What to do to save the world literary world

"Teacher, it's really kind." Editor Shiqiao put down the manuscript in his hand, took a sip of tea from his teacup.

"Hibiki's new book? I think it's great too." Yamamoto Chunhei nodded.

"No...it's not just that." Editor Shiqiao took off his eyes covered by the cloud of water vapor above the teacup and wiped them, "Actually, I have always been very worried about your condition, Teacher. Ten years ago, you The first book was too negative. Although it is also a very good story, it always makes people feel depressed and hopeless, but because I am worried about you, I have not said it. Now it is different. Compared with the past, your book Not only have I improved my control over words, but now I no longer feel hopeless when I read your book."

"I understand why you wrote that kind of text before. After all, you were alone ten years ago, and you were with Miss Xiaoxiang. It's great that she inherited your talent in literature when she grew up. It's great that you can see hope in your life."

Although some words were not expressive, Yamamoto Chunping still understood the meaning of editor Shiqiao.

This is the tenth year since Yamamoto Shuhei and Ayuki Hibiki came to this world.

One late night ten years ago, Yamamoto Chunhei and Ayuki Hibiki came to this world by accident.For unknown reasons, both of them were about ten years younger. Yamamoto Chunhei was fine, he changed from his 30s back to his 20s, but the 15-year-old Ayuki Hibiki turned into a five-year-old girl.

Although they landed in the very chaotic Yokohama, fortunately the two of them did not encounter any perverts—such as a certain young girl. After earning the fare money in a week, he escaped from Yokohama overnight with Hibiki Ayu, and came to Tokyo.

After that, in Tokyo, Yamamoto Junhei was lucky enough to meet a responsible editor when he submitted his first manuscript, and he started his writing career.

In the past, because of his lack of fame, Yamamoto Chunhei, who had to work part-time on the construction site while moving bricks, continued his literary dream. In this world without literary giants, he finally made a lot of money, became famous, and became a famous novelist. She rented out a house and lived in a detached villa that she bought with her royalties.

Hibiki, who was always protected by Yamamoto Junhei, survived in this world smoothly.

It's not because Yamamoto Chunhei is kind that he has been protecting Hibiki all the time, but he thinks that the other party came to this world unluckily to save himself who wanted to lie on the rails.

Editor Shiqiao is still talking about his feelings very movedly. In this world of declining literary circles, he can persist in working in the book publishing industry for more than ten years. Editor Shiqiao is also a young man of literature and art, so he is easily moved.

Junhei Yamamoto and Hibiki Ayuki are also youths of literature and art. Since they discovered that there are not many, many books in the world ten years ago, they have determined their goal to revive the world literary world and dedicate their lives to literature and art.

This is a world without writers.

There is no Natsume Soseki, no Mori Ogai, and no Fukuzawa Yukichi on banknotes.

Japan's most famous writer went back to Murasaki Shikibu, and foreign literary circles also suffered heavy losses.

There is no way for one person to change history, and the disappearance of one person will have no effect on the direction of world history, even for a group of people.

Without Ichiro Watanabe, there will be Jiro Oda and Saburo Sato. History will not change because of one person, nor will it be shaken by a group of people.

But after all, a large number of well-known writers from almost all countries in the world have disappeared, and the literary level of this world has inevitably been affected.

Therefore, when the overall literary level of the world has fallen by more than one level, Yamamoto Shuhei, who was originally very talented, but did not get a chance, was almost promoted to the altar in this world.

Soon after his debut, Yamamoto Chunhei quickly became a famous writer. Although he has not yet achieved the goal of revitalizing the literary world, just like the famous high school student Kudo Shinichi in Tokyo who was unanimously named "the savior of the Japanese police" by the media, Yamamoto Chunhei has also been rated as the best writer in the past century by literary critics, "the savior of Japanese literature".

Thinking about it, Yamamoto Chunhei recalled ten years ago, when he was the most desperate.

He recalled that night ten years ago...

On the day that 33-year-old strong adult man Junhei Yamamoto, who was a construction worker a few days ago, was lifted off the railroad track by the collar of 15-year-old thin female high school student Ayuki Hibiki...

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Yamamoto didn't go to the ceremony at all, even though he was invited as one of the nominees.But if you don't get an award, you don't get an award, and it doesn't make sense to go anywhere.

Ten years ago, 23-year-old Chunhei Yamamoto was nominated for the Akutagawa Award for his debut novel just after graduating from university. Although he did not win the award, it made him firm in his dream of writing.

For this reason, he left his hometown and came to the bustling Tokyo. Even though he had to live in a small rental house where it was difficult to turn around, he still insisted on writing.

But the good times didn't last long, and the heavy work made him no longer have time to write. In the conflict between dream and reality, Yamamoto Chunhei chose his dream.

Anyway, he is alone, and he can feed the whole family by himself.

He chose to move bricks on the construction site, so the time is more flexible, and the hourly wage work gave him time to write. Even in the first period of time, he was too tired to lift his arms after working every day, but he was used to it. It will be fine after that.

It has been like this for ten years, except for the first one or two years when he sold thousands of books as a nominee for the Akutagawa Award, but in the years after that, he never published a single book. book.

Although it is said that Japanese writers earn a lot of income and receive a lot of income from copyrights, it is useless no matter how high the ratio is. If the book cannot be sold, it means that there is no income.

Ten years later, he was nominated for the Akutagawa Award again, which was the last chance he set for himself.

If he doesn't win again this time, it proves that he doesn't have the talent to become a writer, then give up his dream of writing and find a job honestly.

Now should have been the time for him to deliver on his promise, but he didn't want to give up.

Yamamoto Chunping was not reconciled.

In a trance, he still came to the venue of the awards ceremony, walked along the empty road to the edge of the station, looked at the rails, and suddenly had the urge to step on it.

Just when he couldn't control himself from bending over and was about to slip under the guardrail, a hand grabbed his back collar and pulled him over.

Yamamoto Chunhei sat on the ground dejectedly halfway up and was dragged for a certain distance. After being let down by the back collar that strangled his neck, he fell dejectedly to the ground and saw a girl's face turned upside down.

To be honest he didn't know who it was.

After all, the publishing house kept the news of Xiang very tight. As a minor, many reporters were restricted from interviewing her.

"Do you want to die?" The girl's glasses were reflective, and Yamamoto Chunhei couldn't see exactly what kind of eyes she was looking at him.

Yamamoto Chunping suddenly had the desire to confide: "I am a novelist."

He said.

Seeing that the girl didn't respond, he continued: "I dreamed of becoming a novelist since I was a child. I gave up a lot for this dream, but I failed."

"They all say that if you don't win the Akutagawa Award, you are not considered a writer. But I have worked hard for a long time without success. Maybe I just don't have the talent."

"I look ugly now, right? Just because I didn't win the Akutagawa Award, I want to commit suicide. Tomorrow, I will definitely cause trouble for the staff who wake up in the morning to maintain the railway. The social news will definitely write like this [Akutagawa Award nominee Yamamoto is killed] It was found lying on the train station], and then they will definitely list a bunch of data to count how many writers in modern times chose to end their lives in this way. This is probably the closest time my name and theirs have been close. Others will definitely think , Giving up his life just because he didn't win the award, this guy's psychology is too fragile."

"Actually, I didn't want to win that award, I just wanted to prove that I just wanted to get that award as a [writer's ticket], just to prove that I was a writer. It proved that I was a writer, and maybe it could also prove that I wrote It's something someone sees."

Yamamoto Chunhei raised his arm to cover his face, even if he just told a stranger about his journey, he didn't want to cry in front of a strange little girl.

"Pigs in a Pigsty."

Yamamoto Chunping suddenly heard the girl speak.

"What?" Haruhei Yamamoto lowered his arms, supported himself to sit up, and turned slightly so that he could face the girl.

In fact, he heard clearly, but he couldn't believe it.

"I've read your "Pigs in a Pigsty" and it's very well written."

"Really?" Yamamoto Haruhei lowered his head and covered his face with his hands, as if relieved, he concealed the tears in his eyes.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Really? Great, great! I still exist, I have existed, someone has read my books, and someone knows that I was once in this world."

Yamamoto Chunhei was laughing at the beginning, it was a laugh that let go of everything and stripped off the shackles. This was the most relaxed laugh he had in ten years, but it was laughable and he started to cry.

"The job of a novelist is to write novels. You still have the ability to write great novels, so you shouldn't die now." The girl was like a god descending into the world. The streetlights were so irritating that it was difficult to open, and because he was lying on the ground, from his perspective, the girl was very tall.

Yamamoto Chunhei couldn't see her face clearly, he could only see her shining shadow.

"The novelist can die only when he can no longer write novels."

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Novelists can die only when they are unable to write novels.

Yamamoto Chunhei took this sentence as his motto.

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