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

Chapter 127: Waiting for the Wind to Come Down

A report on the Youth Prize helped the Japanese people better understand the writing industry.

Some people like to write while standing, while others have a flood of inspiration at night.

A stack of clean white paper must be placed on the table, and high-quality erasers are a necessity for many people.

Of course, compared with these interesting small reports, the two articles promoted by the Youth Award are more eye-catching.

"The Silent River" contains heartwarming stories, and "Youth" tells people that what makes people young is not the body but the mentality.

Mainstream media rarely promote popular literature and miscellaneous literature in this way. This practice is probably no less than recommending novels on the News Broadcast.

There was a huge response at once, and the periphery of the Youth Award, which was in ruins, was occasionally visited by people who claimed to be fans of Sensei Takashi and Sensei Saijo, to show their support.

Takagi is Takagi Rei, and Nishijo is the author of "The Silent River", a somewhat introverted little girl.

"Nishijo, we're famous."

Ying Sili has been smiling all the time these past few days.

He was only slightly famous before, but he couldn't even think about having fans.

Now, some people come to visit him from time to time and say they will always support him.

"It feels great, great."

Ying Sili put his hands behind his head, with a comfortable and happy smile on his face.

For some reason, Longchuan Tetsu has a good story but he doesn't write it down recently.

The exposure resources of the Youth Awards should have originally belonged to him, but now they have all been intercepted by him.

"Idol!"

Just then he saw Longchuan Che passing by, and Ying Sili called out to him.

"Many people have already finished their works. What are you waiting for?"

Longchuan Che held the chocolate bar that Muzi fed him and looked at the sky outside the house.

"Waiting for the wind."

There was no wind or rain over Tokyo, but the sky over the sea to the south was a bit depressing.

The sky above the sea was covered by thick clouds, and the once blue sea surface now looked dark.

Located in a hotel by the sea, this is where the Akutagawa Prize is awarded every year.

Different from the somewhat idle amateur troupe at the Youth Festival, everything here is serious and orderly.

Ten manuscripts were placed in front of twenty judges, and each judge took turns reading them and writing down comments and giving scores.

"The Rogue", "Tsuruhachi and Tsurujiro", "Bullfight", "Season of the Sun", "The Emperor's New Clothes".
Many of them are works that have caused a huge response in the literary world last year. Of course, there are also some that did not sell well, but they were selected by these literary masters because they were considered to have literary value.

"The quality of the shortlisted works this time can be said to be the highest in history."

Yufu Kaga and monk Hirohei stood in front of the literary work "Cang Mang", and the old man who wrote "Rakumeikan" raised his glasses.

“It focuses on the lower classes and describes the 30s when Japan’s militarism ruled. It depicts them with delicate brushstrokes and sympathy.”

The old man sighed.

“No matter where, no matter what ideology or religion, war always brings suffering to the people.”

Grand banquet hall, pen and ink, literary works.

Monk Hongping was not interested in "Cang Mang", which was also an anti-war literature, but instead picked up another book.

“This one is good too.”

The old monk had a hoarse voice and the novel he picked up was called "Splitting Tongue".

Different from the relaxed and humorous creative environment of Ryukawa Toru, the Akutagawa Prize selection scene was quiet and depressing.

Kaga Youfeng picked up the novel with the strange name and took a look.

"It revolves around the popular "body modification" in Japan. The protagonist is regarded as a typical representative of the new generation of Japanese girls. She is not satisfied with the six earrings on her ears. She is also keen on wearing a tongue piercing, piercing the tip of her tongue, and even having surgery to split her tongue from the front. At the same time, she tattooed the patterns of Kirin and dragon on her back, hoping to gain inner spiritual stability."

Kaga Youfeng was stunned.

"Do you think this book is better than "The Rogue"? "

Monk Hongping lived in the 1930s, and the military rule left him with pain.

He was afraid that that evil era would reappear, so he resolutely embarked on the path of class literature.

“I’m not really old-fashioned.” The old monk picked up the pen and gave “Splitting Tongue” the highest score.

“Militarism is a thing of the last century, and I will not let the people forget it, but The Split Tongue is obviously more suitable for the current environment.”

Many people say that the period from Showa to Heisei was a period in which the bloodiness disappeared.

The older generation is passionate about advancement, while the new generation of young people lies down at home and reads comics.

Monk Hongping believed that literature had the significance of guiding social progress, so he gave "Splitting Tongue" the highest score.

Confused young people seek excitement through body transformation.
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My tongue would split, and in this sun-drenched world where there wasn't a single dark corner for me to hide, I had to at least find a way to use my body as a shadow to cover myself.

This theme points out the voices of some contemporary rebellious young people, and also represents that in the mind of Monk Honghei, the Heisei generation is a wasted generation.

"Still mad at that young man?"

What Hongping said makes sense, but the change he made was definitely due to the young man who appeared a month ago.

Ryuukawa Toru, who could have been a great help to the literary world, would rather destroy his own works than give them to Monk Hongping.

"As long as he doesn't join us, I will continue to worry."

Monk Hongping looked at his hands, which were covered with ugly burn scars.

The fire at Xiuchan Temple seemed to have spread from the temple walls to him.

"You are possessed."

"He is possessed by a demon."

As the two chatted, Kaga Youfeng let out a long sigh.

"correct."

As if he remembered something at random, Kaga Yufu said:

"How do we handle the Ministry of Education's Youth Award?"

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this national movement is aimed at weakening the influence of writers. It is hard to believe that these great figures representing the Japanese literary world are still leisurely selecting works here.

The old monk frowned and asked softly:

"What did he write?"

That large group of young people might not be enough for the old monk to defeat alone, Kaga Youfeng looked strange.

“It seems like nothing is written.”

Longchuan Che was slacking off at the Youth Cultural Center. Not only did the government know about it, but the news also reported that a large group of people held story-telling sessions every night.

“That’s how people become useless.”

Monk Hongping curled the corners of his mouth and sneered.

Seeing that the old monk was about to lower his head to continue looking at other works, Kaga Youfeng pulled him back in surprise.

"Don't care?"

The government's move this time is, after all, aimed at those people who engage in class literature, and the monk's indifference makes people feel helpless.

I feel a little impatient, but I can't just ignore the flies flying around my head.

Monk Hongping frowned and took the newspaper handed to him.

"Youth" and "Silent River" occupied the largest space.

"A bunch of ignorant kids."

The article that was widely hyped outside was thrown aside by the old monk.

The old man thought for a moment, picked up the copy of "Slit Tongue" on which he had just written a review, and then picked up another one at random.

"Publicize it."

The old monk said casually.

"You..." Kaga Youfeng's pupils shrank when he saw the contents of the two works.

Lightning flashed in the thunderclouds over the Izu Peninsula.

The power of heaven is unpredictable, and all insects are silent.

(End of this chapter)