I am a writer in Tokyo

Life is a great thing, but it is also a heavy topic. No one has ever been able to explain it clearly from ancient times to the present, and most people don’t even dare to touch on this topic.

When Oshima Kazuya said that what writers respect is life, Ye Zi, who was sitting nearby practicing summarizing, heard it and her eyes lit up instantly. Then she quickly wrote down these words in her notebook.

She always thought that Oshima Kazuya was very good, he was a very professional editor. He would use many strange tricks to urge the manuscripts to be submitted, and of course he would also use some very profound sentences to praise the profession of writer at the right time.

Mr. Matsuo felt that what Oshima Kazuya said was very profound, and it was like he was looking down on the world from a height he had never reached before. However, he did not care what he was respecting now. He only cared about whether he could tell him about the Passion and show respect to him.

He is a lawyer, so many times he abandons the romance unique to the writer group. What flows in his body are more legal provisions, a reality that tends to be cold and bleak.

So, even though all those lofty and romantic words were spoken to him, he felt like he was suffering.

Mr. Matsuo changed his train of thought and asked a different question: "Then maybe I can know when the book on the Passion will be published?"

"That depends on the review committee."

"What review meeting?"

“This book went to the competition first.”

Boss Ito came over and applauded the seal. Although he didn't understand, he heard the words "participate in the competition".

He said in a gruff voice that the competition was great, and that the first generation had always participated in the competition and won a lot of awards. If they were interested, he could take them upstairs to have a look.

Boss Ito had a little idea that it would be the best thing if he could be recognized by these upper-class people in society.

Unfortunately, his little wish did not come true as he was pushed to the oven behind the board by the blushing First Generation.

"Once the results of the competition are announced, or the moment they are announced, the book will appear on the shelves of bookstores."

"So what kind of honor can this competition bring?" Mr. Matsuo is a very pragmatic person. He doesn't care about those weird things, just like he is not impressed by Oshima Kazuya's romantic tone.

"Maybe it's an opportunity." Oshima Kazuya tapped the table with his fingers. Feeling that everyone in the room was looking at him, he said seriously, "If I can win the prize, there will be a special place for Xiaoyuan Yishu in the bookstore."

"But we can find it in bookstores now." Ye Zi objected.

“The orthodox kind, not determined by sales.”

With that said, everyone understands.

Lawyer Matsuo seemed to be unable to sit still. He became excited again and asked impatiently, "So when will the results come out?"

Oshima Kazuya felt extremely painful. He watched the sky outside gradually moving away from him. The wind between the universe became colder and colder. He wondered why he had to slack off in the name of catching up on manuscripts. If he stayed in the office at this time, he might not have suffered such torture.

After all, the summer wind is unable to keep the temperature hot all the time. When the throbbing from the bones of life disappears, all that is left is loneliness and desolation.

When everyone realizes that autumn has arrived, they begin to miss the past. Summer is missing the ice and the many things they didn’t do, such as going to Kamakura to see the sea, watching the fireworks display, etc.

It’s just that time is like the charcoal burning in a stove. It will never burn longer because of prayer. After the crackling music unique to summer, everything will return to calm, the kind of calm that comes from the final chapter of the music of life.

But it is not completely dead. After all, it will still survive because of the little vitality in its bones, just like the fallen leaves outside. No matter how withered and yellow they are, the leaf stems will still have a last touch of dark green.

The time for selecting literary awards is not long, but it is not so long that a result can be chosen just by submitting it.

It may be that the review committee received urging calls from all walks of life, and they needed the comfort of Xiaoyuan Yishu's new book. As time went on, Xiaoyuan Yishu's writing speed became slower and slower, and they were unhappy.

Amidst everyone's anticipation, the award decision finally came.

It was Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi who personally called Kitajima Koma on that day to inform him. He also said on the phone that since Koma did not like to show up in public, he just hoped that he could come to Shincho.

When Ju asked Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi about the performance of the book, Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi smiled and did not answer the question directly. Instead, he said in a different way, "Teacher Bei Dao, in the future, you will have a place that belongs to you exclusively in the bookstore forever."

The thing that Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi wanted to do most was accomplished, which was to give legitimacy to Xiaoyuan Yishu's literature.

Once this place is owned, it will become bigger and bigger, and then it will be moved from the shelf to the door of the bookstore, and then a few words will be added in front of it, such as Nobel Prize in Literature...

Autumn does not seem to be completely bleak. On the contrary, in this season, there is a feeling that everything is ripe and full of fruits.

When Ju came to Shincho, he received applause from everyone in the editorial department. Amid the applause, Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi handed him the award certificate.

"We are all family here, but I think the proper sense of ceremony should also be maintained."

Ju was very happy. He liked this scene which was not very solemn but very warm. He then expressed his gratitude to Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi very seriously. He also bowed to everyone in the editorial department and said, "Thank you. I think you are the hardest working group of people." His tone was very sincere.

Oshima Kazuya seemed even more excited. He asked Koma for the certificate and turned it over and over in his hands, as if he wished his eyes could grow on it.

When the atmosphere calmed down a bit, Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi pushed up the frame of his glasses, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes behind the lenses. Then he clapped his hands and said, "Now that the awards have been announced, we have to get down to business."

He waved his arms high, his voice was not loud but full of fighting spirit: "It's time to let this book appear in front of everyone, and then use this strength to squeeze out all those petty villains.

We have a goal, which is to make the word "literature" firmly fall on the name of the new trend! ! ! " (End of this chapter)