"Yes, someone has already sorted out the photos..."
"What a fanboy~"
"Hey, I don't know why, but it seems that starting from Ryunosuke Akutagawa, the literary giants of the island nation have become obsessed with suicide..."
"Eh?"
"Dazai Osamu, a fan of Ryunosuke Akutagawa, committed suicide five times; Mishima Yukio, Dazai Osamu's enemy, had long planned to commit seppuku and was eventually stabbed three times by the wrong person; Mishima Yukio's teacher Kawabata Yasunari also committed suicide
There are also works by Akutagawa, Dazai, and Mishima on the table..."
"Ah...is it so complicated? It's too miserable to be chopped three times..."
Are these literary giants from the island country prone to suicide?
It seems that I am under a lot of pressure. Do I think too much about the world, life, love, etc...
Nagayama Naoki didn't realize it, so he decided to read less of these people's works in the future.
Kuniji Morikawa seems to feel that it is not good to tell these new authors like Naoki Nagayama: "Naoki-san, please don't imitate them. All the things in the world are not as good as a glass of wine~ Come on, come on, have a drink...
..."
"Hahaha, how could it be! I am still very nostalgic for this world~ In other words, I have come to enjoy this beautiful world all my life."
Why does it sound a little abnormal?
Kunji Morikawa left a drop of sweat in his heart. Is there something wrong with the writer's profession...
Is it true that Naoki Nagayama should say that he is nostalgic for the world and enjoys the beautiful things at his age?
It must be because I drank too little that I was thinking so wildly. If I drink a bar, I won’t think about these things anymore!
"Naoki-san, come on, have another drink!"
Although sake is not intoxicating, I can't help myself from drinking it.
Naoki Nagayama was toasted, but it was Kuniji Morikawa who got drunk in the end. Seeing the red-faced editor saying goodbye to him and staggering towards Shogakukan, Naoki Nagayama couldn't help but feel worried.
Why are these people like this? They obviously don't have much alcohol, but they all want to get others drunk.
Speaking of which, Naoki Nagayama had a good drinking capacity in both his lifetimes. At most, he was a little drowsy after drinking and was not really drunk.
...
Walking slowly along the street towards Sanzakura-in,
The warm sunshine in autumn is very comfortable on the body.
It's noon, and the traffic on the road has gradually increased, but they are all in a hurry.
Potted chrysanthemums are in full bloom in the small flowerbed, with white, yellow, red and pink ball-shaped flowers.
It shows how attentively the owner of the garden takes care of it.
But after leaving Nagayama Naoki, no one stopped to admire it.
After staying for a while, I bent down and smelled it. The slight dizziness in my mind seemed to be dissipated by the fragrance of flowers.
"What a beautiful flower~"
"Yeah~ I put a lot of thought into it!"
A voice suddenly came from the side, startling Naoki Nagayama.
Looking back, it turned out to be an old man wearing a kimono, with gray hair, clean and tidy, and holding a watering can in his hand.
Wearing a kimono at this time? It’s not a festival?
Although he felt a little strange, Naoki Nagayama stood up straight and bowed slightly.
"I'm sorry, because the flower garden is so beautiful, I couldn't help but stop for a while."
"Haha, aren't the blooming flowers just for people to appreciate?" The old man was a little happy and said while sprinkling water, "It's rare to see young people stop to admire them."
Nagayama Naoki didn't know how to answer, so he could only echo: "Young people also want to live~"
"Hahaha, you, a young man, talk like an old man!" The old man finished watering the flowers and opened the door of the shop next to him. "If there is nothing urgent, young man, would you like to come and have a cup of tea?"
Only then did Nagayama Naoki discover that there was actually a handicraft shop next to the small flower garden. There were all kinds of things on the shelves, including pottery, lacquerware, wood products, and even a few samurai swords on the knife holders.
Anyway, there was nothing wrong, so Nagayama Naoki followed him into the store: "Shopkeeper, what do you do in this store?"
The old man was already making tea: "Young man, I have a name. Qingshan Xin, this is my name!"
This kind of self-introduction makes people feel that Mr. Qingshan is not a simple person!
Could it be that I encountered another ridiculous story about a retired boss living in seclusion in the city? Speaking of which, opening such a seemingly unprofitable handicraft store in Chiyoda does feel like a big man hiding in the city...
"Excuse me, Aoyama-san, my name is Nagayama Naoki." Nagayama Naoki introduced with a polite bow.
"Eh? Is your surname Yongshan? It's a bit similar to my last name." Mr. Qingshan was very easy-going and warmly greeted Naoki Yongshan to drink tea, "Say, Yongshan-san, don't stand still, sit down and taste it."
You can taste my tea."
There is a tea set in the middle of the shop. It looks exquisite and must not be cheap.
However, Mr. Qingshan made two cups of tea using simple glasses, and actually used a thermos...
"I said, Qingshan-san... looking at such decorations, I thought you would entertain guests with a traditional tea ceremony..."
Nagayama Naoki was a little speechless while holding the glass. The atmosphere in the store was clearly exaggerated, but he actually ended up making tea in the glass.
However, the tea is still very fragrant.
"It's too boring and tiring to do the tea ceremony or something like that. I don't want to work so hard."
Mr. Qingshan sat cross-legged on the tea seat, took a sip of tea, and sighed.
"Yes, it's all formalism."
Nagayama Naoki also relaxed, looking out at the road outside through the large glass window of the store while holding a cup of tea.
Just drink tea quietly and look at the scenery outside,
After a while, Mr. Qingshan couldn't help it anymore: "Say, Naoki-san, why are you quieter than an old man like me?"
"Ah? Aren't you admiring the scenery outside?"
"We need to have a chat or something!" Qingshan Xin was a little speechless, "If I want to be in a daze, won't I be in a daze by myself?"
So you were just bored and looking for someone to talk to?
Before, I thought I met an old man with a story.
But I don’t really want to chat with an old person I don’t know well.
Besides, if you just want a cup of tea in exchange for chatting with a little fresh meat like me, then wouldn’t I become a companion?
Naoki Nagayama looked at the half-filled tea in his hand, thinking about how to say goodbye politely.
"I said, Naoki-san, don't you have anything to say at all?"
Seeing that the young man opposite fell silent again, Qingshanxin quickened his tone,
Do you think this handsome guy has any mental problems?
