I am a writer in Tokyo

During this period, Oshima Kazuya's articles became the talk of the entire literary world. If the writings of the man named Koin Kazuki were like a sharp knife, then Oshima Kazuya's writings were a bit like a paintbrush, using black and white words to depict in front of everyone the old man who was up and down in the waves of fate.

Finally, he wrote about the store's gradual expansion, from one pot to two, from a small corner to the entire first floor. Of course, he also wrote about the rainy night and the two young men who entered the store. On this rainy night, he was telling the story of his ordinary but magnificent life.

Everyone’s writing style is different, but Oshima Kazuya’s writing style has a unique feeling to it that he edits. He doesn’t stand that close to people, and there always seems to be a barrier between them, as if there’s a thin gauze between them that he wants to touch but can’t.

This is telling everyone that they are not him and they will not encounter that kind of horrible life.

If it was Xiaoyuan Yishu, perhaps they would become him directly, and then see the approach of death abruptly. The feeling of life being extinguished and suffocated would cover their mouths and noses like a wet towel.

"It turns out that if you live near a tree in the yard, you will become..." I originally wanted to use the word "rich", but it always felt a bit strange. It's not possible to become rich just by publishing an article. But looking at the big words on the Shincho magazine and the signature of Kazuya Oshima, I feel indescribable envy and my heart is itching.

“This article is a tribute to The Passion.”

Kazuya Oshima did not forget that his mission was to write this article to pave the way for his new book. He added this text at the very end of the article, and his title was naturally related to suffering. He acted as a qualified pioneer and an extremely powerful pathfinder.

Although the popularity of Koin Kazuki's new book has never subsided, Oshima Kazuya's article is like a shot in the arm, making the already active people even more active. This kind of enthusiasm feels like Mount Fuji erupting again.

Under such intense heat, the word "suffering" is full of infinite attraction. What kind of story does it tell?

Is it still about the oden shop? Or is it about the homeless man?

Countless interested people are trying to find any clues they can from the articles previously published by Xinchao, but facts tell them that the characters written by Xiaoyuan Yishu have never been repeated, or the interests he writes about have never been lower.

The book about the tramp has long been on the bookshelf of the bookstore, and has been placed on the most conspicuous shelf. Now if someone goes to the bookstore and does not buy one or two books by "A Small Courtyard and a Tree", it would seem a bit out of place.

"So, what is it about?" This question not only comes to mind during the day, but also at night, circling around it with its little hands.

Mr. Matsuo, who had flown back from Osaka, brought back the situation in their city. He leaned close to Koma's ear with a mysterious look on his face and said, "Um, can you tell me in secret what the Passion is about?"

"I think this question should be asked to Mr. Oshima." Koma pointed at Mr. Oshima who was glaring at Matsuo. "He is my editor."

Of course Matsuo knew about this, but when he looked at Oshima Kazuya's expression, he knew that he couldn't get any information out of him, so it was useless to ask.

"Please, I haven't slept for several days. If you can tell me the answer to this question, I can sleep well today." Matsuo pointed at his dark circles with a bitter look on his face.

"Your dark circles are most likely caused by staying up late to sort out files, not..." Teacher Oshima ruthlessly exposed Matsuo's lie, and he continued without any psychological burden: "In fact, even if your dark circles are bigger, it won't cause any problems."

He thought about it, then pointed at Mr. Ito's shiny head and said, "At most, he will look like Mr. Ito."

Mr. Ito didn't know what they were talking about. He just heard someone calling his name, turned around and smiled, but when he turned around, the light above his head became even brighter.

"..."

Ye Zi couldn't bear to watch them teasing poor Mr. Matsuo. She had a good impression of the young lawyer and could feel the fighting spirit in him.

She admired such people very much. Compared with her own teacher who was full of loneliness and Oshima Kazuya's... weird temperament, she still thought Mr. Matsuo was the most pleasing to the eye.

"The Passion is about..." Ye Zi just opened her mouth when she saw Mr. Matsuo suddenly turn his head, his eyes looked like he was a good person. She felt a little embarrassed, and after thinking for a while, she continued, "It's about a group of people suffering."

Ye Zi has been practicing her ability to summarize recently, and she is very satisfied with such a summary.

But after hearing Ye Zi's answer, Ju, who was drinking tea, almost spit out all the water, while Oshima Kazuya on the side almost laughed so hard that he wanted to slam the table.

Matsuo suddenly felt that the world was full of malice towards him.

"Did I summarize it wrong?" Ye Zi looked at her teacher. She was very confused, but received an affirmative look from Ju.

Before he could open his mouth to explain, Ju took over the conversation: "Don't you know? We've been there."

Ju did not want to touch upon Mr. Ito's sad story, so he did not mention much. As for writing it into a book, Mr. Ito would read books anyway. He would only hear some things he could remember from the words of the drinkers, and then show off in front of people on certain occasions.

Matsuo asked thoughtfully: "But, you have seen it before, right? And many things are..."

Does he mean that one can write a book without having experienced these things or even talked to the people involved?

"This is the difference. You are a lawyer, and your ethics are to respect facts and history." Oshima Kazuya filled Matsuo's cup of tea.

"What about writers?" He thought for a moment, and instead of saying something disrespectful of the facts, he expressed it in a different way: "To imagine?"

"No." Oshima Kazuya shook his head gently. At this moment, a slightly cool breeze flew in from the window, and the leaves on a tree not far away began to fall down, turning a waxy yellow color.

As the leaves slowly fell in the air, Oshima Kazuya spoke softly: "Writers should respect life." (End of this chapter)