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"Why hasn't Teacher Xiangkai come yet? The time has passed."

Hualichun, who made an appointment to meet with Xiang Kai at school on the weekend to discuss the manuscript, looked at the time on her phone, hesitated for a moment, and dialed his number.

"Ah, Mr. Huali..." Xiang Kai quickly picked up the phone, his voice seemed a little flustered, "Sorry, I forgot the time..."

"I met Teacher Qingshui who won the Bailang Society Newcomer Award," Hualichun heard Xiang Kai whisper, "Now I am with Teacher Qingshui..."

Akira Shimizu?Is it the writer Xia Youjie who won the Bailang Society's Newcomer Award after quitting, and was scheduled to start serializing last month, but the skylight was opened in the end?

"Teacher Qing Shuiming?" Hua Lichun was startled, and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing together?"

"I'm showing Mr. Shimizu the original manuscript of "Ninja Onimaru"..." Xiang Kai said.

"Eh?"

***

After 15 minutes, Hualichun rushed all the way to the family restaurant where Xiangkai and Qingshuiming were.After entering the door, she immediately saw Xiang Kai, who was restless, waving at her, and immediately walked in the direction of the two of them.

Hualichun didn't see Qing Shuiming sitting with his back to the door until he got close to the table.At first glance, she couldn't help being taken aback.

Sitting on a chair in the family dining room was a young man in his 20s who looked thin and short of breath.The color of his once-dyed hair has been mottled due to neglect, his skin is unhealthy pale, his eye circles are dark, and his handsome cheeks have been slightly sunken, and he looks even a little scary.Although it was midsummer, he wrapped himself in long sleeves.

The current Akira Shimizu is completely different from the high-spirited writer in the commercials and "[-]/[-]" documentary a few months ago.This gloomy young man was haunted by a kind of depression, like a ghost, which was unbearable.

"This person is...Mr. Qingshui?" Hua Lichun was stunned, "Looks a lot thinner than before..."

Although a little girl came by, Qing Shuiming remained motionless, as if he didn't notice the stranger's appearance at all, his eyes seemed to be welded to the manuscript in his hand.

Huali Jun recognized that manuscript at a glance - it was the "Ninja Onimaru" that she and Xiang Kai had discussed, overturned and conceived countless times in the recent period.

Hualichun couldn't help but glanced at Xiang Kai, and asked in a low voice, "How long has Teacher Qingshui been watching it?"

"I've been watching it for almost half an hour." Xiang Kai replied in a low voice, "It's almost finished."

"Then I'll wait here too." Huali Jun also sat down.

Qing Shuiming still didn't notice that there was an extra person on the opposite side.He was very fast, constantly flipping through the manuscript in his hand, with an expression of shock, anger, unwillingness and sadness intertwined on his face.

Until he read the entire stack of manuscripts.When turning to the last page, Qing Shuiming's eye movement became faster and faster, until his eyes fell on a certain line, and the fingers holding the manuscript suddenly exerted force uncontrollably.

With a crisp sound, the original paper of "Ninja Onimaru" was suddenly torn open.

"Ah." Xiang Kai couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

Amidst this exclamation, Qing Shuiming quickly let go of his hand as if waking up from a dream, trying in vain to pick up the manuscript paper: "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay." Xiang Kai said quickly, "It's just an accident."

Akira Shimizu did not dare to look up, still holding the original manuscript of "Ninja Onimaru" in his hand.

Not only was he shocked by the impact of the manuscripts of literary lovers, but even tore his original manuscripts.

It's so embarrassing, I really want to find a crack in the ground and get in.

"Ms. Qing Shui has finished watching too?" Xiang Kai asked again in a low voice, "Can I hear your thoughts?"

Qing Shuiming was a little dazed.Hearing Xiang Kai's words, he murmured subconsciously: "Isn't this a great masterpiece?"

"Masterpiece?" Xiang Kai was taken aback at first, then became flustered and almost knocked over the glass, "No, I actually..."

After bumping into walls all those years ago, he sealed away his writing dream and only recently carefully took it out again.Apart from Hualichun, no one else has seen his rewritten book.

Now Qing Shuiming is the second person.

One in eight thousandth, a young and promising newcomer writer, the first reaction after reading it is to praise his work as a "masterpiece", which is something that Xiang Kai in the past could never have dreamed of.He panicked for a moment at the unreality and surprise.

"This, give it back to you."

Akira Shimizu put the manuscript on the table and pushed it towards Hibiki: "Onimaru won the ninja war. At the moment of victory, the meaning of his existence as a ninja has been completed, and there is no need to continue living So in the end, his body, who had slaughtered so many lives, turned into flying snow, died, melted and scattered."

"It is impossible for a human body to transform into a flying snow, but it is not awkward at all when used here, and it adds to the legend. This scene is extremely beautiful, even beyond the realm of aesthetics, with a unique philosophical atmosphere." He finally suppressed the turbulent emotions just a little bit, with a bit of a wry smile on his face, "...I can't give any advice. Because yours is already good enough in my eyes. I'm sorry."

"Ah...it's okay!" Xiang Kai hesitated for a moment, then said, "I have one more request."

Qing Shuiming kept looking at the table in front of him, but did not look at Xiang Kai's face.But Xiang Kai still took out a notebook from his bag, opened it and handed it over carefully,

"Mr. Shimizu, you are the first professional writer I met." He asked, "Can you sign me?"

Looking at the note in front of him, Qing Shuiming was stunned: "...you want me to sign it for you?"

Obviously "Ninja Onimaru" is much better than my own, but does such a person even ask me to sign it for him?

"Yes, the notebook may be too simple and unprepared..." Xiang Kai assured, "But I will definitely cherish Teacher Shimizu's signature."

Silence continued for a moment.

"...I won't sign." Qing Shuiming squeezed out a few words.

"Eh?" Xiang Kai was stunned.

"Why...you all can write such good articles? Why are you all geniuses?" Qing Shuiming didn't know whether he was talking to Xiang Kai or muttering to himself, "Not even professional writers, just amateur writers, to such an extent that…”

"How can I sign for you? Now, I can't even compare to amateurs..."

He raised his hand and hugged his head: "What should I do..."

The silence lasted for a moment, and Xiang Kai was speechless for a while.

The next second, another voice suddenly rang out: "Mr. Xiang Kai's book has been written from his 20s to his 30s now, and it's not just written by amateurs."

"……Eh?"

Qing Shuiming finally raised his head in a daze, and cast his eyes towards the direction where the voice sounded - until then, he didn't notice Hualichun who had been sitting opposite for a long time: "Who?"

"I'm Teacher Xiangkai's editor." Hualichun explained, "I made an appointment today to read Teacher Xiangkai's revised manuscript, but I came here just now, but you didn't notice, Teacher Qingshui."

"Editor?" Qing Shuiming looked at Hualichun's face, and couldn't help being stunned, "Don't you look younger than me..."

"It has nothing to do with age." Hualichun shook his head, "What I want to say is that Teacher Xiangkai's works are not as simple as Teacher Qingshui thought, and they can be written at the current level casually. Teacher Xiangkai used to In the past eight years, I have repeatedly hit the wall, and even gave up literature for a while, until recently I picked up my pen again."

"Eight years?" Qing Shuiming was stunned, and looked at Xiang Kai involuntarily, "Why...you can still persist?"

"Why..." Xiang Kai hesitated for a moment, but still said, "I used to want to be a writer, to be famous, to earn stamp duty, but when I couldn't get these things, the only thing left was because I wanted to write. ... In the end, there is only one reason that will never change."

"yes……"

Qing Shuiming lowered his head.

He also wants to write.but.

"Now I don't know if I can write or not..." He silently put his hands on his knees and tightened his pants.

……

Intermittently, Qing Shuiming spoke out his state of mind so far.

"The fact that the work I wrote can't be published, I'm actually more or less aware of it in my heart." He whispered, "Because I can't feel every bit of life, and I can't see the old world in my eyes. I am always thinking about what to do next, what to write to get the manuscript approved, and I am always afraid of the editor-in-chief Noguchi. Other than that, all other emotions have been numb. The most important sensibility for a writer is already in me died inside."

"In the past, I always felt that I was special. I was a writer. But now, I have become an ordinary person."

"The editorial department offered me the opportunity to work on the adaptation of the highest-grossing movie of the year. They told me it was a good opportunity. Although I don't want to take this job, if I keep doing this kind of work, I may never be able to write it. My own work, but I probably have no choice."

The young writer held his head and muttered to himself: "My life as a writer may have ended."

After Qing Shuiming finished speaking, the breath on the table froze.It is unimaginable that such a glamorous newcomer award winner has encountered such a heavy thing in the past few months.

"Editor Noguchi..." Huali Jun clenched his fists, "How could he treat writers like this..."

To prevent a writer from being able to develop his level of writing, and to fill his heart with fear of the things he originally liked... Noguchi Satoshi's approach has gone beyond the scope of provocateurs, and will destroy a writer.

Feeling suffocated in her heart, she almost wanted to go to Noguchi Satoshi to ask what happened.But Qing Shuiming is the writer of "The Age of Literature and Art", and in any case, she, a member of Hoshinosha, can't control it.

It should be an iron rule in this industry not to interfere too much with writers from other publishing houses.

But no matter what, Qing Shuiming's knot in his heart lies in the fact that he can't write what he wants.

Looking at the lifeless Qing Shuiming, Hualichun took a deep breath.

"If you don't mind listening to the opinions of your competitors..." she said suddenly, "I don't think Mr. Shimizu's life as a writer has yet to come to an end."

After the words fell, Xiang Kai was startled and looked over.And Qing Shuiming raised his head slowly, his eyes were full of puzzlement: "What did you say?"

Hualichun thought about it and said: "I will not persuade Mr. Qingshui to refuse the work of Nianguan filming, nor will I persuade Mrs. Qingshui to terminate the contract with "Literary Times". Because the work of transforming can at least make Mrs. Qingshui earn within two months." Millions, or even tens of millions, is the job that earns the fastest money; and contributing to the Bailang Club, which has been named the No. [-] Newcomer Award, is also the best way to ensure that Teacher Qingshui's works are seen by the maximum number of readers."

"In fact, I think what Mr. Shimizu should do now is not to write, but to rest. But if Mr. Shimizu wants to write his own as soon as possible anyway, you can try my proposal."

"I think there is one last subject that Shimizu-sensei can definitely write about in this situation."

Xiang Kai looked at Hualichun unexpectedly: "Mr. Huali..."

Precisely because he himself has repeatedly hit the wall, he knows how difficult it is to walk on this literary road. Every step forward, he will step on the corpse left by his predecessors.I may fall to death in the middle at any time.

Hua Lichun would choose to help a competitor's writer, which was not beyond Xiang Kai's expectation.After all, when Hualichun helped Xiangkai read it, he was not a writer of Hoshinosha.

"Eh?"

Qing Shuiming also stared at Hualichun in a daze.Suddenly, his silent eyes lit up.

The girl said he could still write.

why?Obviously even he himself can't dig out the writer's nature in himself.But why did this girl speak so firmly?

Perhaps sometimes, outsiders can see more clearly.So, in the fog of death, is there still a road that I don't know hidden under my feet?