Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 123 Love Letter
On March 3, the second anniversary of his death and Girls' Day, Kobe had a rare heavy snowfall.

The gray cemetery was also covered in heavy snow, with the black and mottled white of the mourning clothes entangled together.
Today is the anniversary of her fiancé's death. The woman looked up at the sky. White snowflakes were falling endlessly from the colorless and transparent sky. It was so beautiful that it was beyond words. He who died in the snow-capped mountains must have seen the same sky at his last moment.

"It seems that the child caused this snow to fall."

The woman who was supposed to be her mother-in-law said this, and Watanabe Hiroko nodded.

Although it was the anniversary of her fiancé's death, she was surprisingly calm.

I'm sorry, I'm such a heartless woman.

Hiroko Watanabe thought so as she looked at the black and white photo of the man on the shrine.

David Eagleman's "The Life List" says that the three deaths of a person are the body, the funeral, and being forgotten.

Everyone has not forgotten Ashu, but the only reaction to his passing is "he was too young", and that's all.

The mourning process was a bit tiring. I encountered a drunk old man and the climbers who abandoned Ashu on the mountain.

"Hiroko, I'm so sorry, please help take her home."

The person who was speaking was Ashu's father. His wife's own mother-in-law seemed to be feeling unwell.

When she came to Ashu's house in Suma again, Hiroko was a little resistant, but still entered her fiancé's house.

The house seemed dark, as if shrouded by an invisible shadow.

While helping to clean up the house, I found Ashu's belongings.

"Look at this." Ashu's mother found a booklet from the bookshelf and handed it to Hiroko.

“Ah, the graduation album!”

That was Ritsu-nai Junior High School in Otaru City, where the deceased man graduated.

"In Otaru?"

"Yes, Otaru. After leaving Otaru, we went to Yokohama, then Hakata, and then Kobe."

“They are all good places.”

“It’s the same wherever you live.”

"Where exactly in Otaru?"

"No, it's gone. I heard it became the roadbed of a national highway or something."

Accidentally flipping through the photo album from her middle school days, looking at the man's young face, Watanabe Hiroko suddenly had a strange idea.

【Write a letter to him, write a letter to the dead. 】
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"and then?"

Sumida-ku, Tokyo.

Inside the ruins of the youth activity center.

A group of young people watched eagerly as Longchuan Che told stories and his girlfriend wrote stories.

"What then?"

Longchuan Che picked up the hot tea on the table and took a sip. He only provided the framework of ideas, and the specific content of the novel was written by his girlfriend.

"Letter, after writing the letter, what? It won't really be received, will it?"

I have to say that Ryukawa Tetsu has a talent for storytelling, and he renders his stories very well.

A woman who lost her fiancé, a faint sense of sadness in the snow, Ying Sili sighed that he was worthy of being the person who wrote "Snow Country", the faint sense of sadness in his sentences was exactly the same.

"Where did you write it?"

Longchuan Che buried his head towards his girlfriend.

The most important things in popular novels are the plot and story line, and the writing style and rhetoric are not the most important parts.

How to make the story more attractive.

The beginning of "Love Letter" begins with a memorial.

Does the calm woman miss her boyfriend? Will the letter she sends to heaven be answered?

Cast out the hook and look at the young people scratching their heads nearby and you will know that this story will be attractive.

“Write here.”

Songzhi Muzi mentioned the part where the woman burned incense and offered sacrifices, and Longchuan Che said that this part should be emphasized.

"You guys aren't leaving yet?"

Longchuan Che turned his head and was shocked. He didn't know when a group of people gathered here.

During his busy writing time, he tells stories and teaches how to write novels here.

Everyone who came to join in the fun was attracted.

A letter sent to heaven, everyone is curious whether there will be a response.

"Idol, I was wrong. Please finish the story. I shouldn't have doubted that you can't write popular literature."

Everyone seemed to be greedy, Ying Sili even more so.

He didn't know whether he was exaggerating or trying to be funny, but he pulled Longchuan Che's arm and rubbed it.

I feel a little disgusted and a little nauseous.

Longchuan Tetsu took a sip of the hot tea that someone had made for him.

Longchuan Che put down the cup and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm just a creator who likes to write pure literature, interesting stories in popular literature, etc."

Longchuan Che looked at Ying Sili and smiled.

“I’m not very good at it.”

Damn, this guy is a black-bellied person.

The people who gathered together looked at each other in bewilderment. It looked like this bastard was going to stop writing today.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, everyone go home."

It was already eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening and the lights were dim.

Those who couldn't hear the story waved goodbye and left in boredom.

"Idol, you can teach Sister Muzi when we arrive tomorrow." Before leaving, Ying Sili did not forget to remind.

"roll."

Long Chuan Che uttered a word lightly.

Ying Sili is the type of person who will keep asking for more. The nicer you are to him, the closer he will stick to you.

"Okay, Commander!"

Ying Sili saluted with a grin and ran away.

"Love Letter" is obviously a medium-length novel, and it is impossible to finish it in one night. These tense young people may have something to relax later.

"The story is well told."

Miraculously, no one stayed today to occupy the library and continue writing books. I wonder if they were going to guess the subsequent plot of "Love Letter".

Natsuko Imamura stood up and nodded to Toru Ryukawa with a smile.

The lamp shadows float and the moonlight rises.

Longchuan Che turned around and found that his girlfriend was still looking at him eagerly.

Oh, yes, she is stuck.

She didn't know how to describe the part about the memorial service.

"Do you think Hiroko misses Shu?"

After hesitating for a moment, Longchuan Che did not teach her directly.

The creator can write better if he starts from the protagonist's perspective and there is emotional resonance.

"Um"

Longchuan Che noticed that his girlfriend looked him up and down.

"You're not imagining that I'm dead, are you?" Long Chuan Che's eyelids twitched.

"I thought so." Songzhi Muzi blushed.

"Then you need to add some small details here. You can express Hiroko's missing through some tiny things without saying it out loud."

For some reason, Longchuan Che felt a little soft inside, wondering if it was because his girlfriend was expressing that she missed him.

There is no doubt that Hiroko loves Ashu. Her calmness may not mean she is heartless, but it is also possible that she is mourning him all the time and has long accepted the fact that the man has passed away.

"But this acceptance can also be triggered by a certain moment."

Longchuan Che pointed to the scene where a woman burns incense.

"What do you think should be written here?"

Although it was a question, Longchuan Tetsu still filled in the original text.
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A grain of snow swept past, and the flame of the incense stick was extinguished. Hiroko thought it was his prank, and her chest tightened.

“Why do you think it’s written like this?”

Longchuan Che asked with a smile.

This sentence is unique to the novel, and it is a plot that cannot be shown even after it is made into a movie.

The picture cannot show that kind of sudden movement, and the tension of the text is reflected here.

"Love Letter" is the most delicate book describing the emotions between men and women.

It contains youth, secret love, and the most sincere feelings.

Longchuan Che felt that it was very suitable for his girlfriend. He held his face and looked at his girlfriend, wanting to see how she would answer.

"When I was burning incense, the incense sticks were extinguished by the snow."

The girlfriend hesitated for a moment and looked at Longchuan Che.

"It was like someone dead was talking to her."

"I got your thoughts."

"Please let me go."

(End of this chapter)