Luo Shengmeng has no feelings today

When Bugarati came to visit in the afternoon, Akutagawa Ryunosuke was wearing a suit jacket, sitting at the desk writing the next issue of the newspaper.

When he heard the knock on the door, Akutagawa didn't react for a while to open the door. After all, basically no one would come to him in this world. The only guy who visits most actively often knocks on the door several times to no avail. After that, they will directly use the stand-in ability to install a zipper on the door and come in directly.

"What happened to you today?"

With the suit jacket on his head, Akutagawa Ryunosuke walked over suspiciously and opened the door. After seeing who the knocker was, he said slightly surprised:

"Usually, shouldn't you come in directly?"

There was no response after knocking on the door three times, and Buccarati, who was about to leave, stopped immediately.

When he turned his head, those eyes seemed to be the sea shimmering with sparkling sunlight, and he looked at the person in front of him with an awe-inspiring expression.

"Am I bothering you?"

Akutagawa raised his eyebrows, took off the suit jacket on his head and hugged it in his arms, and opened the door.

He took a step back to get out of the way, "Come in and talk about it."

When Bugarati sat on the sofa and took out a newspaper, Akutagawa Ryunosuke probably guessed why the other party had such a strange attitude.

——It’s because of the article again.

To be honest, it is not the first time that Akutagawa Ryunosuke has felt such an overly respectful attitude from others, but he has always felt that it is unnecessary.

Because he's definitely not the kind of guy they imagined himself to be.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke has seen readers' evaluations of him in his original world, and all kinds of praise comments make him feel strange, but those critical remarks are more acceptable to Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

It is too strange to put good qualities on him.

The reason for his writing, apart from the fact that he has read a lot of books, and thus he also has an interest in writing, is more purely for money.

Because writing can make money, he published the manuscript, which was his original intention of submitting the manuscript.

Not as great as outsiders think.

Sorrow over the malignity of humanity?Want to awaken the potential beauty in the world?The extravagant praise made the author himself unacceptable.

Not at all.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke thought that he simply transformed the world he saw, the people and things in his eyes into stories after artistic processing.

"But, is this a normal thing in human life? There is no conflict between living to make money and doing a great thing."

Buccarati, who learned of the other party's thoughts during the conversation, disagreed. He looked at the other party with a gentle and respectful expression:

"Everyone in Naples is well aware of the potential darkness of the city, crime, drug use, violence... everyone actually sees it clearly."

"But only you have turned these things into such a touching article."

"You didn't just write down what you saw, you injected your own emotions into it. This is a fact that I and other readers can feel."

"Only those who hate these phenomena deeply can inject such strong and shocking emotions into every word."

Buccarati's tone was sincere and excited, and his voice raised a lot, "This is an amazing talent, and your words... can save the hearts of mankind."

Pull teenagers and children back from the brink of crime, give young people who have stepped into the mud the courage to go ashore, and let numb residents once again have the firmness to look directly at the dark side.

The shocks that hit the soul directly will accumulate one after another.

Human beings have a natural herd mentality, and this kind of psychology occasionally is not necessarily a bad thing.

A person who is aware of a problem does not necessarily have the courage to stand up.

But when a group of people realize the problem and trigger a certain upsurge of discussion, they can gather together by coincidence and gradually form a force.

And when everyone's shock and spiritual awakening are accumulated, this society will naturally undergo earth-shaking changes.

This is something Bugarati hopes to be able to do, but has been unable to do.

He couldn't save the city.

No matter how hard he tries to help everyone, there will still be neglected corners, and there is still no way to change the rotten foundation of Naples.

but.

He now sees hope.

Great literature is an introduction to awaken a numb mind.

Overly realistic themes can always allow readers to find a shadow similar to themselves in it, and while they have the same deep resonance in the sad world, they can also see the holy light of salvation in the detailed text.

This is literature.

The history of mankind can never be separated from the composition of literature.

——And Akutagawa Ryunosuke, as if he was born to be a literary giant.

Bugarati thought.

He shouldn't have anything to do with the mafia, killers, crime.

Equating that kind of thing with this great writer, the world can't help but become more and more sad.

"I will always support your work."

Before leaving, Bugarati said seriously, "If you need any help from me, please don't hesitate, just ask."

This sentence seems a bit familiar.

It seems that Akutagawa Ryunosuke just said something similar not long ago.

Obviously, he owed Bugarati a favor, Akutagawa thought silently: Why does it seem like the other party owes him now?

Even if he took out two-thirds of the money he earned during this period and planned to pay it back to Bugarati in installments twice the amount the other party had spent on taking care of him in the past, the other party refused to accept it.

——Then Ryunosuke Akutagawa forcibly stuffed it into his hand, and drove him out with the Rashomon.

But Bugarati is also quite stubborn in some ways.

Taking the money Akutagawa gave him back, he bought a bunch of books the next day and put them at the door of Akutagawa's house.

Afterwards, every time Akutagawa Ryunosuke paid back the money, Bugarati no longer shirked it, and simply took it, and then bought back some corresponding things the next day.

Books, pens, blank paper, occasionally fruit, and even some hot food.

Put it down and leave, and pretend to be ignorant when asked.

He said confidently that he did not let it go.

... Only at this time, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who is essentially 28 years old, can feel the vitality of the 17-year-old from this overly gentle and reliable young man who always worries too much.

Instead of nagging like an old lady.

……

December passed quickly in Naples. When the weather gradually warmed up and the splendid spring came again in March, the influence of the articles published in Naples under the pseudonym of Akutagawa began to gradually expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Most notably, the juvenile crime rate in towns and cities has begun to drop.

People who are rotten to the bone, those who have completely degenerated, and the illiterate will not be touched in any way, but the young people who have not been deeply involved in the world are different.

They happen to be the age of the most emotional, and therefore the easiest to empathize with.

They thought it was a cool thing, and they thought it was a great act to be together with the "big brother" in the society. After being exposed to the adult's conspiracy with shocking words, they gradually woke up.

In the eyes of adults who are despicable themselves and can only deceive with sweet words, they may be just the best tools, and they can be abandoned at any time.

No one wants to be taken advantage of.

So, the awakened teenagers returned home hesitantly, and tentatively returned to the campus with their parents weeping with joy.

Giorno Giobana, a 13-year-old boy who is currently in junior high school after spending the Christmas holidays in winter and starting school again in January, was impressed by the rare classroom full of people.

The junior high school he went to was optional accommodation, but the single dormitory cost a lot, and the house that moved out early, the mother who spent a lot of money on his own, and the stepfather who didn't like him naturally couldn't pay him. Therefore, Qiao Luno, who often works part-time after class to earn tuition and living expenses, has completely seen the changes in the city in just a few months.

Recently, he rented a small car, and in his spare time after school, he went to some of the busier tourist spots in the city to drive a black car for an hour to make money. Honestly working part-time earns more.

After paying the car rental and school fees, as well as a certain amount of hush money to the nearby police, the remaining expenses are enough for Giorno to live well, and he can also buy some spare things.

For example, ice cream, such as the newspaper that the writer named "Akutagawa" regularly contributes a chapter every three days.

Today is just another submission day for the other party.

After running the black car from the scenic spots, I went to the old place to buy the latest issue of newspapers and periodicals, and I found a coffee shop and ordered a cup of the cheapest drink.

Giorno skilfully flipped through the newspapers and found a section where a writer named "Akutagawa" contributed articles.

This time it's a story about slum kids.

As always, it is like a feast of art, and the words are fascinating.

It vividly shows the most humble little people at the bottom.

The young son of a prostitute, after his only mother died of a venereal disease, stumbled and struggled to survive alone in the slums. He could do anything to survive, stealing, cheating, pretending, and even pleasing adults without dignity. Like a lackey who bullies her.

In order to get shelter, the child tried his best to obey the "big brother" he was clinging to, and could do whatever he asked.

In order to survive, in order to be able to live better.

Even between the companions who grew up in the slums and the "big brother", he chose the latter who was more powerful and betrayed the former.

He did feel a little better.

He was rewarded a lot for his loyalty.

however--

To grown-ups, that little reward is nothing more than an insignificant crumb falling from the fingers.

A child who has no knowledge is blinded by a little reward, and is foolishly used by others.

In the end, he was thrown out and convicted. As an insignificant person with countless previous convictions, he alone bore all the culpability.

was abandoned.

"Well... it's a matter of course, right?"

Giorno, who was of mixed race, with deep features and delicate features, opened his beautiful emerald eyes, took a sip of cheap coffee calmly, and commented in this way.

It is not surprising that a guy who disregards principles in order to survive, only knows how to cling to others, and even abandons his companions, will end up like this.

Since you were born into this world as a human being, you must have the awareness to live as a human being.

Live like a human being.

Giorno thought so, and then praised: "However, it is still as amazing as ever."

Especially the details.

The scenes and means of survival of the children at the bottom of the slums cannot be written by imagination alone. The despair of being forced to a dead end, and the ruthlessness of trying to survive and do everything are vivid and flawless .

As if the writer saw it with his own eyes, no, it should be said that he experienced it himself.

However, if it is experienced, then the origin of this writer needs to be studied.

After all, if one has experienced the bottom, or was born at the bottom, it is amazing that the other party can master so much knowledge and even become a great writer. After all, the difficulty between the two is not 01: 30 o'clock.

At least in Naples, it's basically impossible to do it alone... unless you are lucky and encounter some other opportunities.

He was a little curious.

"It would be great if I had the opportunity to visit Mr. Akutagawa."

The young man with beautiful emerald eyes drank the whole coffee, let out a breath, and murmured expectantly. He was only 13 years old, and his expression and words were very calm: "To be able to write such words, the other party must have a very strong personality. Strange life experience, I am quite good at communication, maybe I can talk to the other party."

Giorno thought about it, and then closed the newspapers he had read.

The most anticipated author's latest submission has been read, and the rest of the content will be read when he is free.

Giorno paid the bill, took the newspaper and left the coffee shop.

He still needs to continue to work to earn money. At least, on the premise of earning tuition and living expenses, he must prepare the money for the next newspaper purchase. He doesn't want to miss any issue.

……

But accidents are always caught off guard.

Two days later.

The newspaper that the author named Akutagawa used to contribute to was retaliated against.

A bomb blew up the headquarters of the newspaper, the fire spread, and many employees who had not had time to escape were burned to death.

Of course, the publications that were supposed to be published tomorrow were also destroyed along with the explosion and fire.

The public was in an uproar.