Revive it!Wenhao Press

"You're really here."

In the villa area of ​​Setagaya District, Kaya Koyama stood at the door, looking at Jun Hana who came to visit.

The writer who is over fifty has a serious expression on his face, and he looks at Hualichun with scrutiny, as if those sincere conversations in the past never existed.

Even so, he turned to greet her: "Come in. Would you like some black tea?"

"Okay, thank you. In addition, I brought yokan, please accept it." Hualichun also nodded solemnly, and walked in with the prepared snacks.

This time when she came to see Kaya Koyama, she had two things to do.

In order to build an online electronic archive, Hualichun found the contact information of writers who had published their works in the old "Monthly Literature" in the past, sent them emails in batches, and attached an electronic version of the contract.

The works of Koyama Kaya, who used to use "Yamada Fumiya" as a pen name, were proposed by Huali Jun as one of the first articles to enter the electronic archives.In addition, he was a little concerned about Kaya Koyama's current situation, so Jun Huali came to visit again.

After learning of Hoshinosha's next plan, Koyama Ka also did not refuse.

"I see, is it an online project to revive past works?"

The middle-aged man still wearing a kimono looked down at the contract in his hand: "I didn't expect that those articles published under the pen name of 'Yamada Fumiya' back then would have a chance to see the light of day again. I don't think I have anything reason to reject you."

Hearing Xiaoshan Jia also readily agreed, Hualichun was slightly relieved.After all, it was an article ten years ago, and the usage fee offered was not worthy of Kaya Koyama's current worth, and she was worried that Kaya Koyama would refuse.

"I hope other writers think the same way." Hualichun said with a lighter tone, "Although the usage fee is not much, it can be regarded as an extra income."

Koyama Kaya asked again: "Will Monthly Literature be released in electronic form simultaneously with the print magazine?"

"Yes." Hualichun nodded, "But it is a publishing house after all, and currently Hoshinosha still focuses on paper magazines."

"So that's how it is." Koyama Ka also sighed, "The times have really changed. When I was still writing for "Monthly Literature", there was no shadow of e-books."

When Kaya Koyama signed the contract, Hualichun asked again: "Mr. Xiaoshan, how are you doing recently? It's great to be able to write again."

Kaya Koyama paused: "It's not bad..."

After hesitating for a while, he asked, "Ms. Akutagawa... are you okay?"

"Huh?" Hualichun was stunned, and the cold appearance of a little black dog with white ears appeared in his mind, "Well, Mr. Akutagawa has been doing well recently, and his health has not turned on the red light..."

"yes."

Seeing Kaya Koyama caring about Akutagawa Dog so much, Hualichun asked, "Mr. Koyama, why did you suddenly ask about Mr. Akutagawa?"

"...Nothing. Just a little concerned."

Maybe it was because of the memory of his gaffe in front of this teenage girl, or maybe because of the letter he had received from Akutagawa Ryunosuke, the writer who was over half a century old showed embarrassment on his face, and raised his hand in a disguised way. Cover your mouth.

"By the way, since Koyama-sensei, you happened to mention Akutagawa-sensei..."

Under the incomprehensible gaze of Koyama Kakashi, Huali Jun put his hands on his knees, and said to him seriously: "Ms. Akutagawa is going to publish a booklet. The booklet will include the works created by Akutagawa teacher so far, and the name is "Luo" The Gate of Life."

Hearing this, Kaya Koyama's eyes widened slightly.After a while, he came back to his senses and let out a breath: "Sure enough... I was thinking that Mr. Akutagawa's booklet won't be too long..."

"Yes." Hualichun nodded, "This time I am here, besides signing the contract for the online electronic archives, there is one more thing."

"Ms. Akutagawa's "Rashomon" will have a recommendation from Mr. Dazai and Mr. Chuya on the back of the book. In addition, I would like to ask Mr. Koyama to write a recommendation for "Rashomon."

Xiao Shanjia was also stunned again.After a while, he subconsciously looked away, covered his mouth and muttered to himself: "I can really..."

"Huh?" Hualichun didn't hear what he said clearly, and couldn't help showing a puzzled look.

"No..." Xiao Shanjia also came back to his senses.He turned his attention to Hualichun again: "You really dare to ask me, obviously so many things happened before, because of you, I missed the highest award. What's more, I am still a signed writer of Hoshinosha's competitor. "

Hualichun was stunned: "Ah, this..."

"...I think that as long as it is an excellent literary work, no matter whether you are a friend or an opponent, you should be able to feel the charm of the work. After all, literature is something that can break through barriers and change lives." She said, "And Mr. Xiaoshan It's just a contract to publish the work in "Literary Times", and the contract does not restrict other activities other than this, nor does it prevent communication with other writers."

When the purple-haired girl said this, her tone gradually became a little regretful: "But what Teacher Xiaoshan said makes sense. In the final analysis, we all belong to different publishing houses... If this is the case, there is nothing we can do if we are rejected..."

Seeing that Hualichun was about to stand up and bid farewell, Xiaoshan Jia couldn't watch coldly anymore, and immediately stood up: "I didn't say I wouldn't write!"

"Huh?" Hualichun was a little surprised, "It's all said and done, so it turns out that Teacher Xiaoshan didn't intend to refuse?"

"what……"

Xiaoshan Jia also stood stiffly in place, and finally raised his hand to cover his face: "I really lost to you..."

""Rashomon"...is that a work that can easily go down in history? It's the highest honor to write a recommendation for a masterpiece of this level. Who can't be moved..." He buried his face in his palm , sighed, "The words written by Dazai and Nakahara are quite appropriate, why not let someone like me write them, is it really okay?"

"Ms. Xiaoshan originally thought so, so did you hesitate just now?" Hua Lichun paused, "But before I came, I told Mr. Akutagawa that I planned to ask you to write a recommendation, and Mr. Akutagawa also nodded. .”

She broke Kaya Koyama's hesitation with one sentence: "There is not only one way to become a good writer, and there is no right answer or wrong answer. Compared with the questions that Mr. Koyama considered, Mr. Akutagawa Ben... Also think you should write it—isn't that more important?"

"……is that so?"

Koyama Ka also let go.The man over half a century old lowered his head and stared at the carpet in front of him.

"I see." He raised his head again, "Go back first. I will write the recommendation in a few days and send it to you by email."

"I understand!" Hualichun hurriedly bowed deeply to Kaya Koyama, "Thank you very much!"

She was about to say goodbye, but Kaya Koyama stopped her again.

"The manifesto at the awards ceremony, and now the electronic archives...you want to change the literary world, don't you?" he asked.

Hualichun looked up into Kaya Koyama's eyes: "Yes."

The two looked at each other for a while, and Kazuo Koyama also took the lead to look back.He looked down at the carpet and suddenly smiled: "Hmph."

"Bailang Club now regards Hoshino Club as an enemy worthy of attention." He said, "Ten years ago was Hoshino Club's heyday, and at that time Bailang Club's "Literary Times" was the second in ten thousand years. If it rises again, Bailang Society will definitely try its best to maintain its position."

"Can you really beat the current Bailang Club?" Koyama Kaya asked, "The original Hoshino Club did not do this. So it declined. Now the Bailang Club is bigger than before. Now you May I?"

"Then let's have a try." Hualichun frowned, but her eyes did not waver.

"Because I'm not alone, there will always be a way." She said, "There are also teachers."

"……yes."

Xiaoshan Jia also stared at Hualijun's face, and seemed to see other things vaguely through the girl in front of her.

He saw his younger self sitting in the editorial department of "Monthly Literature" more than ten years ago.And the one sitting opposite him was the editor-in-chief at the time.

Seeing his younger self holding the prepared notes in his hand, he said excitedly, "For the next article, I want to write a story set in a closed mountain village."

"In the closed mountain village, every generation of people spends their whole life around this small piece of land. Even the purchase of necessary daily necessities is only done in the nearest small town, and the minimum demand for modern technology is maintained. Birth, old age, sickness and death are like leaves on the same tree, which eventually return to the soil next to the roots. This is the tradition of this village - a person's life is like a small bug that lives and dies, and it just repeats itself in the long river of time Just a little rhyme."

"But one day, in the woods, a girl from the village picked up a Walkman full of music left by a climber who came nearby..."

"I see." The editor-in-chief nodded, "An ordinary girl trapped in a mountain village by the traditions of life passed down from generation to generation by her ancestors, is she starting to yearn for the outside world through the Walkman she picked up?"

"Yeah, because I like music." Said my younger self.

Hearing this, the editor-in-chief showed an expectant smile on his face: "What happened after that?"

"The girl listens to the Walkman repeatedly in her daily life in the mountain village, whether it is at home or in the school in the village. Every song brings her a small surprise and the way of life of herself and the villagers around her. Think differently. The outside world may be beautiful, or it may be scary, which makes the girl feel confused and curious."

My young self danced and said that he didn't look like a person in his 30s who had a successful career, "but the power of the Walkman is decreasing a little bit. Even if the girl is only willing to listen to it for two or three minutes a day, the power of the Walkman Also exhausted."

"After that, the girl finally realized what she yearned for, not repeating the same rhythm like other villagers, but new music. The girl who didn't have a charger put away her unusable Walkman, and decided to Leave the mountain village and go to the metropolis.——It ends here!"

After the young self finished speaking, he stared nervously at the editor-in-chief's expression: "How is it?"

"It's a great pure literary subject." The editor affirmed with a smile.

"Really? Then I will start writing according to this idea! Ah, but if I have a better idea, I may write something else first! When the chief editor sees the original manuscript, don't be surprised."

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Yamada, as long as you show me what you wrote, it doesn't matter what you write."

The editor-in-chief looked at his young self seriously: "I always knew that you are a writer, and you will definitely be able to write shocking works in the future!"

"Eh? Really?" My young self rubbed the back of his head embarrassingly, "Obviously I haven't written anything yet..."

"Well, it must be true." The editor-in-chief said, "Because Mr. Yamada is a genius!"

……

At that time, I depended on the editor-in-chief just like a baby bird depends on its mother bird.

Xiao Shanjia also suddenly came back to his senses.He looked at Hualichun in front of him, and an extremely absurd guess suddenly appeared in his mind.

Although there is a 20-year age difference, the girl's face in front of her eyes seems somewhat similar to the editor-in-chief in her memory.He subconsciously asked, "Miss Huali, are you..."

"Huh?" Hualichun raised her head upon hearing the words, and asked puzzledly, "What am I?"

"...No, nothing."

Koyama Kaya finally lowered his eyes and let out a breath.

Whether it is or not is irrelevant.The girl in front of me is not the editor-in-chief back then.Even though she was the daughter of the editor-in-chief, she already belonged to other writers.

And now I have a new editor that I agree with.

As Hualichun said just now, there is more than one way to become a good writer.And now, he is walking on his own path.

Just when Xiaoshan Jiaye was lost in thought, Hualichun suddenly said: "Ah, yes, Teacher Xiaoshan."

Xiaoshan Jia also suddenly withdrew his thoughts, and looked at Hualichun with some puzzlement.Then, he saw the girl speak with a serious expression.

"In the future, if you still feel unworthy or want to close your pen, it's okay to come to me."

Hua Lichun said: "This has nothing to do with which publishing house you publish the article in. It's just a person who wants to support more literary works. As long as you come, I will find a way to let you continue to write. of."

Xiao Shanjia was also silent for a moment.

"I'm not going to you," he said. "I have my own editor."

Hearing this, Hualichun smiled: "...That's true."

***

When leaving Kaya Koyama's villa, Hualichun was still thinking about the Bailang Club.

Koyama Kaya himself is a writer of Bailang Club, and his editor, Aoyama Chieko, also had a relationship with Hualichun.The information obtained from Kaya Koyama should be true.

The Bailang Club really began to pay attention to the Hoshino Club.

Thinking of this, Huali Chun's heart welled up with emotion.

Once upon a time, the magazine sales of just a small bookstore were enough to worry her.The original "Monthly Literature" eventually lost out to "Literary Times" in Sanxianya's sales.

At that time, Gongqianjian told her not to indulge in winning or losing that was over.Because the Bailang Club didn't pay attention to the ranking of a small camp like Sanxianya at all, and it didn't regard the small Hoshino Club as a competitor at all.

But now, everything is different.

It has only been about half a year since then.