Shingo Harano crossed his legs, one hand on the table, and a very serious expression talked to Erika Matsushima, who also looked like a serious student.

"Mourning is a very prominent feature of my writing, and it can be regarded as a very popular type of domestic literature now."

This concept is simply "true feelings", when the human heart touches the external world, touches the scene, touches the object, touches it, touches it, and touches it, at this time, the emotions that naturally spring out, or joy, or anger, or fear, or sadness, or low and tactful, or longing for love. A person with such emotions is a person who understands material grief. ”

Hearing his words, Matsushima Erika's thin brows furrowed, as if she didn't digest the concepts he had just said.

And Ai Fukuhara and Nobita Yamashita are naturally mouth-to-nose and nose-to-heart.

They didn't understand these technical terms, and they quietly listened to what Shingo Harano said.

Ai Fukuhara is okay, I watch him write every day, and I know a lot under the influence of my ears and eyes. But this kid under the mountain is not so lucky, let him listen to these nonsense things, the taste of the high is enough, but it's boring!

Listening to these, how can it be comfortable to lie on the bed with a photo and read it, and then drink a sip of ice, that is called life.

But when he looked at his little cutie and listened to it so fascinated, he could only pinch his nose and pretend that he was also fascinated.

Erika Matsushima was holding a small notebook to remember something, and Shingo Harano took a sip of tea indifferently, which was not bad.

As if he had some trouble again, Matsushima stopped the pen in his hand and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Harano-kun, I wonder if your writing is meant to cater to the market, or if you only make it for your own heart."

This question is quite tricky, but looking at Matsushima's innocent face, it doesn't seem that he wants to make a fool of himself, probably because he has the same problem in his heart.

To say that he does not cater to the market, it is impossible. Even if he says he doesn't cater to it, others will never believe it.

A writer who won the Akutagawa Prize would not have won an award if he had not catered to the trend of the market and the reading experience of the public.

Shingo Harano pondered for a while, "Half and half, if you don't cater to the market, no one will look at it, but if you want to cater to the market completely, you will lose your heart, so I will make some changes." ”

"What does Yuan Yejun think that the current literature can rely on to become classics, I think there are many good books that have been buried by history." Erika Matsushima listened to his answer, nodded thoughtfully, and then asked another question.

"The adaptation of the film and television industry and the publication of the library book have promoted the popularization of reading of literary works at home and abroad."

"What if it's just a book and doesn't get any adaptation?"

Shingo Harano was speechless when she asked.

You don't want to be so good, there are more talented people in the world who have been buried, let alone books.

Opportunity, talent, and luck are indispensable, no matter which one you lose, you can't do it, if you don't succeed, and you're still working hard, you can only say that you're really out of luck.

The atmosphere was a little solemn, and several people sat without talking.

"Well~~, those are all trivial things, drink tea, drink tea, hehe."

Nobita Yamashita was the first to break the silence, watching the two of them "sit and talk", talking about how there were some needles against Maimang, he secretly screamed that it was not good, and immediately came forward to liven up the atmosphere.

"Well, too..."Erika Matsushima lowered her head and stroked her hair.

It seems a little rude to talk like that just now, after all, Harano-kun is the winner of the Akutagawa Award, and ordinary people don't even have the opportunity to meet if they ask questions, so they are really Meng Lang.

Before he could think about anything, he heard Shingo Harano ask.

"Matsushima-san, how is the consumption here?"

Of course, he wouldn't take it to heart because of such a trivial matter, and it passed in a blink of an eye, but he was a little curious about the consumption in the tea room in front of him.

He asked while admiring the hanging scroll in the alcove.

Erika Matsushima was just stunned for a moment, and then understood that the other party was relieving the embarrassment, and immediately felt a little moved, and then looked at her boyfriend, looking at herself with a blank face, looking at each other.

Alas~, make do with it.

Erika Matsushima smiled slightly: "The consumption of a few of us is about 10,000 yen, and there are not many people here, so it is very quiet." ”

"Ten thousand!" Ai Fukuhara exclaimed.

Even Shingo Harano didn't expect that a few people would be so expensive to drink a cup of tea?

It's no wonder that there aren't many people here, but what surprised him a little was that it seemed that Matsushima Erika had a good family background, otherwise he wouldn't have come to this kind of place to drink tea.

"It's really expensive, what kind of tea is this, if it's just from the room and the situation, it's barely okay."

"This is Sayama tea, if Harano-kun feels good, I can let you wrap some for you."

Sayama tea was previously divided into Tokyo Metropolitan Tea and Saitama Prefecture tea, but in the middle of the Showa period, it was uniformly called Tokyo Sayama Tea, and it was only harvested in spring and summer throughout the year, so it tasted more authentic and delicious than the rest of the island country.

However, the most famous place to drink Shimakoku tea is probably Nanzenji Temple in Kyoto, where the tea room was once used by the emperor, and I don't know how many celebrities have used tea there, usually around 1,000 yen a cup.

However, it has gradually become a tourist attraction, and the truly high-end tea room is still unknown to the public.

"Wrap me up? Matsushima-san's words seem to be a little ambiguous. "Shingo Harano's face was different, and he felt a little strange.

Nobita Yamashita, who was on the opposite side, scratched his face and said a little hesitantly: "Shingo, in fact, this teahouse... It's the property of the Erika family, so she said wrap it up. ”

Shigo Harano: "... ”

You said earlier, it's great to be rich...

Shigo Harano remembered that the Kuyuyama High School next door to his school was also an old private high school, and there were probably countless rich and noble families in it, so it was not surprising to open a high-class tea room.

"Hmm... Shingo likes to drink tea, and usually when he writes, he always runs a pot of tea, so it's good for us to buy some tea and go back, so we don't have to send it. ”

Fukuhara Ailuo said with a generous smile, I heard that this tea is very expensive just now, but if Shingo likes it, it's good to buy some back, you can't really take someone else's for nothing, although the little money is a little distressing to go out from her, but you still have to spend what you should spend, after all, Shingo spends a lot more on her than on herself.

Nobita Yamashita sat upright and didn't dare to speak, looking at Matsushima Erika, in other people's territory, naturally it was someone who was in charge.