I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 99
When he was about to recover, Oshima Kazu also got what he wanted as he wished.

Of course, what Kua told him was just written during this period.

After reading this short story called "Orange", Kazuo Oshima was also very satisfied.

But it's not the same as before.

He looked very serious this time.

I didn't read the article for the first time, but put it in a file bag and put a seal on it.

"Sign it, Teacher Bei Dao."

The foal couldn't quite understand what it was for.

The previous submissions were not so solemn.

"This is the entry." Oshima Kazuya pointed to the words on the seal.

"Currently speaking, the preparations for the Literary Award are almost done, and we will start collecting works after a while."

Oshima Kazu also gestured a number: "This is a bonus."

Looking at the raised finger, Kuma was silent for a moment.

Oshima Kazuya thought it was Koma and was shocked.

In fact, Kua didn't know what number this finger represented.

Ten thousand?
One hundred thousand?

Before Kuma could think about it, Kazuo Oshima put the document bag signed by Kuma into his bosom.

When Kazuya Oshima was about to go out, Koma called to stop him.

"Mrs. Ito, Mr. Oshima knows about the three-stringed instrument?"

Oshima Kazuya also nodded: "Isn't it always hanging in the store?"

Oshima Kazuya pointed to the shamisen hanging on the wall.

I remember that when the Ito family came back, the first thing Mrs. Ito did when she got home was to clean the piano.

I thought it was something a neat person should do.

But now I always feel that this violin has more meaning to Mrs. Ito.

"Ms. Bei Dao heard?"

And also seemed very surprised.

Mrs. Ito has not played the piano for a long time.

Ju didn't answer directly.

"I heard from Boss Ito that he learned the piano from a blind man?"

Kuma tried to learn more information from Kazuya Oshima.

Apparently Oshima and He are also old customers of this tavern.

He put the file bag in his arms, then picked up his handbag to cover his chest, and thought for a while: "Not exactly."

"It's not a blind man." Kazuya knew about this before.

Mrs. Ito played it from time to time, but since the "blind man" passed away, she seldom played it.

Oh, right.

It seems that the "blind man" seems to have died in spring.

Under the cherry tree.

"He stabbed himself blind."

"why?"

Ju sensed many things from the sound of the piano.

Right now, he could feel that the source of that inexplicable emotion was getting closer and closer.

"I don't know the details. It seems to be for his master, the blind man's master." Oshima Kazuya frowned.

"In short, it seems to be because of some things, but I don't know what it is."

Having said that, Kazuya looked at Koma, who was having trouble walking with a cane.

"Are you interested in this matter?"

Oshima Kazu also smelled something different.

According to the development of this situation, it is very likely that something will come out.

Not to mention Snow Country.

Masato Okawa.

Then Mikio Kaneda.

But most of the people he wrote about are dead.

So the blind man...

Oh, and dead too.

For a while, Oshima Kazu also had a toothache.

When can he pick a living person to kill?

It's not good to continue like this.

As far as he knew, there were some people who went with Mitsuo Kaneda.

His eyes were on the sanxian hanging on the wall.

So Mrs. Ito...

"I heard something from the sound of the piano yesterday." Kitajima Koma took out a few cherry blossom petals from his pocket.

"Teacher Bei Dao, you are already like this, are you still climbing trees?"

He also looked a little scared at the scaffolding under his armpits.

"They fell by themselves."

But Kazuo didn't quite believe it either.

Because Xiuzi told him so.

The horse just climbed up without hesitation.

Then, with a whoosh, it slid down.

And then... just laying there.

So it's not hard to wonder whether this guy has a characteristic that runs counter to survival in his bones.

Seeing Oshima Kazuya's suspicious expression, Koma put a serious face on his face and put the cherry blossoms back into his pocket.

"If you want to go to the blind man, it's probably unrealistic."

"But it seems that the maid who served him lives in Tokyo."

"I should be able to ask for the address."

Kazuo Oshima was also a little excited.

One is that he was also curious about what happened at that time.

Another thing is that he is looking forward to what will come out of Bei Daoju's works after he learns about this matter.

Of course, he expected the latter more.

After getting Kazuya Oshima's promise, he stood there, motionless.

"Teacher Bei Dao?"

He is also waiting for the horse to go back first.

But the foal did not move.

He signaled Oshima Kazuya to go first.

But also very polite.

After the two stalemate for a while.

The smile on Kou's face froze.

He turned around helplessly.

Feeling the hot gaze from Oshima Kazuya from behind.

Then he limped up the stairs.

Who said spring is without melancholy.

It is clear that this warm feeling can brew everything.

If he could choose again, Ju would definitely give up that hill.

……

Wait until Kazuya Oshima brings news.

The foal has returned to normal walking.

But walking will be slower.

Finally, with the help of Kazuya.

They came to the servant's residence.

As Kazuya said.

The door was opened by an old woman.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

Old eyes with dizzy eyes look at everyone with that kind of double image.

Her fingers had thick calluses.

It should be left over from playing the piano all the year round.

"Hi, I'm the editor of Trendy."

He also introduced himself.

Of course, the status of an editor of a publishing house is far less noble than that of a writer.

Then he carried the foal out.

After learning that this was a writer, the old woman seemed a little panicked.

But she still didn't understand why they came here.

It's very remote here.

Not enough to get a writer here.

"I heard that you play the Sanxian very well."

"Who did you hear it from?"

There was a trace of waves in the old woman's muddy eyes.

Sanxian, this strange but familiar name reminded her of something.

"No, no, I can't play."

She hastily shied away.

But the thick calluses on the hands are less convincing.

Maybe it's because he knows what the calluses on his hands reveal.

She spread her hands openly.

"This is left by holding the scissors. I often repair the flowers and plants in the yard."

"So, if you want to listen to the piano, maybe now is not the time."

The old woman's voice was a little longer, she lowered her head, and the voice came out silently, with that hoarseness: "There will be no more in the future."

(End of this chapter)