I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 238 Suffering

So, is this the origin of the title "The Passion"?

Everyone has the habit of coming to get ahold of Xiaoyuan Yishu's manuscripts as soon as possible. When they see the name, their minds instinctively recall what Oshima Kazuya has been doing during this period.

They also often go to Boss Ito, and after knowing what happened to Boss Ito, they are eager to seek justice for this good man, Boss Ito.

However, as time went by, the truth of the matter gradually surfaced, and it became difficult for everyone to make a decent conclusion between the two sufferers because they both claimed to be good people.

They fell silent again, not quite sure what to do next to spread their cheap justice, so they all remained silent.

Of course, this is not to condemn them, this is the norm.

After all, the noise in this world has always been caused by people who dare to speak out, although there are good and bad people among them.

The bad ones are called troublemakers, and the good ones might be called heroes.

Suffering is like the golden hoop that Guanyin Bodhisattva put on the monkey's head. Xiaoyuan Yishu put it on the heads of all Japanese people. It seems that the purpose of his writing such a book is to give the Japanese a heavy blow of equality of all beings.

No matter what class or identity one belongs to, one cannot escape the truth of suffering.

It is completely different from his previous works. It may be that he was indignant about this cruel world or that he had a lot of depression in his heart that he couldn't vent. His pen was particularly sharp, and it went straight into the hearts of all those who saw the text without any bends.

What gushed out was not blood, but fear from deep within the heart.

No one in the office spoke, but of course everyone in the office gathered around Oshima Kazuya, trying their best to focus their eyes on the text.

It was very quiet, with only the rustling sound of turning pages. By the time they came to their senses, their necks were already extremely sore.

I caught a glimpse of the wall clock in the corner and realized that I had been delayed for so long. When I turned around, I saw Kitajima Koma sitting on the bench outside the reception room, drinking water from a cup.

Everyone came forward to greet him and expressed their apologies.

Of course, they actually wanted to praise Teacher Xiaoyuan, but after thinking for a long time, they didn't know what to say, so they all praised him and said that they were very honored to read Teacher Xiaoyuan's new book, and then left embarrassedly.

Everyone returned to their seats, but they all looked very lonely.

Xiaoyuan Yishu's books are like this. He seems to have a kind of paranoia that likes to stimulate negative emotions. Under his writing, life becomes a very painful thing. Being able to be alive is not a feeling of luck, but rather a feeling of pain, worrying about why the end of life has not yet appeared.

Even the lady in charge of reception had a sad look on her face. She remembered what had happened to her before. After adding water to the horse, she stood in the corner and sighed about her previous misfortunes.

Oshima Kazuya smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher Kitajima, your words have directly dragged down all of our emotions. Even though the sun is shining brightly outside, why do I feel like it's a rainy day in the office?"

"I don't think there is a very specific name in the text?"

Kazuya Oshima recalled his previous works. Even if it was written in the first person, there would be a name to represent the protagonist, which meant it was a novel.

But right now the work looks very autobiographical.

"It could be that poor gentleman, or it could be me."

Ju knew very well what had happened to the child, after all, it was something he had encountered before.

"Yes, I know." Mr. Oshima nodded gently, then he raised the manuscript in his hand. He thought of a question: "Logically speaking, the next work to be published must have a certain topic, in order to win an award, so..."

He thought for a while and felt that good works should be published. Of course, writing should be more pure. So he turned around and walked towards the office of Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi with the manuscript.

Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi looked at Oshima Kazuya with a puzzled look on his face: "Why don't you take it out?"

"This article doesn't have the qualities to win an award, but I think good works shouldn't be buried." Oshima Kazuya was ready to argue, but Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi's eyes hidden behind the lenses clearly revealed a smile.

"Every work of Xiaoyuan Yishu is excellent, and the purpose of writing is always pure. I don't think that we should write deliberately for the sake of winning awards. That is not his original intention, nor is it our original intention.

I want to push Xiaoyuan Yishu to win more awards, but I think the best literature does not need awards to prove it, but readers, and even everyone who is influenced by literature. "

Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi glanced at the word "suffering". He was silent for a moment and then said, "Go through the usual procedure and send it to the proofreading department. But you reminded me of the award. I hope he will attend a meeting next week. The meeting will decide on the works nominated for the Nobel Prize this year.

I think, based on Koin Yishu's previous works, it's hard to say whether he will win the Nobel Prize, but he should be able to win one.

We will talk about the specific situation after the nominations are entered."

Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi spoke calmly, but when Oshima Kazuya heard it, he was so excited that it seemed as if he was trembling all over. However, since Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi didn't say anything, he didn't know how to say much.

This book "The Passion" was successfully sent to the proofreading department. Xinchao has always given priority to Xiaoyuan Yishu's books. Of course, because Xiaoyuan's books have been read, the enthusiasm of the people in Xinchao is very high.

After going through several processes, Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi sent us his evaluation of the book, hoping that it could be used as a promotional slogan.

Everyone leaned over and asked:

As a writer who likes to use "I" as the protagonist, each "I" in the novel makes a sound in his own way, whether it is roaring, shouting, groaning, or whispering. In this book, the sound of this "I" is not deafening, but more of a low voice, as if it is a plain narration. This sound floats all the way from the canyon forest of his hometown, filling the bright and dark air of the city, rising between the unknown hope and fear of the future, and landing in the solid and turbulent historical memory underground.

Because whether the future is a mirror image of the past is entirely determined by the lens of the present. The loss of being unable to return to the past pushes people from the certain present to the unpredictable future. This is what the "I" in the novel encounters, and it is also what millions of us in the real world may or are encountering.

In this gap between life and death, it is time to think about my meaning. After all, life and death are the best bows to pull the strings of life. Just as I am reading this book, now, I feel that I am listening to this music, suffering, with my heart's ears. (End of this chapter)