Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 36: The haters can't find anything to criticize, they can only criticize the author for being too short

Regardless of whether the public came with a critical attitude, or were interested in "Dancing Girl", or simply came for the fun, "New Wave" was quickly sold out in major bookstores.

Readers who were unable to purchase the book called again and again, urging the company to buy it, and directly paralyzed Shinchosha's customer service hotline.

Readers who got hold of New Trend couldn't wait to open it and read it in the bookstore. As soon as you walked into any major bookstore, you could always see men and women immersed in the world of novels.

"Is this really something that a complete newcomer can write?" Countless people expressed such doubts while holding the magazine.

"Wow, this ending is so regrettable. They obviously liked each other..."

"What do you know? Regrets lead to greatness!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mishima. I scolded you before. Now I unilaterally declare that Mr. Mishima deserves the award..."

"Apologize to Mr. Mishima..."

The more fierce the doubts were on the Internet before, the more sincere the apology is now.

On August 4th, the sky in Tokyo was gloomy and it rained all day.

As a professional book reviewer, Bei Dao Isao did not have to go to the bookstore in person to buy "Shincho". Unfortunately, the package mailed to him by the client was accidentally lost, so he could only personally join in the rush to buy "Shincho".

I couldn’t get one in the first three days.

It was only on the fourth day, because there were fewer customers due to the rain, that he successfully bought a copy of the August issue of Xinchao.

After returning home, he took off his wet clothes, took a shower, made a cup of coffee, and sat at his desk.

He is a professional book reviewer active on the Internet. His main job is to post reviews of various novels and magazines, as well as purchase recommendations, on his Twitter and Facebook, to help readers decide whether to buy the novel or magazine.

This job is becoming less and less popular.

In the Internet age, traditional literature is declining, and the overall environment is not good, so the promotion fees he can get have naturally fallen... So, if someone invests money in him to comment on something, he must of course complete the task assigned by the sponsor.

Kitajima Isao took a sip of coffee, put down the magazine, and went straight to the page of "The Dancing Girl of Izu".

[The road is getting narrower and winding. We should be approaching Amagi Ridge soon...]

Ok?
This is a surprisingly good beginning.

But it doesn’t matter. Nothing in the world is perfect. If you look at it with a critical eye, you can find fault with even the most basic things.

Kitajima Isao has already decided to criticize this book to death, without even mentioning any logic.

He is not afraid even if he is counterattacked.

Who dares to say that award-winning works are flawless?
You can't tolerate any negative comments, right?
Want to cover your mouth?
Do we still want freedom of speech?

After making this set of remarks, Kitajima Isao was basically invincible.

"You've made me waste so many days of effort, I'm going to scold you to death..."

With this mentality, he continued to read on, and then he fell in, without any warning.

This guy named Mishima writes such beautiful words.

It is so beautiful that no one can compare to it.

Starting from the first line, a painting exuding a faintly sad temperament slowly unfolds before Beidao Isao's eyes.

The season of continuous autumn rain sets the tone of sadness. The deep regret uncontrollably permeates from between the lines, turning into overwhelming rain that engulfs people, leaving no chance to breathe.

In this breathtaking rain, an ignorant and immature love affair slowly unfolds in a tone that is destined to be regretful.

The tunnel was extremely dark, and the cold raindrops hit people's faces wantonly, making people feel discouraged.

In this cold darkness, a faint light came from the exit leading to Minami Izu.

When you think this is the light of hope, you can only lie alone in bed in the dark night, listening to the drum beats of the dancers outside the window...

The student likes the dancer, and the dancer also likes the student. This beautiful and immature relationship is as transparent as water, and just like the premature baby described in the book, it cannot escape the fate of death... The boy's love is on his lips, but he never says it out loud, and even the love in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows has to be hidden with indifference.

Is he not loving enough?

maybe.

The road ahead is long and full of uncertainties.

How could he, still a teenager, have the courage to fly across the ocean with her just based on love?

On the seventh day after the baby died, he left Izu and returned to Tokyo alone by boat. In the cabin, he breathed in the stench of tide and raw fish, his mind blank.

What happened to him later?
Will he come back for the dancer in the future?
Perhaps there aren’t so many questions, and the future isn’t very important. His love has disappeared in the autumn rain drifting across the southern Izu Peninsula.

He read from the beginning to the end in one breath, his eyes lingering on the last line for a long time, and Kitajima Isao couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

A feeling of loss and melancholy lingered in his heart and could not be dispelled. He stretched out his hands several times to grab what was in front of his eyes, but he could never catch anything.

It turns out that regret can be so beautiful...

Although it is still so painful and unbearable, it is really beautiful...

Kitajima Isao stared blankly at the magazine page. There were words written between the lines, but it seemed that the only word written in the whole article was "regret".

He couldn't put down the paper in his hand. He read it carefully for a long time before he saw from the gaps between the words a shadow in his heart that he had long forgotten, the country girl he had forgotten. So, the whole book is saying: Things that are unattainable in youth will eventually trap one for the rest of his life.

Putting the book down, he touched his face.

I feel like crying.

Holding back tears, I turned on the computer.

It's touching, but money has to be earned. If you ask why, it can only be said that it is the master's mission.

He wrote a lot of critical words, but deleted them all in the end. After drinking his last sip of coffee, Kitajima Isao only left one comment on his social media:
[1 words, the author is too short, bad review! ]

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At two o'clock in the afternoon on the 4th, it was raining heavily in Tokyo.

Arun walked into Tsutaya Books Ginza store and saw several customers in the reading area, all of whom were reading "Shincho" in their hands.

After a young girl finished reading, her face was a little confused and dull, and she slowly opened her mouth: "Is that all... This shouldn't be the case... They are still so young and beautiful, why don't they be brave enough to be together..."

On the other side, a middle-aged man put down his book and stared blankly at the light above his head.

He is no longer at the age of being carried away by passion.

The only romance left in his life was his fantasy of the best things in the world.

The dancer Ah Xun's beauty, which is white and pure without any embellishment, is naturally a beautiful thing.

"Do you think some beautiful things are destined to be elusive?" the middle-aged man asked a woman next to him who had just finished watching.

The woman was dressed like an office lady and looked a little aloof. She said in a cold tone, "It is precisely because we cannot grasp it that it looks more beautiful."

"That is to say..." The middle-aged man had an enlightened expression and murmured in a low voice: "Everything is nothing, all efforts are in vain..."

"Oh, what a damn world!" the girl said indignantly.

Just from what these people said, you can tell how deeply the novel "Dancing Girl" touched them.

This made Arun even more excited, and he quickly walked to the counter: "Please give me a copy of the August issue of Xinchao."

Fortunately, it was a rainy day today and there were few people shopping, so she finally got the magazine on the fourth day after it went on sale.

(End of this chapter)