed when they receive more manuscripts. After all, there is a huge gap in the level of each writer, and there are very few top writers. However, Oshima Kazuya really likes this feeling of panning for gold in the big waves.

He would think that this was his opportunity and a sense of destiny.

So much so that every time it snowed he would recall that night when he came to Ito's house in the wind and snow and looked into the eyes of the waiter who helped serve food and pour wine.

Kinnosuke seemed very happy after receiving a response from Oshima Kazuya. He had finally achieved the purpose of attending this meeting. Naturally, he found an excuse to step aside.

Their seats were different, Koma and Oshima's seats were very close to the front, one because it was trendy, and the other because it was a small courtyard with a tree.

Ju didn't really want to attend this kind of meeting. If possible, he would rather stay alone.

But soon, the microphone was brought to Ju.

"We are all looking forward to Teacher Xiaoyuan's speech at the conference. At present, Teacher Xiaoyuan is definitely a shining star in today's literary world. We all remember how the Snow Country appeared in the world.

In the heavy snow, people rushed like waves into the ideal country you created for everyone.

At that moment, besides the sound of falling snow, there was another sound in the world, which was... dreams." (End of this chapter)