Since that day, Mina Kitagawa, who said at the dinner table that she wanted to become a children's writer, has been working hard not just to talk about it. never expected that his father would choose to accompany him to Stockholm, Sweden to receive the Nobel Prize in Literature, Kitagawa Mina, not only had unprecedented excitement and excitement, but also gave himself an unprecedented encouragement. In her private room, yes, she sat at the desk with a pencil in her right hand. I was on a standard 400-word one-page manuscript paper with fairy tales written about my heart.

After writing, Kitagawa Mina, who put down the pencil in her hand, spun around and jumped off the chair, trotting out of her bedroom with joy. She wanted to show her father what she had written, and as soon as she opened the door of his room, she felt that her father was in a state of selfless writing.

Kitagawa Mina stopped and looked at her father's back, and became embarrassed for a while. She is full of contradictions in her heart, on the one hand, she wants her father to show herself and talk about it, and on the other hand, she can't disturb his normal work, after all, she still knows that once a writer is in a state of writing, it is to put himself in the scene of the words he writes.

Once the writer is disturbed, it means that he has returned to the real world from a certain state. If a writer wants to enter that special state and world again, it is not a matter of time and a half, but it takes some time to re-enter, as if meditating. Even if I re-enter it, I will still be blamed by the characters in the pen who should not have left them without saying goodbye.

His hands were facing Kitagawa Mina, who was holding the page of manuscript paper and was in a dilemma, when she suddenly heard the doorbell ringing of her own "ding dong". So, turning her back one hundred and eighty degrees, she walked out of her father's bedroom in three steps and two steps, and then opened the door. With a voice of joy, he blurted out: "Brother Xiuyi, you're here!" ”

Shuichi Minamino, who was carrying a large bag of things in both hands and a backpack on his shoulders, appeared in front of the little guy's eyes. After returning to Tokyo from Kyoto, he didn't choose to go back to school after getting off the Shinkansen, but took a taxi and ran to the teacher's side.

Shuichi Minamino, who didn't see the outside and said "um" to Mina Kitagawa, seemed to be going home. He took off his shoes and walked straight inside. When I passed by the teacher's bedroom, I saw the other party writing at the desk. So, keeping quiet, he not only re-covered the open door for the teacher, but also lightened his steps.

Shuichi Minamino, who crept over to the sofa in the living room and sat down, first put the large and small bags on his hands on the glass coffee table in front of him, and then took off his backpack. After returning home this time, he was really tired. Not only do I have to meet all kinds of relatives like a marquee, but I also have to participate in all kinds of gatherings of one kind and another. During this period, the most enthusiastic elders and friends are still vying to introduce girlfriends to themselves.

Before leaving, Shuichi Minamino had to bring home a large pile of souvenirs from Kyoto, after all, his mother had carefully prepared them herself. She also deliberately told herself that some of them were for Mr. Takeshita's family, some for her sister, and some for him to give to his classmates and teachers at Waseda University in Tokyo.

Nanno Shuichi, who waved to Kitagawa Mina and motioned for her to come and sit next to her, and was the first to find the gift for her, and handed it to her. Among the many children of the teacher, she is the one I like the most. Therefore, I deliberately left the best gift for the little one.

"Thank you, Brother Shuichi." Kitagawa Mina, who took it over, thanked her politely and placed it on top of her closed legs. She didn't rush to open it to see, but presented the manuscript paper she had written to him Minamino Shuichi, and smiled: "I originally wanted my father to show me, but unexpectedly he was busy writing. It's really great, Brother Xiuyi, you're also a writer, so help me take a look! ”

Shuichi Minamino, who didn't show any refusal, happily took it from her hand. I don't have too many expectations for a first-grade child in a public primary school, but just a game to play. What's more, even he knows that Xiao Mina's talent is far inferior to that of her two sisters.

In all fairness, I always thought that the person who could inherit the mantle of the teacher would not be him, but Meiyou. He was very self-aware, and he realized early on that a mountain like the one reached by his teacher could not be succeeded by hard work and perseverance, but that it would take great and extraordinary talent and talent to finally have hope of being realized.

Before Shuichi Minamino could read the contents of the manuscript paper, he blurted out a big compliment: "Mina, you are amazing." When I was your age, I wouldn't have thought of writing. At that time, in addition to being crazy with nothing to do, I was still a stupid play. It wasn't until I met my teacher in my first year of high school that my writing career officially began. If you start writing voluntarily at such a young age, then your future achievements are limitless. This must be more than a problem with me. ”

After finishing speaking, he focused his eyes on the manuscript paper. Although she tried her best to understand what Mui Ne was trying to express, it was too difficult, after all, she had a lot of words that she couldn't write. If the little one can't write a word, she will replace it with a symbol that she can understand.

Shuichi Minamino can still understand some symbols. For example, Kitagawa Mina, who can't write the word "crab", directly drew a small crab. As for some of the symbols, I really can't understand what they mean. Even if you understand and guess the context, you don't know what it is.

It took a lot of effort to read it all over, but Nanno Shuichi, who really didn't understand it much, held the manuscript paper in his left hand, and pointed to the place he couldn't understand with his right index finger. Quite patient, he began to ask, "Mina, tell me, what does this mean?" (To be continued.) )