Disqualification

After coming out of her elder brother’s house, Ryoko Takano checked the mailbox in front of her house. In the mailbox, apart from the bills and newspapers sent to her elder brother’s family, there was also a letter belonging to her. Plopping, plopping, turning it over, the letter was written with the words "Dazai Osamu".

Her heart was beating so hard it was about to burst out of her throat.

It's not like I haven't received a reply from Mr. Dazai before. I heard that Mr. Dazai is the type who will reply to readers' letters. With this in mind, whenever I see a new article published by him in the newspaper, I will write a letter with enthusiasm to express my impressions after reading it.This is the second time I have received a letter from Mr. Dazai before.

Perhaps because she was disturbed by recent troubles, her excitement at this moment was much deeper than last time.

/To Ms. Yoshiko Takano:

I am very sorry to hear about your experience. It is strange to say that although I am a person who relies on pens for food, I am not very talented in comforting others, so I can only write small articles to express my point of view. If you mind, you can read the article I just serialized on the Asahi Shimbun, and you will definitely understand what I mean. /

A short line of words hooked Ryoko Takano's heart. She hesitated and thought: [Could it be that Mr. Dazai meant what she thought?Wrote an article to support yourself? ]

Her elder brother’s home subscribed to the Asahi Shimbun, and the newspaper was stuffed in the mailbox at this time. She also knew that her elder brother who commuted to work every day always brought the newspaper to work, so that he could learn about national affairs before starting work, so she never Instead of taking the newspapers you ordered at home, buy them from the newsboy if you need them.

The host family is not very far from the Jisheng dormitory, and you can reach the main street where the dormitory is located through a few long paths and a row of bushes.There are many newsboys hawking along the main street, working day and night just to earn a little extra money.

"Please give me a copy of the Asahi Shimbun." After getting the newspaper, she didn't even have to wait to go to the classroom. She just found a roadside alley to lean against, opened the newspaper, and read it eagerly.

As expected, the new serialized articles are still placed in the first edition of the literary edition. Regardless of whether the evaluation of Osamu Dazai is good or bad, his popularity in Japan is indeed very high, and the traffic of many literati is not as good as him, especially his recent production. The writing is fast, the appearance is also better than others, and it has style and business opportunities, which is unmatched by other writers.

The new work is titled "Female Journalist", which has a clear direction. Let alone female journalists in Japan, there are not many occupations that women can do, especially men think that "even if a woman is a professional, there are only things that do not need to think about." , only the jobs of mechanical and repetitive labor can be done well”, and they are rarely asked to do jobs with technical content.

／My family background can probably be considered well-to-do. My father and elder brother are also progressive people who have received civilized education. They held me in their arms when I was very young, and read Mr. Ibsen’s "A Doll’s House" to me, telling me I want to be a strong woman with her own thoughts like Nora.

My father said: "Mr. Natsume Soseki is a representative of Japanese progressives. He hopes that his wife can receive a good education like progressive women in Europe, and can be a strong backing for her husband. At the same time, he is in the same spirit as him. To be able to communicate online, Ah Zhong, I hope you can become such a person."

To be honest, at that time I didn’t quite understand what kind of person Miss Nora was, why she ran away from home, why she was praised, and what she would eat after she ran away from home. These questions were entangled in my young heart , As for the name of Mr. Natsume Soseki, I have heard of it, but I have not read many of his articles.

My mother said that I should listen to my brother and my father, so I nodded obediently and said in a childlike voice: "Understood, Ah Chong will definitely become a civilized new woman.

……

The school I went to was the New Noble Girls School in Kyoto. Not to mention anything else, the skirt I was wearing was different from other schools. I really liked the little leather boots on my feet and the knee-length skirt. Walking on the street in school uniform, there are always more envious eyes than incomprehensible eyes. This greatly satisfies my self-esteem as a girl. How much I like our school.

Now that I think about it, the superficial habits at that time were not because of my understanding of the West’s theory of equality between men and women, but because of my abnormal desire for comparison and self-esteem, but my initial impression of the West was a beautiful school uniform. skirt.

……

What the teacher said in the class made my heart surge. It was the first time I knew that women have such a great role. They are not only sewing in the shabby room, being the answering voice of the husband and son, but also doing so many things, earning money, being able to Be an artist, be a doctor, be a reporter.Among various professions, the job of journalist is the one that attracts me the most.Our school is a school with a Christian background. In addition to running a school, we will also organize charity activities to help the poor who have no food, drink or medicine. The school actually encourages us to do volunteer work to help the poor, but we will actually go to Yes, most of them are our Western teachers, and few foreigners will go there.

We are a girls' school, and everyone is a young lady who doesn't touch the spring water. I invited the second son of the same class to go with her. Cover up, even have lice in the hair, we just need to participate in the fundraising activities, if we go to have close contact with them, what if we get sick?"

Most of the students in the class think so.

I didn't think there was anything wrong with their ideas at first, and I thought so too.

I am good at both composition and English. My English teacher, Ms. Shalin, likes me very much. She comes from England. She is a devout Christian. She often goes to help the poor. Once she asked me if I would like to go with her I didn't want to do volunteer work, but I didn't want to refuse the teacher, so I agreed.

Thinking about it carefully, the experience of volunteering was the beginning of a turning point in my life.

……

How could there be such a hell on earth?

They, human beings, huddled up in the huts by the sea like animals. The newborn children of men and women have no names. Are those people dead?Lying on the ground, flies and mosquitoes were buzzing, and the air lingered with a rotten smell. Traffickers tied boys and girls around their waists with ropes and took them away. It was said that women would be sold to Hualiu Street.

It’s hard to describe my thoughts at the time, it was too confusing, it was too confusing, I am a person with strong empathy, even if I read the memoirs of the woman in Hualiu Street, I would cry, you might say, as long as you live As long as it's good, why bother with other people, it's hard for me to think so.

I am also a human being, I have a school, and I have fresh white rice to eat, but these people live a life that is not as good as a pig or a dog. Why do they live such a miserable life?Why no one helps them, they should want to work, want to live, right?

Charlene said sympathetically, "Among them are not only the simple poor, but also women from poor families who were sold here." She said, "No woman wants to come here, but men who want to have children will buy those who are guilty A woman from another family."

I, I can't speak.

"There are still some people who were originally wealthy, but after the earthquake and tsunami, they can only end up here." She said, "They are all very poor people. The world is about to change dramatically, and maybe you and I will become them."

I can't refute their words.

That day I silently distributed food, silently bandaged their wounds, my heart was so heavy that I couldn't say anything.

……

Later I went to some places, such as Hualiu Street, and I knew very well that women should not go there.

Japanese men like to buy/spring. Perhaps it is for this reason that we have such an inhumane "public prostitution system". They will sell their daughters to Huajie to get a little money. Normally, if a prostitute does well enough, they can leave Huajie if they save enough money to redeem themselves, right?

But we can't, because Japan's flower street is not only managed by the owner of the house, but also by the police. These policemen are responsible for catching escaped prostitutes. If any prostitutes tell them that they have saved enough money and want to be good The police will beat them severely first, and then inform the owner of the house to "persuade" them not to be good.

What a disgusting system!

As long as you have asshole parents, the whole life of a prostitute can't be changed. Thinking about our new society that still claims to be civilized makes me want to laugh.

After I saw these things, I told Shalin about my dream. I want to be a female reporter. I want to use my knife and pen to write and expose the ills of Japanese society. Let locals and foreigners see the fate of domestic women. How tragic, if possible, I hope I can contribute to the disintegration of the public prostitution system and the poor.

Only exposure can evoke sympathy, I think so.

When Shalin heard about my dream, she was both happy and hesitant. She said, "I'm glad you have a great dream, but once you embark on this path, you will find how difficult it is to move forward."

"If you can, as my beloved student, I hope you can choose an easier path."

I said, "Please don't worry, my family members are all people with modern education, compassion and affirmative thought. I think, as long as I explain it to them, they will definitely support me."

Teacher Shalin hesitated and said, "Then I can only wish you success."

……

Failed, I didn't expect at all, my father would be furious.

"Being a female reporter? Go out and show your face, and want to overthrow the public prostitution system?" I was slapped and knocked to the ground, "Have you read the book into the stomach of a dog?"

I still insisted: "Father, you want me to become a new woman..."

"That is to hope that you can become everyone's wife, able to help men, a lady who is thrifty and housekeeping in the words of Mr. Natsume Soseki, instead of making you a female reporter!"

Brother, brother, what do you think?

……

It was a mistake, and my brother took his father's side as a matter of course.

……

Immediately, a blind date was quickly arranged, a man who received higher education abroad, but would still go to Yoshiwara to buy/spring, on the surface, a new woman who said she liked to be educated, but in fact...

I finally understand where the selling point of the new women is. It is also the core of obeying the father and the son, but with the beautiful and gorgeous skin of freedom, democracy, and equality of thought. To give a simple example, I am just a gift tied with a bow. After raising the price, it was given to someone else.

……

I got the school certificate early. Teacher Shalin looked at me with sad eyes. I didn’t know what to say. Her eyes were too sad, as if she had seen countless girls whose wings were broken by fate. , with the idea of ​​equality in his head, he became a victim of marriage, a wooden man.

This is the fate of women in my age, right?

My father stopped the financial assistance to me. From this point of view, I am no longer a person who can’t struggle. As long as I leave the capital, I can’t leave. If I run away, I might become the mountain people I assisted before.

But is it really going to be like this?Do you really want to become a puppet at home with the new knowledge you have learned in your mind?

I looked up and there was an advertisement across the street for female telephone receptionists.

……

I want to struggle a little more.

Even if I don't know where tomorrow is, I want to struggle again.

to be continued. /

pat, pat.

Drops of water fell on the thin and white newspaper. Ryoko Takano couldn't control her tears, drop by drop, gradually converging into a thin but lengthy stream.

She thought of her father who sighed and sighed, but finally agreed to her study, her brother who lent him a place to live, and her classmates who were also struggling in school.

Compared with Ah Zhong who wants to become a female reporter, her life is much happier. She is supported by too many people. Then, the gossip in the society, the suppression of male classmates, and the distrust of female doctors by Chinese people, What's the big deal, the road ahead of her is so long, if she works hard, she might be able to realize her dream.

[I understand, Dazai-sensei. ]

She wiped away her tears.

[I know what I should do. ]

……

Butterfly Kanae bought a copy of Asahi Shimbun.

She doesn't pay much attention to current affairs, but after listening to Dazai Osamu's "Hello, Taisho" last time, she suddenly became a little interested in a writer she had never met.

I don't know if it's her illusion, but I always feel that the gentleman is implying and conveying something in the article.

Today, because I heard that he has serialized new works in newspapers and magazines, I bought a newspaper to read the masterpieces. After reading it, I couldn't say anything except "that's amazing".

[Takano, you should be very happy to see this article. ]

She sat in the classroom and looked up at the clock in front of her.

Class was about to begin, and Takano, who was the second to come to the classroom in the past, never came.

At about the end of the first class, two or three students who had been beaten by her two days ago walked into the classroom in a daze, their faces were full of joy, but their school uniforms were not very smooth, wrinkled, and their necklines were pulled apart. .

At that time, Kanae was concentrating on listening to the class, so she naturally didn't notice any conversations they had with other male students who looked wretched.

"Ah, yes, yes, teach her a big lesson."

"I am the son of the minister, and my father is the executive of Imperial Steel."

"Go to her house to propose marriage in two days."

The author has something to say:

Write more and more (choke)

No, in order to stabilize the 12:[-] update, I have to work hard to save manuscripts! (Yes, I am a streaking updater)

ps: Thanks to Jiuye Daige for the deep water torpedo, I was shocked yesterday hhh

pps: I wrote about the Taisho era, which is around 1910, and it is still very different from now

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感谢在2020-03-0212:08:46~2020-03-0312:25:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the deep water torpedo: 1 Jiu Yedaige;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Li Moyue 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Tsugaru, Mo Xuan, Summer Wall-climbing Tiger, a chestnut in the palm of your hand, a cat branch, online killing in a rage, and 1 Ninger;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：颜晴如雨45瓶；斯蒂芬40瓶；手心一颗栗子32瓶；yuuzu、於尽30瓶；慕慕星25瓶；久夜代歌、chinglistar、落落、阿鬼啊、祈氤、戏、糯小星10瓶；阿淼萌萌哒8瓶；步&彼女、龙猫and荼蘼5瓶；名字什么也太难取了吧4瓶；阿隹3瓶；影从者2瓶；想屯屯屯奶茶呀、暮秋初五、麻婆豆腐、七月廿、聚星杖1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!