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Until he walked into a nearby coffee shop with a young man who claimed to be Osamu Dazai, and sat face to face in front of the window, Junya Huali still felt blank because of some kind of surreal feeling.

The moment they met by the river, she did see something similar to Dazai Inu from the young man...something beyond appearance, species...even the form of the body...

But, at the end of the day...

Teacher Dazai is not human!

She slept with Dazai in the same bed for almost two years, and even bathed the dog and played with his tail!

Hualichun sat at the table blankly with the envelope full of manuscripts in her arms.On the opposite side, Dazai Osamu propped his chin with his bandaged hand, and looked at her with a smile.

"Don't you want to order something?" He said, "It's rare to meet in this way, so let me invite you this time. There will be no credit."

"..." Hualichun's expression remained sluggish, like a POP thinking about growing up.It wasn't until Osamu Dazai pushed the cafe's menu along the table in front of her that she lowered her head stiffly and looked at the menu.

When her eyes fell on a certain line on the menu, Hualichun suddenly came back to her senses: "Well, let's order something to eat."

Osamu Dazai still kept a smile on his face, but his head tilted slightly because of his confusion, and he showed a questioning look: "?"

15 minute later.

Hualichun held the plate of grilled mushrooms with one hand, and with the other hand, inserted the largest piece of mushroom on the plate with a fork, and raised it to Osamu Dazai's mouth with piercing eyes: "Eat it, Mr. Dazai!"

Looking at the mushrooms fed to his mouth, Dazai Osamu's originally handsome face was distorted in an instant, his eyes wandered, like a dog whose skin was pulled by a collar: "..."

He really wanted to vomit after seeing the mushrooms, but the little purple-haired girl in front of her opened her big eyes that were shining like glass balls and was staring at him without blinking. Osamu Dazai fell into a dilemma for a while.

He was about to bite the bullet and eat that piece of mushroom when the fork that he raised in front of him suddenly retracted.

"No need to eat any more. I've made sure." Hualichun's expression finally brightened.She wiped the sweat from her forehead and said happily: "The expression when you dislike mushrooms is the same as when you are a dog. You really are Mr. Dazai!"

Hearing this, Dazai Osamu's expression became a little sad: "..."

When Hualichun sat down across from Osamu Dazai again, Osamu Dazai thought about it, and finally said: "Since this is the case, then you should already understand, right? Whether it is me or other wild dogs, they were originally human beings."

"We were originally a group of people with supernatural abilities living in Yokohama, and we were engaged in jobs in the world that ordinary citizens didn't know about."

Humans in the form of wild dogs, and wild dogs with human intelligence.The two may appear to be not far apart in form, but there is a difference in essence.Thinking that Hualichun thought they were dogs, and even bathed them and slept on the same bed with them, Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "You don't have to pay too much attention. We, who exist in the form of wild dogs, are the manifestation of the fusion of spiritual energy with different abilities. And our real bodies have actually fallen into a deep sleep in Yokohama."

"Until the beginning of this year, some people woke up one after another, so I didn't contact you until now. And your handheld is also an ultimate goal for us to complete certain tasks and achieve the return of supernatural powers and spiritual power to the body. Mechanisms……"

Osamu Dazai's words were suddenly interrupted by Jun Huali: "...those are trivial things, I don't care that much."

The young man raised his head and saw Hualichun sitting across the table, looking at him seriously.

"If you want to say these things, you can save them for later and talk about them slowly. If you don't want to say them, I won't pursue them to the bottom. After I'm convinced that you are really Dazai-sensei, now I only care about one thing."

Huali Jun leaned forward and grabbed Osamu Dazai's arm.Her strength could be felt through the sleeves of the windbreaker.

"Will you continue to create literary works in the future?" She looked directly at Osamu Dazai and asked in a low voice, "Is the manuscript just delivered a determination to continue writing, or is it a final farewell gift?"

"..."

Osamu Dazai was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed.

"Although we haven't seen each other for almost three months, you still haven't changed, Chun." He put his other hand on the back of Hualichun's hand that was holding her, and patted it lightly: "This is not a parting gift. Will you?" Keep writing."

"……yes?"

Hualichun exhaled, and let go of her hand: "It doesn't matter if you take your time, and it doesn't matter if you don't publish it in Hoshinosha. As long as you continue to write..."

After getting the answer she wanted, she sat there blankly for a while, and then, under Dazai's gaze, reached out to the pile of envelopes on the side of the table, picked out Dazai's envelope, and put the "Human World" inside. Disqualification" was taken out and flipped through.

"Will you watch it now?" Osamu Dazai was a little surprised, "Is it okay to leave me alone?"

"...Ah, I'm sorry." Hualichun was stunned, "But after I feel relieved, this is the first thing I want to do..."

"Forget it, read it. Although it's a shame to sit across from you and watch you read what you wrote."

"Um……"

The angle of daylight is gradually shifted over time.Osamu Dazai ordered coffee.And Hualichun sat across from Osamu Dazai, looking at the "No Place in the World" in his hand page by page.

At the end, the girl's face was already wrinkled due to emotion, the tip of her nose was red, and tears kept falling down her cheeks: "Woo..."

Osamu Dazai had a complicated look on his face, but he still handed over the handkerchief.

It wasn't until the last word was finished that Hualichun wiped away tears and raised his head: "Teacher Dazai..."

""No Place in the World" is really..." She paused, "If you want to survive, you have to abandon your humanity, otherwise you will not be able to exist in the world because you can't accept the deviation between yourself and this world... But, exactly It’s because I still have humanity and have expectations for this world that I feel pain at the beginning.”

"However, such a person in pain transformed the pain into such touching words, and gave it to this world that was like purgatory to him...There must be people who are also in pain who can find it from Dazai-sensei's Soothe and resonate.”

This is Osamu Dazai's work from the heart.Therefore, Hualichun looked at him and said: "I can't find the exact words to describe it. This is a new realm of Mr. Dazai, an unparalleled masterpiece, and it will definitely be famous in history. There should be more than just pain in this world. .This one is sure to go down as one of the all-time favorites."

Osamu Dazai, who had always been at ease, became a little dazed and at a loss.

"I have monopolized your time for a long time." He was silent for a while, then stood up suddenly, and took Hualichun's hand, "Let's go, there are still some people waiting to see you."

Hualijun was dragged up by Osamu Dazai, and quickly picked up the large stack of envelopes containing the manuscripts by the table, followed him out of the coffee shop quickly.

Walking along the street and entering the alley, Osamu Dazai and Huali Jun finally stopped in front of a green metal door leading to the basement.

"Go in." He let go of his hand, put it in the pocket of the windbreaker, and said softly.

Hualichun stretched out her hand and opened the half-hidden door.Walking all the way down the stairs, the eyes suddenly opened up.

This is a speakeasy that is booked out.And before she arrived, there was already a group of people in the bar, including men and women, of different ages.

Hearing the sound of Hualichun walking down the stairs, people sitting or standing in the bar turned their heads to look.And from their bodies, Hualichun could see that something was slowly overlapping with the teacher Gouzi in his memory.

In the booth next to the wall, a white-haired boy in suspenders stood up suddenly, and was about to speak, but Hualichun raised his hand to stop him: "Don't remind me, let me recognize it."

She glanced at the faces in the bar that she had never seen before but were extremely familiar with, and called out their names one by one accurately: "Chuya Nakahara, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Momiji Ozaki."

"Ranpo Edogawa, Sakunosuke Oda, Kenji Miyazawa, Ango Sakaguchi."

"Fitzgerald, Poe, Lovecraft."

"Quan Jinghua, and," she turned her head to look at the boy who was the first to stand up just now, "Atsushi Nakajima."

The boy's eyes lit up suddenly.

After three months, seeing all the writers for the first time, Hualichun had a smile on his face: "It's great that everyone is here."

Until then, Nakahara Zhong, who was sitting in front of the bar, wearing a top hat and a black coat, finally couldn't hold back, raised his fist to his lips, and coughed.

"Why are you here so late?" he asked. "We've been waiting here for a long time."

"Because I was watching Dazai-sensei's..." Huali Jun replied after being stunned.

"Really, have you read it..." Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little surprised, then looked away, coughed again, his cheeks flushed slightly, "What about my "Dirty Sorrow"? How do you feel?"

"I haven't watched it yet." Huali Chun said honestly, "I was brought here just after watching Dazai-sensei's "No Longer Human".

Hearing this, Zhong Yuan's expression changed, and he immediately jumped off the bar stool: "Bastard Dazai, do you only let her see yours?"

Behind Hualichun, Osamu Dazai spread his hands: "That's right, anyway, slugs write the same thing, it doesn't matter if you read it or not."

"Woo..." Nakahara Chuya let out a growl in his throat, clenched his fists, and walked over aggressively.

Seeing that the two of them were about to fight just like when they were dogs, Hualichun hurriedly stopped Zhongyuan Zhongya: "I'll watch it right away! Really! Teacher Zhongye just forget it..."

Under Hualichun's persuasion, Zhongyuan Zhong finally stopped.He gave Osamu Dazai a hard look, then hugged Hualijun's shoulders, jumped up and hung on her body.

Nakahara Nakaya, who is only 1.6 meters tall but is an adult man, jumped on him. Hualichun, who was smaller than him, subconsciously reached out to catch it like he used to hold the orange and white puppy, and then was crushed by his weight Tottering: "..."

Everyone in the bar looked at this scene in astonishment: "..."

After a few seconds, Zhong Yuan Zhong also finally came to his senses after realizing that everyone's eyes were wrong, and then he remembered that he was no longer a puppy.As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Hualichun's face flushed and sweating madly: "..."

Two minutes later, Hualichun stood outside the locked toilet cubicle and knocked on the door: "Mr. Zhongye, come out quickly! It's okay, everyone understands, no one will laugh at you."

"It's so noisy!" Zhongyuan Zhongya roared with shame and anger from the cubicle.

And at the bathroom door behind Hualichun, a large group of curious heads popped up from high to low: "..."

Literary giants are indeed different from ordinary people.In the end, Hualichun failed to persuade Zhongyuan Zhongya to come out.

After walking back again, Hualichun looked around the underground bar.

A small bar that can only accommodate a dozen people, and the facilities are even a bit outdated.However, the person sitting here at the moment is the top writer in Japan.

The silence lasted for a moment, Hualichun suddenly heard something, and suddenly raised his head: "That's right!"

Everyone looked at her in surprise.And Hualichun looked at the group of writers expectantly: "Today is March [-]th, right?"

"That's right..." Oda Sakunosuke let go of the wine glass in his hand, "What's wrong?"

The submission time is in autumn, and the announcement of the winners is in winter, but the awards ceremony of the New Arts and Culture Awards is set in the spring, which is several months before the announcement of the winners.

That's because the organizers expect that the fruits of each new art and culture award will eventually give birth to a literary scene like the recovery of all things in spring.

Hualichun's eyes were shining brightly: "Teachers, the award ceremony of the New Art and Culture Award is five days away! Are you planning to participate?"

***

March 25.

The Tokyo International Hotel, which was used to hold the judging meeting, continued to host the award ceremony.The entire banquet hall on the first floor was reserved by the sponsor for the ceremony.

In the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, the staff guiding the order and the reporters from various media can already be seen.The editors of Bailang Club arrived at the scene very early as usual.

Once again came to the lounge of the large-scale literary award ceremony, Chieko Aoyama couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

More than a year ago, she followed the editor-in-chief to the awards ceremony to learn.Today, she, who has become the deputy editor-in-chief, has become the leader of the team.

In addition to the current editor-in-chief Haneda, there are also two new editors who have just joined the company.

Moreover, this time, Hoshinosha, who took away more than half of the awards in one go, should also come.And if there is no accident, Hualichun should also accept the award on behalf of the writers just like when he was in the Classical Awards.

The last time I met Hualichun was on the day of the award ceremony of the Classical Arts and Culture Awards.Although I can get a little information through the writer Kaya Koyama who was in charge of it together, Chieko Aoyama really wants to see Jun Huali again.

Rather, many in the industry wanted to see her for themselves.

Quickly withdrawing her thoughts, Chieko Aoyama turned around.Kaya Koyama, who won the Lifetime Achievement Award, and two other award-winning writers are temporarily acting together with the editor-in-chief Haneda.And standing beside her were the two newcomer editors who came together.

Just like what Tomo Noguchi said to her back then, Chieko Aoyama said to the two new editors: "This award ceremony is an opportunity for you to learn. After the ceremony is over, the winners and the judging committee will Members from all walks of life will also participate in the reception. Even if many heavyweight writers in the literary world do not participate in this new school award, they will be invited to attend, and the chairman of the Japanese Writers Association will also come. There is a precedent for attending the reception after the awards ceremony. At that time, Editor-in-Chief Haneda and I will introduce you to these important figures in the literary world."

Looking at the two newcomers who were earnestly recording and nodding frequently, Chieko Aoyama continued: "However, whether it is the relationship with various social groups or the social interaction in the literary world, these are just icing on the cake."

She stared at the faces of the two new editors: "For us, the most important thing is to support the writers and write the best."

Only in this way can the things that so many writers and editors have been working hard for have meaning.

Those efforts, those failures, those regrets and tears in the past...their choices now make those things meaningful.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the lounge.From a distance, the voices of media reporters could be heard one after another.And amidst a burst of noise, a cry suddenly reached Chieko Aoyama's ears: "It's a writer from Hoshinosha!"

At the end of the corridor, the flashlights of the media reporters illuminated the surroundings brightly.And from the gaps in the crowded crowd, the true faces of the writers flashed past.

Osamu Dazai, Chuya Nakahara, Atsushi Nakajima, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Sakunosuke Oda... For the first time, mysterious writers from Hoshinosha attended the ceremony.

Koyama Ka in the lounge also followed the noise subconsciously, and then his eyes fell on a figure among the reporters.

Although he had never met, somehow, he was sure of the identity of the other party.

When the Hoshinosha writers entered the lounge, Koyama Kaya's eyes became more and more anxious, as if they were real.

If the other party says he doesn't like his current work, he might be hit hard.But even so, he wanted to...

Thinking of this, Xiao Shanjia also clenched his fists and took a step forward.

Standing aside, Haneda, the current editor-in-chief of "Literary Times", noticed his actions and couldn't help but want to speak.However, in the next second, he realized what was happening, and withdrew his outstretched hand.

Koyama Kaya passed through the people waiting in the lounge all the way, and finally stopped in front of a young man in a long black coat with black hair and piercing eyes.

"Ms. Akutagawa." He opened his mouth.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke paused and turned to look at him.

"What happened...after the Classical Award," Kaya Koyama said here, paused, the lining of the kimono was soaked with sweat, "The grace and gratitude for the reconstruction are beyond words."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't seem to be used to this kind of scene, he looked aside: "...Really."

He severed many things with his own hands, and this was the first time he heard someone say that he connected something that was about to break.

After two seconds, Ryunosuke Akutagawa suddenly said: "I read your "Snow Blindness". The struggle of the snow-blind climber in the illusion just reflects your state of mind, with a strong surreal style. I like this book .”

Xiao Shanjia was also stunned.After a while, he stretched out his trembling hand: "Please shake hands with me..."

"Ah."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke held out his hand.Under the sleeves of the black long windbreaker, Kaya Koyama's calloused hand was held in his pale hand due to health problems.

Koyama Ka also gripped back hard, his eyes were slightly red.

Not far away, Hualichun, who was watching this scene, was a little surprised, and a voice suddenly sounded beside him: "It was a letter from Mr. Akutagawa that made Mr. Xiaoshan give up his idea of ​​closing the pen."

That was the voice of Chieko Aoyama.She looked at Hualichun: "Long time no see."

Hualichun turned her head and smiled after seeing Chieko Aoyama: "It's Miss Aoyama."

Since Chieko Aoyama said that Ryunosuke Akutagawa sent a letter to Kaya Koyama, it must be true.But even if Ryunosuke Akutagawa agrees with Kaya Koyama, he doesn't actively interfere with other people's personalities.So, someone must have asked him to do this.

Thinking of this, Hualichun glanced at Osamu Dazai in the crowd, and had some guesses in his heart, but he still didn't ask.

If you don't plan to tell her, then it's okay to keep it a secret.

At [-] o'clock in the evening, the award ceremony of the New Arts and Culture Awards began.

The fact that all Hoshinosha's cover writers attended the award ceremony has already covered the social network through media channels.At this moment, the Zaomen family, the teachers and students of the Wisteria Academy, the students of Wujo Wu, Xia Youjie and other college students, Gongqian Jian who was still in the editorial department of "Monthly Girl", bookstore staff from all over the country... , Zenyuan Shi Er and Hui, Noguchi Satoshi who lives in his hometown, writers of all kinds... Countless people are watching the live broadcast of the awards ceremony.

Awards were handed out one after the other.Until the end, the highest award in the literature department.

Bathed in the dazzling flashing lights and the eyes of everyone, Sakunosuke Oda stepped up to the golden screen and received the trophy and certificate representing the highest award.

The writer who just debuted skipped the newcomer award and went straight to the highest award of the heavyweight award-this kind of feat can only be seen in the writers of Hoshinosha.

"Congratulations, Oda-sensei."

The award presenter was the winner of the highest award in the literature department of the last Xinpai Art and Culture Award, and he won this award after more than ten years of hard work in the literary world.She looked straight into Oda Sakunosuke's eyes and said, "Next, please tell Oda-sensei your acceptance speech."

The other award-winning writers have all returned to the lounge.Through the TV on the wall, Oda Sakunosuke in the live TV came into everyone's eyes.

Holding the trophy and certificate, Oda Sakunosuke approached the microphone awkwardly.

"I had a dream to live in a house with a view of the sea, to sit at a table by the window and write my own," he said softly, "but I also thought that I would never be able to be a home in my life."

Facing the camera, Oda Sakunosuke hesitated, and continued: "I have neither the aptitude to be a writer nor the talent to show off. A few months ago, I even struggled in the vortex of only finishing a book .”

"At that time, I never imagined that I would not only be able to complete "The Good Couple", but also receive such great love. I won this award and the booklet was published."

Looking at the trophy in his hand, a smile appeared on Oda Sakunosuke's face.And this smile, through the live TV broadcast, was reflected in the eyes of Hualichun who was standing in the lounge.

"But even if I get the award today, writing this matter will not change the slightest for me. I am afraid that the next book will be the same. I will continue to doubt myself and continue to struggle. The day of completion may be far away. Want to The mountain I climbed was so high that I might not be able to see the scenery from the top of the mountain in my whole life."

Facing the live broadcast camera, Oda Sakunosuke said seriously: "But no matter what, I will continue to write."

***

In early April, Hualichun returned to school.

On April [-]th, the new issue of "Monthly Literature", which published new works such as "Disqualification in the World" and "Dirty Sorrow", was released on time, breaking the first-week sales record again.

Publicity posters of literary works can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys.On the huge screen that occupies the entire building at the crossroads, literary news is being broadcast.The books one after another produced by the publishing house are sent from the printing factory to the bookstore by the distribution staff, placed on the shelves by the bookstore clerk, and finally come to the hands of all kinds of readers.

In addition to the literary market, stage plays, TV, movies, comics... industries supported by literature are also thriving.More and more people come into contact with literature from various channels and have their destiny changed by literature.

In the future, writers will continue to write, and publishers will continue to publish.

This is the age of literature.

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