I am a writer in Tokyo

Sometimes, a burst of inspiration may really only take a moment.

The button that triggers this state may be a story or a breeze. Of course, what Oshima Kazuya encountered was a sentence from Kitajima Koma.

In fact, Oshima Kazuya's level is not low at all. The reason why he has been unable to write for some time is very simple. It may be due to the lack of confidence in his bones or the mental burden brought by the identity of a trendy editor.

Of course, this may also be something immoral that Kazuya Oshima usually does - he rejects too many manuscripts, and he is afraid of the authors whose manuscripts he rejects from time to time.

I heard from an editor of Bungeishunju that a very terrible thing happened there.

It seemed that an editor and an author had a dispute. The author was a stubborn person. He might have made a wish behind everyone's back, which was to publish his articles in Bungeishunju and have the manuscripts passed through the hands of that editor.

The editor he had his eyes on also had a hot temper. In his opinion, submitting almost the same manuscript to him again and again was the ultimate insult to him, which was tantamount to constantly slapping him in the face.

This kind of thing is generally conveyed through letters, so the escalation of the conflict will not be exacerbated by timely information dissemination. It is nothing more than sending more manuscripts or simply handing the author's manuscripts to interns for processing. However, the editor personally wrote a letter and sent it to the author.

In the letter, he gave his warmest regards (insults).

People who engage in literary creation often use many vicious words and tricky sentences to curse deeply.

Perhaps because one letter was not enough to ease his hatred, the editor sent several letters in succession, not only denying his writing, but even denying everything about the author.

In fact, this kind of confrontation is not uncommon in the literary world. It is normal for two writers to write letters to each other and curse each other.

It’s a pity that the author was not a real literati, or he was kicked back to his primitive state on the road to evolution into a literati.

The author was scolded bitterly, but the means of revenge he chose was not the customary method among writers to write letters to each other and curse each other, but to directly use a kitchen knife to pay the most sincere greetings to life.

The popular editor of Bungeishunju was hacked to death.

He was stabbed dozens of times before he died, with each cut on his face and neck. His fatal wound was in the carotid artery, and his throat was cut by the knife.

Since then, almost all editors in the industry have become conscientious and polite when reviewing manuscripts.

They don't want to be that fiery editor, nor do they want to be killed by some psychopathic author.

However, every time Mr. Oshima rejected a manuscript, he would clearly state the reason for the rejection in the letter. At the same time, he would gently say something like he looked forward to hearing from you again and that you have great writing talent.

Calming his mind, Mr. Oshima began to write. The old man's face began to appear in his mind, and the old man's past also began to become clear before his eyes.

Words are very light, they are nothing more than a few drops of ink, so light that a thin piece of paper can carry hundreds of them.

But words are very cumbersome, so cumbersome that just a few lines of words require a person's entire life to interpret.

The past time turned into black and white words on paper. No matter how long the history is, it cannot compare to a simple sentence: "Remember when he was eighteen years old."

Mr. Oshima has not appeared in Ito Tavern for several days, which makes Mr. Ito a little worried.

He saw Ju passing by the door with an umbrella, and rushed out of the house, asking with a worried look where Teacher Oshima had gone.

"He may be revising his manuscript recently." Ju thought about how Oshima Kazuya rushed home a few days ago after receiving encouragement from him: "Teacher Oshima is preparing his new work."

Boss Ito's eyes lit up. He seemed very excited and expectant, even a little impatient to meet Oshima Kazuya: "Teacher Oshima is going to write a book too?"

Then he changed his mind and thought, isn’t Mr. Oshima an editor?

“Editors can also write books?”

"No, Mr. Oshima may have encountered something that made him feel inspired and wanted to write something."

Boss Ito nodded thoughtfully. He knew that all intellectuals had this habit, but he just couldn't quite understand it.

Just like the article that Ju wrote about the miso mackerel, if we have to sing praises and express our feelings about a dish, wouldn’t our daily life become very troublesome?

"That's why you can't become a writer." The first generation said this after knowing Mr. Ito's doubts: "Those writers need to have an extremely keen perception of the world. They will magnify their emotions for some very small things in life."

Seeing his father's bewildered look, the first generation decided to put it another way: "If they didn't write the article, your miso mackerel wouldn't have such good sales."

Now Boss Ito understood.

He clapped his hands and said expectantly, "So if they write down every dish of mine, won't it sell well?"

The first generation didn't say anything. She knew that her father was still confused about the situation of her store.

In fact, it is impossible for Ito's izakaya to go bankrupt, or even if it faces bankruptcy due to management problems, it will not be forgotten.

The further Xiaoyuan Yishu walks, the sweeter their tavern will become like the old wine in the cellar.

The rain started falling again.

It suppresses the summer heat a lot.

It was just that the rain urged Mr. Oshima, who was holding an umbrella, to come.

Oshima shook the rain off his umbrella, then folded it up one by one. After doing all this, he stepped onto the tavern's floor, which was so damp that it creaked when touched.

"This contains the manuscript that took me several days to write." Oshima Kazuya patted the manila envelope on the table, but had no intention of handing it to Kitajima Koma to see.

Ju didn't say anything, he knew that Teacher Oshima had more to say.

Sure enough, Oshima Kazuya continued, "I actually finished writing it a long time ago, but I have been revising it during this period. I think this is definitely a very good article."

After saying this, Oshima Kazuya handed the envelope in his hand to Koma, with a look of eagerness for praise on his face.

"Aren't you the editor?"

Ju glanced at the envelope but made no move to take it. (End of this chapter)