Takeshita Kusasa, who stepped into the auditorium, was immediately greeted like a hero. As a sign of respect, the audience who stood up looked at him and gave him thunderous applause. Takeshita grass mustard, who has long been accustomed to this, is not frightened at all. With a calm smile on his face, he walked straight towards the rostrum without hurrying or slowing.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who came prepared, had already written his speech for today and handed it over to Sakai Chie for review. Under everything 0K, he memorized the speech he wrote by himself word for word. I want to prepare for a unique off-script speech.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who sat on the stage with a designated seat, waited for the audience to sit down one by one and quiet down, and then the host walked to the front and enthusiastically read out a set starting procedure. Once again, he received the applause and welcome from the audience, and when he stood up again, he simply nodded and saluted everyone on the stage and everyone in the audience.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who took the microphone from the host with his right hand, did not have any opening nonsense, and directly began the speech on the theme of "What is Literature". There was silence on and off the stage, and it could be said that the pins were dropping. The TV stations that had set up their cameras early in the morning all pointed their cameras at him. Not only that, dozens of media reporters of all sizes who were present were in a state of imminent war, and they could start shorthand the main speeches of Takeshita at any time.

The heart is calm and waveless, and the grass mustard under Takeshita, who is really nervous, has not made too many deliberate arrangements except for a little practice at home several times. Almost giving a speech in his true colors, he has involuntarily revealed the rudiments of a great writer's atmosphere. The speed of his speech is not fast, and every word is spoken out of his mouth in a straight voice.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who spent most of the hour, did not refer to any information about what literature is. I don't have boring theories myself. Rather, it is a vivid concept that unfolds from the shallow to the deep. All of this is based on his actual writing experience and perceptions, and he really brought a refreshing and new idea to the people present.

After the completion of the Takeshita Kusaoke, for the third time, it received more and more enthusiastic applause from the audience. He was not excited, but he felt that the matter had finally come to an end. As for the future, there will be no more. I didn't leave because I was done. Instead, he was ready to accept questions from some of the audience, after all, they already knew in advance that there was such an arrangement.

Holding another microphone was the host who stepped forward, looked at the audience with a smile and said: "I believe that everyone must be unsatisfied, and there are inevitably many questions to ask Mr. Takeshita Grass Mustard." If you have any questions, please raise your right hand so that I can see you. As soon as the words fell, many people's right hands were raised high. Even if they all know that not everyone will have the opportunity to ask Takeshita Kusaokei a question, they should try to do their best. This doesn't necessarily mean that Lady Luck favored herself.

"To this bespectacled female classmate in the third row." The host who gestured the direction with his left hand was to tell the person in the audience who was carrying the microphone to hand it to the questioner.

The female classmate who took the initiative to stand up and took the microphone in her right hand. first bowed deeply to the Takeshita Grass Mustard on the stage, and then the emotion was excited and said, "Hello, Mr. Takeshita Grass Mustard." I'm a sophomore in the Faculty of Letters, and I'm a loyal reader of yours, and I love your novels the most. One of the questions I want to ask is, can you tell us a little bit about how to write for those of us who want to become writers? ”

"Writing is about being spontaneous, spontaneous, and casual. Only by being born from the heart can you write words with true feelings. There is no set style for the subject matter of writing. It's ever-changing. If you try to cater to the tastes of readers and editors, you are tantamount to kitsch. The work that is written is not popular. Not something writers should think about. Writers should only think about whether they have written what they should want to say at this point in time. In addition, you have to pay attention to society, life, and everyone around you...... They may not give you any inspiration for writing, but they can accumulate some material for your future writing. This material is sure to help you in your writing one day. Putting the microphone on his right hand to his mouth, Takeshita Grass Mustard still said his summary and understanding in the actual writing process as it was.

The first female classmate to ask a question. It's completely a school of seeming understanding. Somewhat inspired, she bowed deeply to the Takeshita grass mustard on the table again, and then handed the microphone back to the person who handed it to her. At the same time, many people raised their right hands high.

"To the tall boy in the penultimate row." Standing on the stage is a randomly selected host, and there is a sense of pleasure in deciding the fate of others. So while his left hand pointed in a direction, he smiled on his face.

The tall boy who took the microphone in his left hand also bowed to the Takeshita Grass Mustard on the stage, and then said excitedly: "Hello, Bamboo Grass Mustard Teacher." I am an international student from China. Before you came to Japan to study, your books were not only sought after by literature lovers in China, but many writers also absorbed a lot of creative nourishment from your works. My question is, which Chinese writer do you like the most, and which one of his works? ”

Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions". If you don't read this book, you will regret it for life, and after reading it, you will regret it for life. However, it's a pity that such a strange book has no ending, but only the first eighty chapters. Although there are many people who try to continue to write the ending, they are all dog-tail continuation mink works, which are not worth watching at all. Every time I read it, I always have new feelings and realizations. Takeshita Grass Mustard, who had one thing to say, sighed deeply.

As soon as these words came out, reporters with strong news sensitivity hurriedly wrote it down, and then the microphone fell into the hands of a round-faced boy from Waseda University in South Korea. Following the movements of the two alumni in front of him, he held his head high and exuded a confident look and asked, "I don't know if Mr. Takeshita Kusa has a lot of respect for the work of that writer from the Republic of Korea?" ”

Takeshita Kusaoke, who didn't even think about it, couldn't help but smile and blurted out directly: "Korean kimchi is good." (To be continued.) )