I am a writer in Tokyo

The clerk's sudden words made the already awkward situation even more awkward, but it seemed that everyone had found a step, so they walked down it without any hesitation.

It was not until this time that they remembered why they had come here so early in the morning. But now they looked up and found that the sun was high in the sky and had unknowingly begun to crawl upwards. This position undoubtedly meant that some people would have to go to work after buying books instead of catching up on sleep.

When they thought about becoming office workers in the future, their resentment towards that damn broken man increased several levels.

What the clerk didn't expect was that the atmosphere, which had seemed to have eased, became extremely solemn again after he walked into the bookstore. In the moment when the atmosphere became extremely solemn, he seemed to become a little chicken. The difference was that he was not being lifted up, but being trampled on.

After entering the bookstore, many people's minds became clearer and clearer. Although the words of the hateful homeless man made them confused and even a little unacceptable, they now understood that they came here today to grab books.

"So where are Mr. Xiaoyuan's books?"

When the clerk heard the question, he raised his hand and pointed at a bookshelf not far away as if it was a reflex: "Over there, all of Teacher Xiaoyuan's books are there. But of course, there will also be Teacher Xiaoyuan's new books on display in the best-selling area at the door."

These words sounded like they had been rehearsed many times, probably practiced secretly in private. If one glanced at the store manager not far away at this moment, one could see a look of relief on his face.

He had the store employees rehearse this sentence a long time ago, in order to guide the flow of people as soon as the new books arrived. This is actually a win-win situation. The more books they buy, the more money the bookstore makes. He doesn't care who wrote the book. The store manager cares most about whose book sells well, so he rehearses the words of that person.

People came to buy books like a wave, and this kind of scene can only be seen when a new book is released in Xiaoyuan Yishu. The bookstore, which was originally deserted, was lined with a long queue, and everyone kept repeating the word "suffering" in their hearts.

"I didn't sleep last night because of this book."

"In fact, I haven't fallen asleep for a long time, ever since I knew Xiaoyuan Yishu had a new book."

Hearing this answer, the people around him couldn't help but be dumbfounded: "It's only been a short time since the news of Xiaoyuan Yishu's new book was announced, and you've already suffered from insomnia?" Then he realized something was wrong. He calculated the time and it seemed that the news had indeed been released for a long time.

So he carefully observed the man's face. The dark circles under his eyes didn't seem to be particularly obvious, so he questioned his words: "Then why are your eyes..."

"Although I haven't fallen asleep for a long time, this doesn't prevent me from taking some medicine to help me sleep." He rolled his eyes: "But I hope you don't focus on my sleep. If possible, try to focus on Xiaoyuan Yishu's new book."

"As for suffering, it's not hard to guess. It's just about some people who suffered in this world."

"According to his habit of choosing words and constructing sentences, the group of people who are suffering must include all of us; I think if we use Xiaoyuan Yishu's words, our current situation is suffering."

Almost all the people present came here because of Xiaoyuan Yishu's reputation, so there were many people who had already received education.

Generally speaking, a writer's writing style is a very fixed thing, and it will not change unless he encounters a major change. If we study the changes in Xiaoyuan Yishu's writing style, we can only say that he had encountered a major change before he changed his writing style.

"We still don't know what the teacher's writing style was like before the great change." Many people may want to explore Xiaoyuan Yishu's early writing style.

Although the subject and writing style of the Passion are not a secret, the words in this book have become something that everyone yearns for.

Every time the waves at the seashore surge, they will take away something on the shore, and sometimes even take away many lives; in the bookstore, the waves formed by the large number of people will take away all the suffering of the tree in the courtyard every time they change. Of course, the pitiful clerk who is constantly stocking goods is also tossed back and forth, just like those slender trees in the rain when it rained heavily in Tokyo some time ago.

If possible, perhaps the poor clerk could write an autobiography related to suffering and then send his manuscript to Shincho; maybe Oshima Kazuya would arrange a page for him in Shincho for the sake of the word "suffering".

But this task was destined to be unfinished. The crowds grew larger and larger, and finally this rather cool autumn weather was given a taste of summer. The bookstore was bustling with people under the heat wave.

In fact, the original purpose of this group of people coming here was not just to buy books. Of course, buying books was one aspect; another aspect was that they were very curious about how Xiaoyuan Yishu's position would be arranged in the bookstore, and what slogan would be placed for his position.

But this thought was lost in the constant crowds and the process of buying books. The earliest one didn't realize it until he finished paying and was about to leave the bookstore. Some people didn't think of it until a long time after they left the bookstore.

So going back to take a look or not became an urgent choice, but thinking that their frantic heartbeats for such a long time were just for waiting for this one look, they did not give this turn more time to plan, and almost in an instant they went back towards the bookstore again.

"Why are you back?" The man who had just left recognized those faces. He glanced at the book in his hand and then at them, and a thought popped up in his mind: Are they no longer satisfied with just buying a book?
Although Xiaoyuan Yishu's books are indeed very popular, they are not so difficult to buy. If one goes crazy like this just to read the book, I feel that it will discredit the author in some way.

"Ah, we forgot one thing." Seeing someone asking, the leader explained, and then they slapped their thighs and realized that they had indeed forgotten about this thing.

But when they took one look at the long queue at the door, they felt bitter in their hearts. Although they wanted to tell them just to go in and take a look at the layout, they felt that their proposal would not be accepted.

"Why isn't this bookstore bigger?" Complaints always arise when people are not satisfied, and resentment is more likely to grow in crowded places.

The clerk who was responsible for maintaining order at the door was stunned when he met the resentful gazes of those people, and then quickly lowered his head and prayed that they could not see him.

Walking into the store again, they always felt like they had entered a brand new world. It was completely different from the previous hurried book buying. They were more willing to use their vision to take in every scene they could see.

Xiaoyuan Yishu's location is very conspicuous and can be seen basically as soon as you enter the store. His name is written with light strips and hung on a vertical wooden sign. Then you can see his previous works neatly placed on the bookshelf.

At the front was a book with a white cover mixed with a little bit of azure. There were very few words on it, just a few: Written by a Tree in a Small Courtyard in Snow Country.

Perhaps snow is holy and purest. The trendy concept is simple. Since it is holy, there is no need to write too many words or other fancy patterns. Let the snow look like snow. This may be the reason why many girls are named Yuki.

Right below the book Snow Country is a small card with the words "debut work" written on it.

Then there were some of his other works. The bookstore was very attentive and basically arranged them according to the time when he released the books. However, "The Passion" was not placed together with those works. It should be because it was just released, or it was placed in the next shelf for separate promotion.

The cover of The Passion is similar to that of Snow Country, except that it is a dark blue with a touch of rust in the center, and next to the color is the word: The Passion.

The name of Xiaoyuan Yishu was placed at the very bottom, perhaps to highlight the desolate feeling of suffering, and the font was not very large.

When they saw this, the inexplicable feeling in everyone's hearts became much stronger.

For them, Xiaoyuan Yishu feels like watching a child grow up, but his writing makes them feel that he is an extremely scary person because of his authenticity and detachment. So their feelings towards Xiaoyuan Yishu are very complicated, but this does not prevent them from being extremely happy that Xiaoyuan Yishu has an area of ​​his own.

"Unknowingly, Teacher Xiaoyuan has grown to this point." The person who spoke had a tone full of satisfaction, and his words received a lot of response.

"Hurry up and walk forward and see what words Teacher Xiaoyuan chose as his..." He paused. He originally wanted to use the word "declaration", but he always felt that this word did not seem to be suitable for this place. However, he always felt that he should use a word to express his meaning, so he was stuck here.

Before he could figure it out completely, his thoughts were interrupted by exclamations from the front, and then he saw everyone's eyes looking upwards.

It was a passage they had seen before, written in the promotional language of a book, but it also seemed to be written on the title page. It seemed inappropriate to think about where exactly at the moment. Now their brains were filled with the most numb feeling of comfort from the soul level.

That was written by Xiaoyuan Yishu himself.

"We agreed that we would talk about the romance of life to the fullest when the crowds were bustling; and talk about the ups and downs of life to the end when the sun was setting. That's all."

"That was written by Mr. Koin Kazuki, right?"

"Yes, of course, I have seen his handwriting."

"I was so moved by this sentence. It seemed like he had been talking about life all along."

Everyone nodded in response, perhaps not caring that this was a bookstore that needed to be kept quiet, or perhaps because the queues today made the whole place seem noisy. They all said, "Yes, yes, he is using his slender pen to tell the story of a magnificent life, and using his thin words to carry the heavy suffering."

Although they have always known what suffering means, when they saw this sentence, they seemed to be able to sense some scenes in their minds.

A book recording a person's life was placed on the table. The window was opened at some point, and the gauze curtain swayed back and forth in the wind.

At this moment, a strong wind blew from somewhere, and the pages of the book began to turn, just like life that was constantly forced to move forward by something unknown.

Gradually, the pages of the books are turned one by one, and people begin to age year by year; the wind is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and people walk faster and then slower, but they are always walking.

Until the end, the wind was still blowing, but most of the book had been turned over; then it seemed to turn the pages even more violently, because there were not many pages left, and each time it would turn over many chapters, so people aged faster and faster.

After turning over all the pages, the wind is still nowhere to be seen. Maybe it is still blowing, but nothing can be blown away by it. Life has already come to an end because of the last word "finish" in the book.

The life of one person and the life of a group of people just end in such a simple way.

No one would hope to leave silently, and naturally no one would not want to die in front of more people, as that is a testament to their life.

But no one has a third-person perspective. Who knows who will stand in front of the desk and watch when the wind turns the pages? Even if there is someone, is it one person, several people, or a group of people? Can they see clearly and truly?
These questions will not be left behind, just like the wind leaves no trace. Their thoughts have long since dissipated in the wind, becoming something transparent but flickering and unclear in the air as seen from afar in the autumn.

It seems that Xiaoyuan Yishu's success lies in the fact that he successfully expressed the loneliness of life and made everyone feel that unspeakable loneliness.

In his writing, life is like a fallen leaf. Under the cool autumn sun, they are buried by the wind, covered by the soil, slowly rotting, slowly stinking, and slowly leaving...

but……

Only he would write these things down with a pen and then put them in front of those who are still alive.

In fact, it is not just that. Those who are dying, or those who have died but have not been buried, can also see their own lives.

and so.

Only they wanted, and only he could, to talk about the romance of life to the fullest amidst the bustling crowd... (End of this chapter)