After some searching, Takeshita Kusaka did not find a single message about Yasunari Kawabata and Kenzaburo Oe from the information on the Internet. Unbelievable, he couldn't believe this fact, and he looked up the names of many great writers in the search engine. Except for the great writers of modern and modern Japan, the great writers of other countries are safe and sound, but they have not evaporated and disappeared out of thin air.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who didn't know what was going on, typed "great Japanese writer", "famous Japanese writer", "famous Japanese writer" and other keywords into the search engine. The result of the entry is that there are many authors who have never heard of them at all, or the names of authors who have not been known in the past, so that it has become a situation where the tiger is not at home and the monkey is the overlord. Realizing that the world he was in now seemed to be different from the world of the past, he sat on the tatami mat and fell into a daze again.

Kitagawa Kako, who knocked on the door with a "knock knock" sound, revealed her anxiety in her voice, but showed her concern for him and said, "Takeshita-kun, are you okay?" Can I come in? As soon as the words fell, she was afraid that the other party would be surprised, and her right hand twisted the doorknob to one side, and then there was a unique sound of "bang" locking.

Kako Kitagawa, who gently pushed open the door, walked in slowly without too much footsteps, and began to get closer little by little. I was only half relieved to see him sitting peacefully at the low square table staring at the laptop screen. The other half of her did not dare to relax, on the one hand, she was worried that he would become mentally abnormal after being stimulated by something, so she was even more afraid that he would not be able to think about it for a while and do something stupid to commit suicide; On the other hand, it is inferred that he either has a high fever and his mind has become temporarily confused, or he has some other physical and mental illness.

"Takeshita-kun, are you really okay?" Standing next to him, Kako Kitagawa slowly knelt down, and while staring at him with a pair of bright eyes, she carefully observed and observed him from top to bottom, from bottom to top, from left to right, and from right to left.

Gradually came back to his senses, Takeshita Grass Mustard, who moved his body slightly, faced her, shook his head back and forth, and tried to squeeze out a three-point smile and said: "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine, I don't have any discomfort." It's just that the mood is a little low. I'm sorry to bother you. ”

Kitagawa Kako, who took the initiative to stretch out her right palm and touched his forehead, took it back, and touched her forehead again. She didn't notice that the temperature on his forehead was much higher than her normal body temperature, and she was finally relieved. In my estimation, he was probably depressed this time because of the editor's rejection, which led to some abnormalities in his behavior and speech.

Kako Kitagawa, who can't say "Since you can't do it, you don't have the talent to write, then just give up", the reason why she admires the young man in front of her who is five years older than herself is that he has something that many people don't have, ideals. She can really feel that Takeshita Kusa is not just empty talk, but is persisting and working hard for the realization of the ideal in his mind.

"As you say, since you're made to write, don't be afraid of difficulties, setbacks, and failures. There is an ancient poem in China, how to get the fragrance of plum blossoms without going through a cold bone. Kitagawa Kako, who feels that she can provide him with support and encouragement mentally, can't help anything else, but is worried that it will be self-defeating.

Realizing that she would be wrong, she thought she was the one who had died. In fact, he was depressed and restless, and he didn't worry about anything like rejection at all, but he was too unsuitable for the current state and the world, after all, he knew that there was a big deviation, and the difference was a little big.

"Do you want me to be a great writer of the future, or do you think I should abandon this unrealistic ideal? Should I go out and find a job that I can do to support myself first? "Didn't smile.,Takeshita Kusaoke, who behaved very seriously.,The memory in my mind is that I have flashed the picture that I owe her three months of room and board.,So I also know that her economic conditions are not well-off.,Belong to a typical poor and busy family in Japan.。 The reason why she didn't urge herself to pay the money or call the police to sweep her out of the house was because she was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see herself on the streets.

Took the initiative to stretch out a pair of white little hands to grab Kitagawa Kako, who was in his right hand, and suddenly understood something. With a very serious expression, she said seriously: "There is no need to worry about your accommodation and food costs with me. I'll write it down for you, and all you have to do is write in peace and give it to me when you get paid. ”

Feeling the temperature of her hands, and even more feeling the Takeshita grass mustard of her heart-warming words, my heart was filled with emotion and gratitude. If I hadn't been embarrassed in front of her, I would have cried a long time ago. After all, there are fewer people who send charcoal in the snow, and more people who add icing on the cake. What's more, the current self is just a completely unpopular author, who is often rejected by editors, and has reached the point where he can't even support himself.

Forced to this point, Takeshita Mustard, who is poor and thinks about change, has a flash of inspiration in his head, so he has a 100% solution. Since the great Japanese writers of modern and modern times do not exist in the world, I might as well write out their wonderful and good works silently and then publish them to the world. In this way, not only can they solve their own problems of survival and food and clothing, but also can make readers all over the world who love novels refreshing and enjoying themselves spiritually. Otherwise, isn't that a tyrannical thing?

Thinking of the Takeshita grass mustard here, I didn't feel that there was anything wrong with my approach. Since God allowed him to be reborn into such a world, the purpose of sending himself here is not necessarily to let him convey the ideas and connotations of the works of some great Japanese modern and modern writers who have disappeared. Otherwise, why did you choose yourself as a person who can memorize 3,000 novels in full and write a word?

"Thank you for always taking care of me. From now on, I will never fail again. With a confident smile on her face, Takeshita Kusaoji put her left hand on the back of one of her hands, and said from the bottom of her heart.