This demonic aura did not originate from the young man himself, but was embellished.
Pei Zi Yun thought about it and smiled. "Literature is not only about dreams, but also about breakthroughs. No matter how good the work is, it will be hard for it to receive high praise."
"Breakthrough? Just like Taku Yoshizaki? "The young man immediately followed up, his eyes gleaming.
"Yes, just like Taku Yoshizaki." Pei Zi Yun's smile deepened as he shrugged. "However, if I can't return, I'm afraid the outcome will not be good."
"Taku Yoshizaki committed seppuku."
Hearing Pei Zi Yun's words, the young man replied without hesitation. "From a certain point of view, that is indeed the case. However, if I can achieve as much as Taku Yoshizaki, even if I commit suicide, I will die for literature."
"Furthermore, for Kyoko, I have to do my best. Even if there is a price to pay, I am willing to bear it."
"…" Pei Zi Yun looked at the young man in front of him again. The young man was skinny and not tall. He shook his head and asked, "You mentioned Kyoko, is she your wife?"
"Not married yet. She can be considered my girlfriend!" The young man replied. "Oh, Kyoko is my childhood friend. She knew that I would be a successful person from a young age. However, my path in literature has not been smooth. I can't even provide her with basic necessities, let alone a wealthy life."
"That is why I left her three years ago."
Originally, Japanese valued privacy very much. They wouldn't say such shameful words no matter what. But for some reason, this young man kept saying it out loud.
In Japan, the man was responsible for the family and was the main source of income. The wife was responsible for the family and the man had a high status. When he returned home, the wife would say, "Welcome back!"
She had to help her husband carry his shoes and so on.
But this was built on the premise that the man had a stable income. If a man did not have a stable income, his dignity would be gone. One could imagine how difficult it was. Under this kind of pressure, the young man felt guilty. The only way was to leave Kyoko. So, he used the excuse of collecting as an excuse to leave and wander the world.
Hearing this, Hayakawa Naomi and Kuwako were stunned.
"Did you hear that?" Hayakawa Naomi asked Kuwako.
When Kuwako was young, she followed her mother and had a difficult life. After she became rich, she received the traditional education of the Hayakawa Shrine. "Yes, I saw it. I saw onii-chan talking to a strange and useless person and even treating him to snacks."
Hayakawa Naomi wiped her sweat. "That person has the scent of a demon."
"Is that so? Yes, but the smell is very faint. Could it be that our mission is to find him? " Tang Zi felt around, the knife wasn't in his hand, it was in the car. "I'll go get a knife and hack him to death. A man who can't even keep his wife alive and ran away from home, he doesn't deserve to live."
"Hey, let's wait for the director's order!" Hayakawa was dumbfounded when she realized that Momoko was going to make a move. She quickly pulled her back.
The young man did not know that Kuizi was about to chop him to death and was still talking.
In Japan, the hourly wage of a part-time job in a convenience store was usually 900 yen. Young people could make a living by doing some part-time jobs, but as time passed, he gradually thought of Kyoko.
Three years later, the young man finally couldn't stand it anymore. He sneaked back to his rented apartment, plucked up his courage, knocked on the door, and imagined a thousand results. However, what he never expected was that Kyoko was the same as the day she left three years ago. She stood at the door to welcome him home. Her smile was the same, her hairstyle was the same, and even her clothes were the same.
The young man's clothes were ragged, and his beard was unkempt. Faced with Kyoko's welcome, he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.
"From that day onwards, I swore that I would achieve something, and at least be able to support her." The young man was immersed in his memories, and did not speak for a long time. After a while, he regained his senses and hurriedly stood up to apologize.
Pei Zi Yun smiled and waved his hand, saying, "It's alright, it's just that it's getting late … I'm sorry for disturbing you just now. I have to go back now, goodbye."
The young man stood up and watched Pei Zi Yun leave.
"onii-chan, is our mission this man? Then I'll chop him to death with a knife! "Kuizi did not like this young man, and shouted that she was going to chop him to death.
"No, I saw it with my own eyes. This demonic aura did not belong to this man, Horigawa Rishi. It was an embellishment."
"In other words, our target is not Horigawa Rishi!"
"Even if it's not Horigawa Rishi, it must have something to do with him. All we have to do is force him to confess." Kuizi snorted.
"It's not that simple." Pei Zi Yun shook his head. This was not only the principle of not harming the innocent. More importantly, if the Japanese government could rely on this to solve the problem, they would have used it long ago. He raised his eyes and looked into the sky, and said in a relaxed tone, "But to me, the solution is very simple. All I have to do is to contact Horigawa Rishi."
After entering the car, Pei Zi Yun picked up the phone and said, "I'll give him a chance!"
"Yamada-kun?" A female voice came through the phone.
"Hello, is this Nago-san? I'm Yamada-shinji. " After exchanging pleasantries, Pei Zi Yun said, "I met a writer at the coffee shop today. He's quite good at writing. You can give him a chance. He's written to you before. His name is Horigawa Rishi."
"If it's possible, please call me back now."
"No problem, I'll go through it immediately." Nagano Narumi said.
Pei Zi Yun hung up the phone and leaned against the back of the chair. He closed his eyes and waited patiently. Kuizi had already found her knife. She slowly unsheathed it, and the blade glowed with a bright light.
Pei Zi Yun glanced sideways. He knew that Kuizi's father had abandoned her, so she didn't like this kind of man. He just let her be. The knife was sixty centimeters long, and there was a faint feeling on it. If Kuizi killed someone, would she get a share as well?
Pei Zi Yun looked at her eyebrows again. It seemed like the bead had been refined a little more.
Hayakawa Naomi wasn't thinking about this. She was also very fond of literature. She hesitated and asked, "Why did you mention Taku Yoshizaki to Mr. Horigawa just now?"
"Oh, this has something to do with the Japanese people. In Japan, who believe in collectivism, tradition, breakthrough, and return are all part of the system."
"When Western literature was introduced to Japan, Taku Yoshizaki was inspired and formed a new school of literature. This can be considered a breakthrough."
"But among the Japanese who are willing to line up to travel abroad, putting politics aside, even if it's literature, they can only feel the value and authenticity of tradition. Once they stray too far from tradition, not only will they not feel freedom, but they will also become rootless."
"It's good to break through and innovate, but if they don't return to tradition in time, they will be ostracized. Taku Yoshizaki didn't have time to return to tradition, and thus developed the unique beauty of nothingness and sorrow. When it reached its peak, it led to suicide."
"Out of the conscience of a writer, I have to warn Horigawa Rishi."
Pei Zi Yun said. Originally, Japanese writers in the world would commit suicide because of the sorrow they felt during their growth, or because their sensitive hearts couldn't bear the weight of reality. But one of the main reasons was that the great Japanese writers often broke through the stereotypes of traditional Japanese literature. This kind of breakthrough was equivalent to self-exile, and the end of this path was death.
Only within the organization could one feel the truth of life. Once one lost control of the organization, one would become a rootless person and be ostracized by the collective. This was a rule that outsiders couldn't understand, but it was very real.
The most rash Oda Nobunaga died in a rebellion.
Toyotomi Hideyoshi, who controlled the country through peaceful means, died in a war to invade Korea.
And Tokugawa Ieyasu, who was most in line with the law of tradition, breakthrough, and return, had truly controlled the country for 265 years.
"Is that so? The minister would think so too? "
"No, I'm not Oda Nobunaga." Pei Zi Yun closed his eyes and answered. In this world, Oda Nobunaga was just a mediocre daimyo who lost his reputation.
But what Pei Zi Yun really thought was that Oda Nobunaga was too rash, and was called the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, and died because of Akechi Mitsuhide's rebellion. It was because he didn't have true power.
Even if he was more rash than Oda Nobunaga, the power belonged to himself. What could society do?
This was similar to a child or teenager shouting "I want to go against the heavens" everywhere he went. It was just that everywhere Pei Zi Yun went, he carefully studied the rules of the world and society at that time, and then said such deafening words.
Because when he said it, he could achieve it.
At this time, the phone in the coffee shop rang. It rang twice but no one answered. Horigawa Rishi was still deep in thought and writing when he suddenly realized that the phone was ringing. He looked up in confusion and saw the annotation on the phone. He quickly got up, and because he was too fast, the manuscript was scattered all over the floor.
There was no time to tidy up. He picked up the phone and panted, "Hi, I'm Horigawa Rishi …"
"Hello, Horigawa-kun. I'm Nagano Narumi, the editor of Shiroishi Academy!"
"It's my honor to receive your call!" Horigawa Rishi didn't expect a famous editor of a big publishing company to call him. He was flattered. Although there was no one in front of him, he subconsciously stood upright and bowed. This might be the etiquette of the Japanese.
"Horigawa-kun, I read your novel. You're the author of 'Waiting for Kyoko', right? I would like to invite you to the publishing company to discuss the matter of this book. Do you have time? "
Horigawa Rishi's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe his ears. He bowed deeply, "Hi, Nagano-san, I understand. I'll be right there."
Good luck came too suddenly. As for how it came, it was too late to care.
Hastily packing up the manuscript and preparing to leave the cafe, Horigawa Rishi suddenly remembered something and dialed a number. As soon as the phone was connected, he immediately said with joy, "Kyoko, the editor of Hakuseki Gakuin, Nagano Narumi, is looking for me. She said that one of my novels has potential and wants me to go to the gakuin. I'll go there immediately."
A soft female voice came from the other side of the phone. It seemed to be a celebration, but also a reminder.
"Okay, I understand. Don't worry, Kyoko. I won't make the same mistake again. No matter how late, I'll be back." As he said this, Horigawa Rishi got up and left the coffee shop. He ran towards the train station. There was a train station in 10 minutes' walk.
"Saves me the trouble of following." At this moment, Pei Zi Yun, who was in the car, reached out and touched the void, as if he had grabbed an invisible thread, "Target, found."
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Note 1: Toyotomi Hideyoshi could have enjoyed the world for a hundred years, but he risked his life by entering Korea.
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