Sitting cross-legged in front of the low square table, Takeshita Grass Mustard, crossed his hands on his chest, drooping his head, facing the blank page of the word that clicked on, he was thinking, what should be written? Thinking about it, thinking about it, he couldn't help but think of the beautiful night he spent with Beichuan's mother and daughter.

The palms of both hands were moderately strong, and he patted the bamboo mustard on his cheeks, and retracted his mind to seriously engage in his own work of copying the public. Even if it's not original, just silent, you have to have a professional professionalism. After thinking about it, he finally made up his mind, put his hands on the keyboard of his laptop, and typed out the words "in the bamboo forest".

Devoted himself wholeheartedly, it didn't take much time for Takeshita Kusaoke, and he wrote out this masterpiece of Akutagawa Ryunosuke's short story verbatim. Although he prefers "Rashomon", he knows better than anyone that "In the Bamboo Forest" is a classic of Japanese short stories that can be completely comparable to "Rashomon". The latter should have been published in 1915, ten years after the former, and a full century ago in this parallel world.

Habitually and carefully checked it three times, and found no typos in it that needed to be corrected, Takeshita Kusakei first saved it, and then sent it by e-mail to Chie Sakai, the editor of the Literary Spring and Autumn Publishing House. I feel that it is done, and he is waiting for the day to collect the manuscript fee from there, and he is not as urgent about money as in the past, after all, he has food in his hands, and he is not panicked.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who stood up, made three circles on the left and three circles on the right, twisted his arms, and twisted his buttocks...... After about a quarter of an hour of exercise, he sat cross-legged back down at the low square table. Noticing that a new email had been sent to him unread, he clicked on it with the left mouse button to see that it was sent by his editor, Chie Sakai.

It was written that she had some praises for "In the Bamboo Forest", and even proposed to invite him to the Literary Spring and Autumn Publishing House. The reason why he is so profitable, and he didn't wait for several days to hear back from "Rashomon" when he submitted it, is that Sakai Chie has already included him in the list of writers to focus on. Therefore, once a manuscript of Takeshita Kusa is submitted, she will read it as soon as possible.

When I thought of Takeshita Kusake, who would be delayed for half a day just by going back and forth on the road, I didn't want to go to the Literary Spring and Autumn Publishing House to meet his editor Chie Sakai. Even if he knew that this was an invitation from the editor and the publisher to value his future development, he would not be interested. He can deceive others, but he can't deceive his conscience, he just wants to make some money with the exclusive resources he masters. As for the rest, I didn't think much about it and didn't expect anything at all.

Again, it was Takeshita Kusake, who dropped his hands on the keyboard and euphemistically wrote down the content of the refusal, and replied to the email from Chie Sakai. He didn't believe that he would offend the editor by doing that, and what he didn't like the most was to engage in interpersonal relationships. I clicked on an online game that I had just downloaded recently, and I played it with a relaxing mind.

"Cherry blossoms! Cherry blossoms! In the late spring March sky...... The ringtone of the mobile phone is suddenly ringing. As soon as he picked up the mobile phone on the right side of the low square table, he first looked at the unfamiliar number displayed on the mobile phone screen, instinctively hesitated, and then thought that there was no second person in his mobile phone number book except for Kitagawa Kako's mobile phone number was stored.

So, Takeshita Kusaoke, who pressed the mobile phone to answer the hands-free button, put it half a foot in front of his mouth, and said lukewarmly: "Who are you looking for?" ”

"Hello. I'm Chie Sakai, the editor of Bungami Spring and Autumn Publishing House. Are you Takeshita grass mustard? "Chie Sakai, who has seen his reply to his email, is the first time to meet such a faceless author. If this matter had been left to another author, I am afraid that it would have been a long time ago to thank her for her support, thank you for your care, and so on.

"Well, I'm Takeshita Kusaoke. Is there something you can do? "It's not surprising that she has her own mobile phone number, and Takeshita Kusaoji, who has already filled out an electronic form about personal information. It has its own most authentic and detailed bank card account number, mobile phone number, and residential address...... of individuals**.

Knowing that he didn't press the wrong number and found the right person, Chie Sakai said slowly on the other end of the phone: "I guess, you don't know too well the meaning of the email I sent you earlier." Here, I will go into more detail. Our publisher is optimistic about you and is trying to sign a contract with you for a fixed column. In addition to that, we can talk about some other contractual things. For the best development of your future and the greatest protection of your interests, I hope you will come to us in person to talk. I just don't know if you've been available lately? ”

"Not available." Crisp and neat, Takeshita Kusaoke, who replied directly to two words, held the mobile phone in his left hand to talk to her, and manipulated the mouse with his right hand, and his attention was almost all on playing games.

Chie Sakai, who listened to the sound and music of the game on the other end of the phone, was about to explode in her lungs. He even had time to play games, but he didn't have time to make a trip here. What's the same thing? Hearing Takeshita's young voice, her way of speaking is quite individual, combined with his performance in playing games, it is not difficult to deduce that he should be in the approximate age range from more than twenty years old to less than thirty.

Chie Sakai, who has a good background, is already beautiful, and graduated from a prestigious university in Japan, can be said to have what she wants. Everywhere you go, it is others who come to coax you, and there has never been a precedent for yourself to coax others. If it's not for work, I don't bother to talk to each other. Suddenly stood up, the nameless fire from the heart of the head directly to her, did not hold back for a while, "snap", hung up the landline phone.

"Sakai, what's wrong with you?" A male minister in his early fifties, with a Mediterranean Sea on his head, still holding a manuscript in his left hand, suddenly raised his head and looked at the subordinate who had just joined the company.

Sakai Chie, who covered her forehead with her left palm, the anger in her heart had not yet disappeared, and she blurted out: "Takeshita grass mustard is too much." He'd rather stay at home and play games than come to us. I dare to say that I am not free. ”

Listening to what she said, the male minister who knew it was clear that the Takeshita Kusa in her mouth was the author of "Rashomon" and some of its short story works. He has rich experience in the industry, he smiled, and he was lucky to comfort and comfort himself, and soon after joining the company, he met a newcomer to the literary world: "Young and frivolous, arrogant and arrogant, common things, not strange." Once this goes by, you will see strange things and get used to them. ”