Tokyo Literary Godfather

That night, the tenth episode of "The Long Vacation" was broadcast.

Ohno Nagaharu originally planned to invite friends to go drinking. There was a particularly cute girl. Ohno Nagaharu had been in contact with her for nearly a month. If nothing else happened, he would be able to successfully hit base tonight.

But I didn't expect that the girl would go home after eight o'clock, saying that she wanted to go back and watch "The Long Vacation".

Ohno Nagaharu was a little depressed, so he bought a large bag of beer and went home. He also turned on the TV and watched while drinking.

Soon, the episode ended.

Ohno Nagaharu threw the empty beer can out as if to vent his anger, and hit the TV with a crisp sound.

"It's so boring...life..."

Ohno Nagaharu suddenly said such a sentence, and after finishing speaking, he lay down on the floor.

He fell asleep for a while under the influence of alcohol, and woke up after a while. He thought it was three o'clock in the middle of the night. He was not drunk at all and couldn't fall asleep. He looked at the dark night sky outside the window and suddenly wanted to go out for a walk.

Ono Nagaharu walked out of the room and wandered through the streets of Tokyo. There were still scattered passers-by on the road, wandering drunkenly.

"Japan needs reform, it needs to change from bottom to top! It's not about relying on a big country, it's about finding its own way!"

Vaguely, Ono Nagaharu heard a voice, so he turned around and saw a man in a gray suit standing on the street, speaking passionately to the empty road.

Ohno Nagaharu walked over, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He put it in his pocket with one hand and puffed out the cigarette with the other hand.

"Since 1991, Japan's economy has begun to decline, but this is just the beginning...the economic environment will become increasingly worse...the citizens...should be...ample...prepared... "

The man giving the speech suddenly became tongue-tied, and his eyes looked at Ohno Nagaharu who was standing aside intentionally or unintentionally.

"Japan's way out...is not in the United States...in the eyes of Americans...we are domestic animals..."

The man looked extremely nervous. Ohno Nagaharu looked at him strangely. Didn't he speak quite well just now? Why can't I even speak suddenly?

The man's face turned a little red, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he gradually looked like he couldn't even breathe.

Ohno Nagaharu walked over in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." The man looked at the cigarette in Ono Nagaji's mouth, swallowed, and asked, "Sir, can you give me a cigarette?"

Ohno Nagaharu took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette from it, handed it to the other party, and helped the other party light the fire. The two stood on the street and started smoking. Between the two firelights, white mist gathered in the night.

"I think what you said is quite good, why don't you continue?"

"I...I'll get nervous if there are too many people."

"There are many people?" Ohno Nagaharu looked back and saw that he was the only one around. He suddenly got goosebumps all over his body. "What are you talking about? Is there anyone else here? Isn't it just me?"

"One person is already a lot to me." The man sighed, "When I give a speech, I get so nervous when I see other people that I can't speak."

"Master, what do you do?"

"Oh." The man took out his business card and handed it to Ohno Nagaharu, "I hope you will support me and vote for me. I am a member of the Fair Progress Party and I am running for parliament recently. Our party will definitely lead Japan to glory."

I have never heard of such a pheasant party... Ono Nagaharu sneered. He took the other party's business card and almost laughed out loud after taking a look at it.

I saw my name written in the center of the other party's business card, and above the name were three bold characters: Politician.

But he suddenly thought of someone, so he suppressed his smile.

Didn't that guy call himself a writer back then when he was broke?

"Speeches should be given during the day. Where will there be people at night?" Ohno Nagaharu said as he stuffed his business card into his pocket.

"If there are too many people, I will be so nervous that I can't speak. That's why I thought of practicing on the streets at night." The man said with a frown.

"Then how can you win votes like this? As a person who is so nervous that he can't even speak in front of the people, how can the people believe your campaign promises?" Ohno Nagaharu smiled, "Can you be considered a politician like this?"

The man lowered his head in shame: "I know this is outrageous, so I stay up every night to practice. I hope that one day I can express my political opinions naturally and fluently in front of everyone."

"What is your claim?"

"My idea is... let Japan... get rid of... the United States..."

"Forget it, forget it." Ohno Nagaharu waved his hand impatiently, "You are not suitable to be a politician at all. Even if it is a ridiculous lie, you must be able to tell it without changing your face. This is the basic quality of a politician. , How can you be a politician like this?"

"People don't need lies."

"The people don't need the truth." Ohno Nagaharu sneered, "Maybe you don't have the talent to be a politician at all. If you continue like this, you will just waste your years. Now that the economy is not good, I advise you to find another way to find a suitable job. I work to support my life. My bookstore is near Ueno Park, called Ohno Bookstore. Before you find a formal job, you can come to my bookstore as a librarian. I don’t know if you know one thing, librarian, It’s a very promising career.”

Ono Changji took a puff of cigarette, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground casually, but felt that this was not civilized, so he picked up the cigarette butt again and stuffed it into the sewer.

Fortunately, the cigarette butts did not ignite the methane in the sewer. Ono Nagaji stood up and was about to leave.

"I will definitely become a member of parliament! If one year fails, then two years! If two years fail, then four years!" Looking at the back of Ohno Nagaji, the man in the gray suit suddenly roared.

"If the people in Tokyo don't agree with my idea, I'll go all over Kanto; if the people in Kanto don't agree with my idea, I'll go to Osaka; Kansai!”

"I am bankrupt because incompetent politicians made wrong decisions, so I must become a politician to save this society!"

"My ideal will never die!"

Ono Nagaji covered his ears, the man roared at the top of his lungs, but he only felt that the other party was noisy.

But what this man said just now felt familiar to him, as if he had heard it somewhere.

The sky was already bright at this moment, and Ono Changzhi didn't bother to go home, so he went directly to Ono Bookstore, took out the key from his pocket, opened the rolling gate, turned on all the lights in the store, and sat alone in front of the counter bored.

A huge feeling of emptiness surrounded him.

He seemed to want to do something, but didn't know what to do at this time.

"My ideal will never die!"

The man's roar just now seemed to ring in Ohno Changzhi's ears again. He was stunned and looked at the bookshelf not far away. Suddenly, he could see a young figure arranging books in front of the bookcase.

A conversation from a year ago appeared in his mind.

"Fujiwara-kun, how many publishing houses have you worked for now?"

"Three families."

"Are you really going to ask each family?"

"Of course, there are so many publishing houses in Tokyo, I will go to each one. If the first time is not enough, I will go twice. If the Tokyo publishing house has no vision, I will go all over Kanto. I heard that Gunma also has one. A good publishing house. If Kanto doesn’t work, I’ll go to Kansai. Osaka’s cultural industry should not be underestimated. If the whole of Japan doesn’t want to see me, I’ll consider writing a second book and repeat the above process again .”

Excluding the social weirdo he met on the street today, Ono Nagaharu knew three people who were extremely persistent in their dreams.

The first one is Kei Fujiwara, but this guy is really talented. He realized his dream and became a well-known writer and screenwriter.

The second one is Aoi Kono. She followed her on a difficult road, but this road was also chosen by herself. She wanted to become an actor, and now she is walking on the road of acting more and more smoothly. .

As for the third one...

Ohno Nagaharu slowly turned his head and looked at a mirror not far away, and what appeared in the mirror was himself with a look of decadence on his face.

I was hurt by alcohol and sex... From today on, I will stop drinking!

Ohno Nagaharu stood up suddenly and ran out of the bookstore like crazy, mumbling something as he ran.

"My ideal will never die...my ideal will never die..."

He ran all the way home, dove into his room, and dragged a heavy, dust-covered wooden box from under the bed.

Nagaji Ohno opened the wooden box, which contained his camera and countless films.

Ono Changji looked at the things inside, and the scenes in his memory flashed in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern.

I think I was fascinated by the wonderful world on the big screen when I first watched a movie.

I think I was touched by the plot in the movie theater for the first time when I lost my love, and I cried bitterly.

When I got the first camera in my life, I couldn't put it down.

I remember when I was shooting the first movie in my life, I was under the scorching sun, just to shoot the picture I wanted.

Think back to the beginning...

Ohno Choji's eyes felt hot, and a tear fell down.

"Yes, my dream will never die." Ono Nagaji murmured, tears bursting out like a bank bursting.