Writer saves the world

"I don't like this story," Akutagawa Ryunosuke said.

He was on the second floor of Naruto, and was dragged by Nakahara Chuya to participate in their irregular reading club.Participants at the meeting included Nakahara Chuya, Oda Sakunosuke, and Edogawa Ranpo who was chewing vinegar kelp with a face full of reluctance.

Edogawa Rampo doesn't really want to come, since the last time he met Oda Sakunosuke and the others, he hasn't even written a better article in such a long time-he has no interest in writing at all, writing about human beings Observing the diary is as difficult as squeezing toothpaste. He even changed Chinese characters into pseudonyms to make up the number of words. Because Fukuzawa Yukichi beat him back and rewritten too many times, at this moment he is as tired of studying as every scumbag serious.

Even so, Nakahara also took out several newly written long poems and short sentences and read them to them. Each of them sounds very good. When it is only a few months older than Edogawa Ranpo, it is the same age when rounded. Sakunosuke Oda has already published an article in a magazine—even if it is a magazine run by Teimaki Futaba himself—when he finds that the gap is opened up by his friends and only he looks like a fool, even Nakahara Chuya has angel power A full set of stickers can't save Edogawa Ranpo's bad mood.

Because he was in a bad mood, Ranpo Edogawa didn't pay much attention to Ryunosuke Akutagawa and Gin Akutagawa, who were newly joined in the study club. These two little ghosts from the slums should be part-time workers recruited by Fukuzawa Yukichi entrusted by Fukuzawa Tingming The cub, who can't read a lot of words and has never studied, always has a feeling that if he is proud of being better than them, he will really be hopeless.

Ah... so annoying.

Edogawa Ranpo's small emotions can be noticed by anyone with a little observation ability, and Oda Sakunosuke, who has studied "Social Law of the Monkey City" in depth, will naturally not fail to see it.But Sakunosuke Oda looked at Nakahara Nakahara who was still happily reading "Zenzai" to everyone on the left, and looked at Ryunosuke Akutagawa who was so nervous that his face was stern and refused to show timidity, but his brain was no longer working...

He suddenly wanted to go downstairs to join Erye Tingming and Fukuzawa Yukichi's tea party for middle-aged and elderly people.

"Chuya." Oda Sakunosuke sighed inwardly, stopped Nakahara Chuya from reading aloud the embarrassment of his debut work, and suggested, "The article I wrote earlier was also very good, you can read it to Ryunosuke article."

If he remembers correctly, the previous article of "Zenzai" should be "Yam Porridge", and [Akutagawa Ryunosuke], which has the same name as Akutagawa Ryunosuke, successfully diverted Nakahara Chuya's attention with the exact same name.

"It's the same as Ryunosuke!" Nakahara sighed in the tone of discovering the new world, "Look! He's also called Akutagawa Ryunosuke!"

"I know." Edogawa said in a random way. As soon as the words came out, he felt something strange. For a moment, he had a strange double image phenomenon when he saw things. He sat upright suddenly, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Rubbing his eyes, he put on his eyes and looked around carefully. The double image just now was his illusion, and his vision was still clear.

So the only explanation is that he is not acclimatized in this store.

Edogawa curled his lips in a random way, put down the new one, and while unpacking a delicious bar to suppress his shock, he mocked Nakahara Chuya's fuss vaguely, "It's just the same name, and it's not the same person."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke also said: "The next is the next, [Akutagawa Ryunosuke] is [Akutagawa Ryunosuke]."

They acted as if it was a common thing to have the same name as a writer, and they didn't mean to connect the two Ryunosuke Akutagawa in the slightest. The special complex that arises is extremely strange.

Zhong Yuanzhong also puffed up his cheeks, "But——"

You don’t think that having the same name as a writer is very powerful...

He wanted to argue a few more words, but Oda Sakunosuke had already opened his mouth to smooth things over.

After this period of observation, Oda Sakunosuke has almost figured out how Futaba Tingming's little trick of blinding perception works-if you don't point it out, then the phenomenon of the same name will never be noticed by others, even the person with the same name himself is also like this.

You can see that they have been facing this magazine for so long, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't realize that the writer on the cover has the same name as himself.

And if the same name is specifically pointed out, the only ones who can do this should be him, Nakahara Chuya, and Erye Tingming himself, although people who hear it will realize that the writer has the same name as the people around him/himself. But it will very naturally draw an insurmountable gap between the two people, and there will be no half association.

It's like a stranger's name, which happens to sound so familiar, but it's just a stranger's name after all.

However, it was a bit difficult for Nakahara to explain this kind of thing. He couldn't understand the cause and effect himself. Oda Sakunosuke tried to organize the wording and then gave up.Anyway, Futaba Tingming said that he can figure it out by himself when Nakahara Chuya grows up a bit, and Oda Sakunosuke gave up without any psychological pressure.

With the exercise of a few cubs at home and Futaba Tingming, Oda Sakunosuke's skills in changing topics and smoothing things out have improved a lot. With a few words, he went along with Chuya Nakahara and asked him to read "Yam Porridge" to everyone .

There is no need to repeat the content of this story. After reading the story, Ryunosuke Akutagawa spoke at the beginning.

His words made Nakahara Nakaya's eyes wide open. Such a decisive and fierce denial of the writer of the same name undoubtedly shocked the cub who regarded the poet Nakahara Nakaya as the goal of his efforts.

"Why?" Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help asking.

On the contrary, Akutagawa Ryunosuke was stumped by his question. His life experience and literary literacy were not enough to support him to understand the emotions in his heart and express them clearly in words, so Akutagawa Ryunosuke thought hard with a small face. After a long while, he replied forcefully: "I-I just don't like it."

Like it or not, what else can you say?Akutagawa Ryunosuke couldn't figure it out.

He just doesn't like this kind of story, he doesn't like the description of the protagonist, and he doesn't like the description that is cold and sharp as if he is mocking something.All of this reminded him of himself who lived like a wild dog in the slums not long ago, and those "good-hearted people" outside looked at him and Xiao Yin with pity and contempt, cold eyes from above.

After thinking about it seriously, Akutagawa Ryunosuke became more certain of his opinion, and repeated his words to Nakahara Nakaya, "I don't like this story."

After getting along for this period of time, Zhong Yuanzhong also knew his stubborn and paranoid character, but he was shocked when he stared at him. "Okay, okay..." Nakahara Chuya said, turning his eyes to Oda Sakunosuke for help.

Oda Sakunosuke wanted to go downstairs even more. He felt that Fukuzawa Yukichi was abducted by Fukuzawa Yukichi to drink tea so quickly because he had foreseen such a scene, so he threw the cauldron to adjust the conflict between the cubs on his head.

Obviously his personality is not like this.

Oda Sakunosuke said: "It doesn't matter whether you like it or not. Literary aesthetics are inherently subjective." He stroked Akutagawa Ryunosuke's hair comfortingly, and then patted Nakahara Chuya's shoulder, making the cubs on the left and right all feel happy. Lean over.

"Whether you like it or not, it must be because of what you feel in the story—just like this, I think it is enough for the author."

Oda Sakunosuke glanced at Edogawa Ranpo as he spoke. He didn't feel the slightest bit after listening to the story, so he unpacked snacks and ate snacks on his own. No matter how much he understood the story, there was a pile of hills on the table. Same bag.

Oda Sakunosuke put himself into the author's state of mind. Compared with Akutagawa Ryunosuke's outspoken dislike, Edogawa Ranpo's lack of interest and yawning performance hit the writer even more.

If anyone read his reaction like this...

Oda Sakunosuke knew there would definitely be one. Although he thought "Zenzai" was a good work, to be honest, it was only good.

So he tried to imagine that scene—if he saw it, he might cry on the spot.

Oda Sakunosuke thought, Ranpo Edogawa was biting a gummy candy to see his expression, the lack of change in the expression on the former killer's face would not affect Ranpo Edogawa to guess what he was thinking, as long as he was not facing Futaba Tei Naruto and Nakahara Chuya are super-standard objects, and Edogawa Ranpo can still read some reference answers.

Has this guy been so glassy before?Edogawa ranpo bit off the gummy candy in his mouth, and stopped playing with the long candy bar childishly.

"Chuya, read this guy Oda's article to Ranpo-sama!" Edogawa Ranpo said loudly, "For a guy as boring as Oda, his writing must be very boring!"

Zhong also became angry at what he said, and retorted: "Oda's story is super interesting! What you wrote is not interesting! Ranpo's writing is super bad! The most interesting!"

It's not that he has never read Edogawa Ranpo's "masterpiece", which is called a clear thinking and chaotic logic. The thoughts and behaviors of every character appearing in the scene are strange and unreasonable, which makes people rack their brains to understand the story. When I talked about something, I felt that Ranpo Edogawa was writing in a circle, and he and the readers couldn't find their way around.

In the fog, I don't know what to say.

Even Erye Tingming can still laugh and say that this is a bit of "deconstructionism", and what is "experimental" or "non-linear narrative"-Nakahara also dares to bet on his three-day snacks, just Edo Chuan Luanpo's reaction of nodding and nodding at that time absolutely didn't understand a single word.

As if to prove how well Oda Sakunosuke wrote, Nakahara turned the magazine to the "Zenzai" page, cleared his throat, raised his head, stood up and read aloud to Edogawa Ranpo.

Hearing the ups and downs and expressive voice, Oda Sakunosuke wanted to cover his face and get under the table.

At this moment, he probably resonated with those transcendents who were forced to share their works with each other—this is some kind of public execution at the level of social death.

The reason why there are a few instead of seven is naturally because some people don’t mind others reading their articles to pry into their own hearts, and think that their writing is very good, so they happily consider whether they want to become professional writers after the war is over earn a living.

Yes, it was Oscar Wilde.

This man is enjoying a short break between work, which he has only recently won through strike resistance, and can get a little relaxation from the painting hell of more than twelve hours a day.

Of course, it is to drink a cup of tea and read the books and news clippings that have been selected and sent, or to listen to music and close your eyes for a while. For safety reasons, he can’t even get close to the window, and he can’t enjoy the out-of-season blooming outside the window. roses.

To be reasonable, I don't want him to see that from the very beginning, don't waste manpower and material resources to build a rose field that blooms all year round. It's not good to do something with that money, so that he doesn't enjoy any benefits, and he has to carry extravagance. The bad character design, sometimes when I draw pictures for my colleagues, I will be said.

It's annoying.

When Wilde was a teenager, he was very troubled by this kind of thing for a while, and he proposed to cut expenses and other suggestions. He didn't mind moving to the dormitory, and he could also enhance his relationship with his colleagues.

However, this suggestion was not adopted as a matter of course, and it also made his colleagues less willing to talk to him. When painting, the two of them were relatively silent for more than ten hours...

Forget it.

Wilde casually wiped away the bad memories in his head, took a sip of tea under the eyes of seven or eight surveillance cameras, and picked up the newspaper clippings on the table to see if there was any interesting news.

He doesn't have many entertainment activities, and he only reads newspaper clippings. Occasionally, he can see the news that someone's big dog has given birth to nine puppies, accompanied by cute photos.

But today Wilde found something more interesting under the newspaper clippings—a magazine that somehow got in front of his eyes, all in English, and the names on the cover read Japanese names. When he opened the catalog, he still saw To the French, Germans, and British (and possibly American) names.

And not to mention anything else, usually just seeing the title of the magazine "Zhengming", this magazine should be thrown into the trash can by the security guards at the door.

The newspaper clippings, magazines and books sent to Wilde had to be checked at least three times, which is not something that can be explained by the carelessness of the guards.

Wilde's expression remained the same, he was still bored looking around to pass the time, but his heart was already full of excitement with curiosity.

Let him take a look at this magazine that has gone to great lengths to trick the guards into sending it to him, what a good Densey it is.

……

Erye Tingming: I didn't try my best, and I didn't target you. I just wrote two strokes on the main body and cast a wide net to potential readers all over the world.

The consumption is too large, and I feel that I am on the verge of starving to death.

So it is not too much to look forward to the future in which a small beet can produce hundreds of articles per capita.

Short stories are fine, and poems are fine too, as long as they are delicious Erye Tingming doesn't pick literary genres.