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"Seal the pen?" Hualichun was taken aback, "Mr. Xiaoshan... are you serious?"

"That's right." Xiao Shanjia also let out a long sigh and lowered his head, "It's time for me to retire."

"It's not like that, is it?"

Hua Lichun couldn't help but stood up, and asked in amazement: "Failing to get the highest award doesn't mean that you are not qualified to continue writing, doesn't it? Teacher Xiaoshan's sales are still so high... If... the former editor-in-chief If she's still here..."

"That's meaningless. After seeing real literature, I can no longer face my own works."

Koyama Kakashi also stood up.He lowered his eyes and didn't look at Hualichun, but made a gesture of seeing off the guest with his hand.

"I've finished what I need to let you know." He said wearily, "Please go back."

"..."

Hualichun opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, so he clenched his fists and walked out of the small mountain house.

When the door behind her closed, she turned her head subconsciously and took another look at the villa.

After several minutes, she turned around and walked away slowly in frustration.

It wasn't until Hualichun's figure disappeared at the end of the road that a young woman in a gray suit with a "Literary Times" work card hanging around her neck stumbled out from behind the wall.

Kaya Koyama's editor, Chieko Aoyama, came to Koyama House early in the morning, intending to see how he was doing. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the door, he heard conversations inside.

"Teacher Xiaoshan... Are you really going to close the pen?" Chieko Aoyama recalled the few words she heard through the door just now, and muttered to herself in shock, "What's going on..."

Precisely because she was immersed in astonishment, Chieko Aoyama did not notice that there was a sand-colored dog running away quietly and quickly by the roadside.

***

All the way back to Hoshinosha in silence, when Hualichun opened the door of the small building of Hoshinosha, it was still quiet inside.

The reception area at the entrance was empty.Hualichun closed the door behind her backhand, stood in front of the entrance for a while, and finally slowly sat on the floor while leaning on the wall.

She hugged her knees with her arms, and said to herself in a daze: "The writer's life of Mr. Xiaoshan, who was discovered by his mother, ended like this...Is it because I won that his career as a writer ended?"

Maybe it's because the dog teachers I met were so talented that everything seemed too easy.So for the first time, Huali Chun clearly felt the cruelty of the literary world and how difficult it is to be a writer.

A work is like a tender bud, which must be carefully cared for by the author, editor, salesperson, bookstore staff, and even readers before it can grow, bloom, and become a towering tree.And destroying this little bud is far easier than cultivating it.

Every time, every time, she will continue to publish her masterpieces in "Monthly Literature" and send them to the world.But for the first time, some works disappeared in front of her.

Kaya Koyama is just over 50 years old, and if he wants to write, he still has a lot of time in his life.Why did you decide to close the pen in such a haste?Why can't I hold on any longer?Why can't we wait any longer?

A girl who has just set foot in the field of literature can't figure out the answer.Kaya Koyama's pain is also not something that can be summed up in a few words.

Literature is such a thing, beautiful and cruel, fascinating and cruel, fascinating and cruel.Cruel, brutal, brutal.

It's the same for Kaya Koyama and Jun Huali.

But it is precisely because of this cruelty that it is so beautiful.

Thinking of this, Hualichun sighed, stood up, and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

However, after walking a few steps towards the office area, she suddenly saw a brown-red figure sitting in front of an office computer.

Oda Inu didn't know when he was sitting in front of the computer again.The office area was empty, only he was sitting in front of the computer, slowly typing a few words on the keyboard with his furry paws, and deleting them bit by bit.

Oda Inu's face was slightly cool by the light from the computer screen, and his eyes were full of urgency and exhaustion.Hualichun has also discovered that although no one urged him, he has been actively trying to write something during this period of time, but he has not been able to do so.

Hualichun walked over carefully step by step, and said softly, "Mr. Oda."

Oda Inu seemed to have been desperately thinking about how to write, until he heard Huali Jun's voice and suddenly came back to his senses.The big dog turned to look at her with a bit of bewilderment in his eyes.

Huali Jun pulled the chair aside and sat next to Oda Inu.

On the computer screen in front of him, there were still only unwritten words lying pitifully on the white document.The Oda dog seemed ashamed of these few lines of writing, its ears that should have been pricked up were slightly tilted to one side, and the dog's eyes were lowered to look at the ground.

"Oda-sensei, it's okay to not be so anxious."

Hualichun raised her hand and gently hugged the large dog's neck.Oda Inu didn't expect the girl to do this, and his body froze all of a sudden.

"There are many kinds of writers. Some people are full of talent, but they have not been recognized by the world; some people's works are sold well, but their hearts are empty; some people become famous in one fell swoop, and then fall silent; there are also people who have accumulated a lot of talent, but are late bloomers."

"Maybe some people want to evaluate everything simply and roughly with a simple sentence of 'can write' or 'can't write', but for writers, what others can't see-that is their whole life."

Hualichun said in a low voice: "It would be great if we could shock the world from the first book, and continue to break through the limit in the next few decades, becoming a famous writer. But everyone has their own and different rhythm. Too much If you are in a hurry, the fire in your chest will be burnt out at once."

Oda Inu opened his eyes slightly, and his tense body gradually relaxed.

"...So, Oda-sensei, don't burn out the fire in your heart ahead of time. Just go slowly at your own pace. If the teacher likes literature, you can forget about writing in the next period of time. Literary lovers just enjoy reading the books they like. It’s not too late to write when you feel something in your heart and want to write.”

Hualichun buried her face in the thick neck hair of the Oda dog, and said softly: "I want to protect the writers, and I don't want any writer to disappear."

The Oda dog lowered his head in silence, and awkwardly licked Hualichun's hair in the way he usually comforts the puppies.

……

Meanwhile, in the other room.

The Akutagawa dog lying on the soft bedding was sleeping in a ball, with the hem of the long black trench coat spread out, shaking with the Akutagawa dog's breathing.

The usually indifferent and proud Gouzi looks round and cute when sleeping. This is also the secret that Akutagawa Inu, who wants to protect his own face, cannot be discovered by others no matter what.

And beside the round and lovely Akutagawa Inu, a dog shadow gradually appeared.

It was too late and then too soon, the vigilant Akutagawa dog opened his eyes suddenly, and the round dog ball "slapped" and stretched out the four puppy legs, instantly turning into the usual majestic Akutagawa dog with fluttering windbreaker .

The little black dog raised his head and looked in the direction of Gou Ying - he saw that the dog standing in front of him with a serious expression was none other than Dazai Inumoto.And the window, which was locked before going to bed, is now wide open, with a few sand-colored dog hairs on the lock.

Akutagawa Dog: "...Wow?"

"Wang."

Dazai Inu simply replied, but there was an inexplicable wisdom in his eyes.The sand-colored Gouzi turned around and wagged his tail, signaling the Akutagawa Dog to follow him.

Although he was full of confusion, the little black dog followed up decisively.

***

Two days later.

In the villa area of ​​Setagaya, there were a few more suitcases in the living room than the previous two days, and there was a ticket to Hokkaido on the table - that was Kaya Koyama's hometown.

Through the sliding glass door, you can see that the few remaining leaves on the trees in the yard are about to fall off.Early winter has arrived.

Kaya Koyama was sitting on the sofa looking at the fallen leaves in the yard in a daze, when suddenly there was a light knocking sound at the door.

He stood up and walked towards the door.But when he walked to the door, it was quiet again outside the door.

Xiao Shanjia also frowned, but opened the door anyway.

There was no one at the door, but there was a letter on the ground.

Koyama Kaya bent down and picked up the letter, subconsciously looking around.

There are no pedestrians on the quiet road, only two puppies in the distance seem to be walking slowly.

Koyama Ka also took the letter and closed the door.He sat down on the sofa again and opened the letter absently.

The letter was written in clear and beautiful handwriting: "Your Excellency Xiaoshan, it is the season when the green leaves are fading and the summer heat is about to end. Please take care of yourself. I read your article "Kite" the day before yesterday, and I deeply feel... "

Looking at the beginning, Xiao Shanjia also sighed: "It turned out to be a letter from a reader. How did the other party find out my real address? It's a bit scary."

"But forget it, I'm leaving this house this afternoon. If you think about it this way, I feel a little sorry for this guy who worked so hard to find here..."

While talking to himself, Koyama Kaya glanced at the signature of the letter.

In the next second, his eyes were stuck there.

I saw the letter's name written in the same beautiful handwriting on the place where the letter was signed.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Kaya Koyama stood up suddenly, the hand holding the letter trembled: "Akuta... Teacher Akutagawa?"

Is it Ryunosuke Akutagawa who wrote "Rashomon"?

After regaining consciousness, Xiao Shanjia quickly turned to the front and continued reading from the halfway point he saw just now.

After a long time, the gray-haired man's eye sockets were slightly hot, and a stream of heat slowly fell down his wrinkled cheeks.

"Ms. Akutagawa, you praised my work..."

Holding the letter paper, he murmured to himself: "That Akutagawa-sensei actually read my work...how could this happen? It's obviously not worth mentioning compared to "Rashomon", and it's not worth mentioning to Akutagawa-sensei at all." eyes..."

Even if you don't get an award.

Even if you never get the prize.

But if he can get such frank approval, if he can get the approval from the writer who wrote "Rashomon", he, Kaya Koyama...

At this moment, there was an urgent knock on the door again.Xiaoshan Jia also came back to his senses suddenly, walked quickly and opened the door.

What appeared at the door was not Ryunosuke Akutagawa as he thought, but Chieko Aoyama, a new editor who had just been transferred to take charge of him not long ago.

"Teacher Xiaoshan!?"

Seeing the tear stains on Kaya Koyama's face, Chieko Aoyama was taken aback, ignored him and still stood blankly at the door, and forced her way in.

Seeing the packed luggage in the living room, Chieko Aoyama's heart sank.

"I'm sorry, teacher, knowing that after losing the highest award for the Classical Art and Literature Award, you must be by your side as an editor, but I haven't been able to visit you for the past two days."

She turned around and said to Kaya Koyama: "In the past two days, I have sorted out many readers' opinions on the failure of my teacher's "Kite" to win the award. Please have a look."

Chieko Aoyama took out a stack of thick paper from her bag and handed it to Kaya Koyama.

Xiao Shanjia also took the stack of papers in a daze, and looked down——

Those are all testimonials written by his readers online.

"The award-winning works are indeed very beautiful, but Mr. Xiaoshan's "Kite" is really a pity."

"Who said "Kite" is not as good-looking as Mr. Xiaoshan's other works? I think "Kite" is the best work of Mr. Xiaoshan. After understanding the thoughts that Mr. Xiaoshan wants to express in the article, I have a new understanding of the interpersonal relationship around me. cognition."

"This is a pure literature whose setting is set in ordinary life, but the details make people reflect on life. In previous years, "Kite" will definitely win the award. This time the judging committee is too harsh."

"Sure enough, I still want to see more of Mr. Xiaoshan."

"I don't know when Teacher Xiaoshan's next work will come out, I'm really looking forward to it!"

"Mr. Xiaoshan must work hard!"

"..."

Just as Koyama Kaya looked at the printed testimonials one by one and was silent, Chieko Aoyama clenched her fist and spoke.

"Teacher, don't retire. Every testimonial here represents a person, and your readers are still looking forward to you!"

Chieko Aoyama's eyes were fixed on Kaya Koyama's expression, not daring to relax at all.

In the past two days, she had collected tens of thousands of comments, sorted out a thick collection of comments and printed them out, just for this moment.

"Mr. Xiaoshan, I know very well that as a newcomer, I am lucky to be your editor. I also know that my qualifications are insufficient, and I may not be mature enough. Compared with my seniors, there is still a gap in my work ability. It is precisely because of this that you cannot trust you wholeheartedly. But since I am your editor, I will work hard for you until the last moment!"

When the young editor who confessed his heart said these words, even his timbre trembled because the vocal cords were stretched too close.

"So, please, Mr. Xiaoshan...you can trust me!"

Chieko Aoyama said loudly: "I want to see Mr. Koyama write a new work!"

That day, when she was standing at the door, she happened to overhear the conversation between Kaya Koyama and Hualichun.

Even though he has left Hoshinosha and "Monthly Literature" for many years, the editor that Kakashi Koyama agrees with the most is still the editor-in-chief of Hoshinosha's "Monthly Literature".The "Kite", which he poured the most effort into, was also written for the editor-in-chief.

That editor-in-chief must be a very powerful person.Maybe it's something that a person like her can't match in her life.

But from now on, she will work side by side with Kaya Koyama as an editor.She wants to take away the position of the powerful editor-in-chief in Kaya Koyama's heart, and become his most trusted comrade-in-arms, guarding him to write the best articles in "Literary Times" that exceed any of his previous works.

"Because Mr. Xiaoshan's career as a writer should not end here!"

After the passionate voice fell, the room fell into silence.

Ka Koyama also slowly lowered his hand holding readers' comments.He slowly raised his head and looked at Chieko Aoyama.

Under Chieko Aoyama's nervous gaze, Kaya Koyama finally spoke.

"...Then join me next time and create a work that will be famous in history." He slowly extended his hand towards Chieko Aoyama, "My second life as a writer will be handed over to you like this." You, Aoyama."

Staring at Kaya Koyama's hand that was not young, with traces of writing on its fingers, and was older than her actual age, Chieko Aoyama held her breath, and stretched out her own hand.

The two hands representing the writer and the editor are tightly held together.At that moment, Chieko Aoyama's legs softened and she knelt down on the ground.

"That's great..." She muttered to herself, and burst into tears regardless of her image, "It's really... that's great..."

……

In the distance, Akutagawa Inu, who had been observing this scene through the window, looked away, and glanced at Dazai Inu not far away.

In all fairness, Kaya Koyama's "Kite" is indeed a rare article.If the Akutagawa dog is evaluated without any extra factors, he will indeed praise it.

However, if Dazai Inu didn't ask, Akutagawa Inu would never write a letter to encourage Koyama Kaya.He didn't care whether Kaya Koyama closed his pen or not.

Dazai Inu must be the same.Facing Kaya Koyama, he would only treat him indifferently, without caring.

Just like the indifferent and ruthless brilliance in the eyes of Dazai Inu who was watching the situation of the small mountain house from afar at this moment.

In the future, if you want to continue writing, you should make a fuss about retiring Kaya Koyama, but only this time, Dazai Inu will never let Kaya Koyama retire.Kaya Koyama's retirement must not be related to Hualijun, and Hualijun's soul must not be clouded by the author's retirement due to her victory.

That person is the one who fished him out of the river, the one who will bring countless works to the world, but he must not be the one who makes literary works disappear from this world.

***

"Eh? Mr. Xiaoshan said that he wants to write a more powerful new work?"

It has been a week since the results of the Classical Art and Literature Awards were announced.When checking the Sanxianya's books and periodicals in stock, Hualichun couldn't help being stunned when she heard what the proprietress said.

"That's right. Since the announcement of the Classical Art and Literature Award, Mr. Xiaoshan has had no news at all, which made his readers very frightened for a while." The proprietress said with a smile, "Fortunately, Mr. Xiaoshan cheered up. He seems to be I also said that I want to create something better than all the past works with the current editor.”

"is that so……"

Hualichun breathed a sigh of relief, and when she came back to her senses, her eye sockets couldn't help but feel a little hot.

Although I don't know what happened, it's great that Kaya Koyama's writer's life didn't end here.His works will continue to be born one after another in the future.

If my mother knew about this, she would be very pleased.

Thinking of this, Hualichun turned her head and looked in front of the entrance of Sanxian House.

There is a half-black, half-red, huge mountain of books that is extremely eye-catching.

——That is "The Setting Sun" and "The Song of Sheep".

In the bookstore, the best-selling booklets will be placed in the most conspicuous places in the shape of high mountains or pagodas by the clerks, and customers who enter the store will be immediately attracted by the array of best-selling books and go to buy them.

"Setting Sun" and "Song of Sheep", each with an initial printing volume of 50 copies, were sent to various bookstores the day after the Classical Art and Literature Award was announced, setting off a craze across the country, breaking the sales record of literary single volumes in an instant 10 records.

Seeing that the book mountain that was originally neatly arranged has been unevenly held by customers, and it has long since lost its neat and beautiful appearance at the beginning, Hualichun is not only not unhappy, but a burst of heat surges in his chest.

She looked at the guests around the book mountain, opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.

The proprietress of Sanxianya came to Hualichun's side.Also looking at this scene, he sighed: "Even I haven't seen this kind of selling momentum for many years."

"This won't be the only time." Hualichun said softly, "In the future, I will continue to release such works."

She wants to bring something new and more beautiful to this cruel literary world.

"Okay, I want to see that scene too."

The proprietress of Sanxianya suddenly remembered something when she said this: "By the way, the award ceremony for the Classical Art and Literature Award will be at the beginning of next month. Teacher Dazai and Teacher Zhongyuan will attend the award ceremony then, right?"

"I really want to see the face of the teacher who wrote such a masterpiece. Hahaha..."

The proprietress of Sanxianya was still smiling brightly, but Hualichun's body had already froze.

...dogs present at the awards ceremony! ?