Qiu Yang turned around and realized that standing in front of him was a medium-long haired woman wearing a mask, wearing a white dress, and her gestures revealed some unusual bearing. At least judging from the exposed eyes, she is a very beautiful and elegant girl, with sad stars in her eyes, and a superior nose bridge that a mask can't cover.

Looking around, he made sure that he was talking to himself, Qiu Yang tried his best to make a puzzled expression, and did not speak.

- Don't be a liar, right? Or is it a new sales pitch?

"I'm sorry, but I was abrupt, I don't think you're a neon native, but you're very interested in neon writers, and you made comments that interest me, so I talked." The woman in the white dress also explained her unusual behavior generously, and seemed to slow down her speech in order to take care of his foreigner status, "Because it is very similar to my thoughts." Don't worry, sir, I'm not a salesman or a liar. ”

Qiu Yang was broken by the suspicion in his heart, but he was a little embarrassed.

"Where, I was rude and didn't reply to you in the first place. You're right, indeed, I'm an international student who has just arrived in Neon. Qiu Yang paused, and then answered the woman's question just now, "What I just said is that the more I look at Haruki Murakami's recent works, the more I feel that they are deep on the surface and shallow in them." ”

Then he raised the book in his hand: "Just like this one, a very simple love story, wrapped in complex metaphors of time and space, there is a feeling of forcible sublimation and mystery." If you read Murakami's works for the first time, you may be attracted by interesting metaphors and treacherous narratives, but after reading a few more books, I always feel that he has not made great progress, and he is a little tired of the same aesthetics. ”

Seeing that the woman in front of him was just staring at him with her head tilted and talking, Qiu Yang was a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I just said it myself, and I didn't think about what you would think if you were a fan of Mr. Murakami, so I said bad things about Mr. Murakami."

"Then tell me about it, are there any writers who are deep in it?" didn't answer Qiu Yang's words, nor was she polite, the woman just continued to ask.

Avoiding the Japanese courtesy, Qiu Yang felt much more comfortable, and boldly judged:

"Like the ones on the shelves, most of them are half as good as Murakami-san's connotation, and the level of whitewashing may not be as high, and they all take the path of writing some inconsequential ups and downs in a purely literary way. Of course, there are also those who think through and purely cater to the needs of the market, such as Makoto Shinkai, Oichi, Iwai Shunji and the like, but that is also a bit out of the category of pure literature. ”

However, I have always felt that there is no distinction between the depth and depth of the connotation: the author may not have this realm if he writes in simple terms and points out the profound connotation; And the whitewashed and superficial connotation does not necessarily mean that the author's level is low. It may also be a kind of wise and foolish, light-hearted pandering to the world. ”

"If I had to give an example, it would be Yasunari-san Kawabata. At first reading, I think it's just a trivial matter of love between men and women, and there is some forbidden bad taste. But when I taste it, it's like drinking rock candy that has melted in a bitter medicine, and I always feel that something is naturally mixed in it. This should be the author's high realm, and there is always a wisdom that cannot be covered in the pen, even if it is a simple love between men and women, it will show its edge. ”

After chattering a lot, Qiu Yang woke up like a dream, and looked at the woman looking at him with a little snickering in her expression, only to know that she had made a boastful gaffe, and apologized shyly.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away and sold so much of my humble opinion to you."

"Bang bang."

Unexpectedly, the woman in front of her suddenly applauded softly. Then he said:

"No, I think what you said is quite reasonable, sir, and you can justify yourself, and many of your remarks have also given me some inspiration for thinking." The woman's gaze was sincere, not like she was polite. "It's just, since you talked about Kawabata-san, then the earlier writers such as Osamu Dazai and Akutagawa Ryunosuke, I don't know what you think?"

"As a writer, the low-class books are self-sufficient, the middle-class books are real, and the high-class books are empty. Dazai has the strength of a book, but his most famous and sought after is Shuji's "Human Disqualification", which is really a pity. As for Akutagawa-san......"

The woman suddenly spoke, and continued Qiu Yang's words.

"Akutagawa-san, it seems to be a book, but in fact it is a book, and he deserves to be a ghost writer. It's just that its fame is somewhat stained with the false name of dying young. From a writer's point of view, some of them are not famous, but they are not good to say. ”

Hearing her say these words in one go, Qiu Yang realized that the woman's voice was faint, and there was a kind of reassuring and indescribable pleasantness - not to mention, most of what she said was what she thought in her heart, and she had the joy of meeting a confidant in her heart at the moment.

After that, the woman's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and she smiled and said, "What, what I said is what the gentleman thinks?" ”

"It's not bad." Qiu Yang hesitated, he wanted to ask the girl for a contact information, after all, it is difficult to find a bosom friend, let alone a confidant in a foreign country. But I've only known each other for a short time, and I'm always worried about being abrupt.

Unexpectedly, it was the girl who spoke first, and she pointed to a stack of books in Qiu Yang's arms.

"Are you going on a trip to Hokkaido?"

"That's half right, I'm from the Faculty of Urban Engineering at the University of Tokyo. The next project is in Hokkaido, and I may do a field trip during this time, stay for a while, and do my homework in advance. ”

"Ahh The girl's eyes widened, as if she didn't quite believe in such a coincidence. "I'm from Hokkaido, a small town called Asahikawa."

In this way, Qiu Yang's previous dislike of Hokkaido being too far and cold has all disappeared - the next project is really good in Hokkaido!!

"Why don't we add a Line? So next time you go to Hokkaido, I can give you some advice. ”

The girl seemed to have inadvertently mentioned the stubble, with a frank look. It's just that the pink ears exposed the wavering in her heart, and Qiu Yang only felt a little contrasting cuteness when she saw it, and she didn't pierce it - not to mention that he was also happy to do it.

"Of course, there are many topics about literature that I can talk to you about!" Seeing Qiu Yang's somewhat embarrassed look, the woman added a little eagerly.

"It's not that I don't want to..."Qiu Yang was also helpless, "It's just that I just arrived in Neon, and I don't have the Line App yet..."

Under the guidance of the girl's somewhat joking, as if treating the elderly, Qiu Yang finished installing the software and set the nickname "Qiu Qi", seeing that the girl was a little puzzled after seeing the nickname, he explained:

"It's my favorite season and my favorite number. Aki, it sounds good; Nana, it's better to pronounce. ”

Somehow, after hearing these words, the expression of the person in front of him suddenly became a little strange.

With the addition of the girl as his first friend, he was about to lose the remarks, and Qiu Yang remembered that he had not exchanged names with this bosom friend.

"It's rude, and I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Qiu Yang, who are you..."

The woman in front of her looked left and right, took off her mask, and revealed her complete face - there was a little bit of small buckteeth unique to Japanese girls, but it did not affect the superior facial features and temperament of the whole face. Even though Qiu Yang didn't have the slightest thought about this book friend, he still felt amazing.

seemed to confirm that there was nothing superfluous about the expression of the man in front of him, and he dispelled the last doubt in his heart and introduced himself generously.

"Hello, my name is Nanami Hashimoto, and I am a company employee, please advise."

Then, a somewhat playful smile was revealed, which made Qiu Yang a little distracted.

"It's a coincidence or not, you just praised my name for being nice."