Write well, don't fight

"Please let me stay here."

The girl and the man wearing the samurai/knife looked at each other for a long time, then suddenly made a sound.

"What!" Atsushi Nakajima was so frightened that he almost fell off the sofa.

"I can do anything as long as it keeps me here."

Atsushi Nakajima showed a hesitant look on his face, this is impossible, things cannot be so simple.

"Impossible." Kunikida clasped his hands together, his voice serious, "It's not because you're an ex-mafia, and it's not because there's nothing for you to do, but it's impossible."

"It's not some innocent world."

"That's right..." Atsushi Nakajima urgently dissuaded, "If you stay here, you will be discovered by the Mafia sooner or later. It's better to hide in a place far away..."

But his consolation was interrupted by the girl's calm words: "That man said..."

"I am nothing but killing people, but I want to prove a different self."

Atsushi Nakajima clenched his fist slightly, then stood up abruptly, and bowed to the middle-aged man in samurai uniform: "I beg you too!"

There was silence in the club, and Atsushi Nakajima raised his eyes slightly, carefully observing the president's face.

"Good day! Why are you all gathered together!"

A crisp female voice came, and the girl wearing a warm red scarf as always approached with something in her hands, looking at everyone suspiciously.

"Wow! What a cute little girl!"

Wei Xia opened his eyes wide, walked up to the little girl in kimono, squatted down, and stared into those eyes: "What's your name?"

Ever since she entered the Mafia, Quan Jinghua had never seen such pure joyful eyes without any malice. She was fascinated by the gentle smile on the corner of the girl's mouth, and whispered: "Quan Jinghua."

Wait... Atsushi Nakajima put down his hand that was about to stop him. He looked at the familiar eagerness in the girl's eyes, remembered his numb wrist, and knelt down covering his face.

Sorry Kyoka...I can't stop Miss Weisha...

Quan Jinghua stared blankly at the warmth in the girl's pupils that was like the morning sun, like a candle that suddenly bloomed in the dark night. Her hand was held by the girl, and she shook it excitedly.

"My God! Izumi Kyoka! Mr. Izumi Kyoka, who created Japan's "conceptual literature" and enriched Japanese literature with the concept of beauty and romanticism! I don't know why you are now a girl, but your style of writing Romantic and strange, you are known as the pioneer of fantasy literature! How many writers have entered the literary world under your influence!!!”

Wei Xia put the girl's hands on his heart, closed his eyes and chanted affectionately.

"In the small town where I live, there is a slender path that winds and slopes upwards from east to west. There are only some elegant houses on both sides of the path. They are located in the best part of the city. One end is connected to the avenue and the other end is a dead end. There are very few There are many people coming and going. From morning to dusk, I don’t see a rickshaw or a cart passing by. Beautiful wives and concubines, wealthy widows, well-behaved girls, etc., spend every day safely in such a dream.”

"The text of "Yasha Pond" is full of imagination between the yang world and the underworld, dawn and darkness, men and women, and wanders in the gray area on the edge of the two. It is not only legendary, mysterious and romantic, but also Japanese. The elegant diction style of classical literature, combined with European-style writing skills, is classical and romantic, and pursues the eternal beauty of women! It really fascinates me!!!”

The boundless night was torn open by the sun, so my heart was full of light.Quan Jinghua stood there blankly, with many thoughts in her heart.

Ah... so it turns out that I am not good for anything but killing people!The brilliance of literature illuminates the confused life. This supreme literature is the way for me to prove myself all my life!I want to write a book! ! !I want to prove my worth with literature! ! !

Familiar dancing on the paper, the pen is flying dragons and snakes, Atsushi Nakajima silently watched the little girl grab the pen and dance wildly on the paper, then turned to glance at the president secretly.

Very good... still expressionless, but his face seems a little stiff...

"Sorry for disturbing you!"

Two policemen in police uniforms opened the door and saluted everyone.

The police department with a scar on his face swept his eyes and saw Quan Jinghua who was writing vigorously. He narrowed his eyes and walked over there.

"Is this little girl from here?"

As he spoke, he sized him up carefully: "I feel very similar to the girl on the arrest warrant I just received. What used to be an orphan is now a cruel killer. The world is cold..."

"Little sister, where are your parents? Do you have any documents that can prove your identity card?" The police department reached out to Quan Jinghua, who was writing all the time, but was ignored by the other party as it should be, and his face gradually sank, "Hey, I Say this little girl..."

Atsushi Nakajima screamed that it was not good, and was about to start talking nonsense, Weixia who was still holding Izumi Kyoka's hand just now stood with his hands on his hips in front of Izumi Kyoka and the police department.

"you!"

The police department looked serious, while Wei Xia looked angry: "Do you know who she is?"

"who is she?"

"Humph! Inheriting the tradition of Japanese literature and injecting new life into it, with unique rhetoric and warm context, creatively depicts the illusory beauty that has never been seen in traditional culture, allowing readers to appreciate the flow in the depths of the work. Mr. Izumi Kyoka, the beauty of Japanese classics! Mr. Izumi Kyoka, the pioneer of modern Japanese literature! Mr. Izumi Kyoka, who is known as the "Palace of Japanese Literature and Art"!"

"How dare you interrupt your writing time, which is more precious than gold, because of this kind of thing?!"

The tone rose sharply, and Wei Xia angrily pointed at the white-haired boy with his mouth open and surprised: "Do you know who he is? That's Mr. Atsushi Nakajima, the author of "Mountain and Moon"! Do you know how he is?" Are you evaluating Mr. Izumi Jinghua?!"

Atsushi Nakajima: ...What's wrong with me?

The girl's eyes seemed to burst into flames, and Wei Xia said every word, sonorously: "Mr. Atsushi Nakajima wrote in his essay 'If you were born Japanese or understood Japanese but didn't read Izumi Kyoka's works, This is tantamount to abandoning the privilege of being Japanese!"

"You are not Japanese anymore! Are you worthy of your Chinese teacher! Are you worthy of Japanese literature!"

Police Department: ...

Detective agency: ...

Atsushi Nakajima: ...cover your face...

Wei Xia didn’t seem to think it was enough, and brought out another heavyweight: “Do you know Mr. Akutagawa Ryunosuke who dominated the show with “Rashomon” a few days ago! Do you know how he commented on Mr. Izumi’s works? !"

The loud voice seems to overturn the ceiling: "The style of writing is both gorgeous and antiquity, which can almost be said to be the highest expression that Japanese can achieve. It has opened up a romantic avenue for Meiji Taisho literature and art. The richness is better than the rain in Wushan, The heroism is better than the scenery of Yishui."

"Mr. Izumi Kyoka, who is admired by many writers, is a treasure of Japanese literature! What right do you have to yell at others!"

"Are you going to be the sinner who hinders the rise of Yokohama literature!!!"

Atsushi Nakajima silently glanced at the Mr. Police Department with the scar on his face. Fortunately, both of them were dumbfounded by the girl's yelling...

"You...you can't represent her..."

Police department, have you really become stupid... Atsushi Nakajima raised his forehead silently, although he himself can't remember and doesn't believe that Akutagawa really commented on Kyoka like this, what a mess!

But right now it was obvious that he could be fooled, so he nodded with a serious face when the police department's eyes shifted over.

A Dun, you've learned badly... Everyone in the detective agency exchanged glances.

To do extraordinary things in extraordinary times... Atsushi Nakajima said calmly.

Wei Xia puffed up his chest, proudly shining the plaque in his hand: "Of course, Dangdang Dangdang! This is a title specially approved by the government's cultural/department!"

The five characters of "armed editorial department" hurt the eyes of the police department.

It also hurt the eyes of the detective agency...

The girl slapped her chest under everyone's sluggish eyes: "I, Yun Weixia, as the ace editor of the armed editorial department, was born as a member of the editorial department and died as a ghost of the editorial department! Anyone who wants to mess with my literary heroes !Guys who want to despise the dignity of our editorial office!"

"Get ready to turn into a corpse for me!!!"

The author has something to say:

Wei Xia clenched his fists excitedly: Anyone who dares to touch Mr. Wen Hao can only climb over my corpse!I have registered for Wenhao Forum, even if one Wei Xia falls down, thousands of Wei Xia will stand up!Yokohama Literary World will be protected by us! ! !

Police Department: ...If you can't provoke us, let's go...