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

Chapter 207: Cat's Eye, No Access

Mingzhijin will also participate in the Yaowang Poetry Meeting.

But he arrived a little late.

Accompanying several Waseda students, he met an elegant middle-aged man who was preparing to climb the mountain at the foot of the mountain.

Wearing glasses and carrying a briefcase, it was Ono Taro from Shinchosha.

"Xiao Ye, why are you here?"

The literary circle is not big, but not small either. Meiji Jin is acquainted with the editor-in-chief of Shincho.

"Find someone."

Ryuukawa Tetsu's first editor-in-chief shrugged, patted his briefcase and said nothing more.

"Let's go together then."

The other party was most likely here to look for his student, so Mingzhijin smiled and invited him to join him.

The climb was gentle, but neither of them was here to hang out, so they took the cable car up the mountain from the foot of the mountain.

The spring breeze was leisurely, the cable car was swaying under the bright sunshine, and tiny poem signs were floating all over Mt. Takao.

The poems seemed to contain all kinds of calligraphy and literature. Mingzhijin smiled as he watched the scenery along the way.

"This is the masterpiece of that young man you dug out of the ravine."

The old man is in his sixties or seventies, and as one of the judges of the Akutagawa Prize, he is highly respected in the literary world.

Ono Taro half-bent his body and was stunned for a moment.

"That rascal."

The editor-in-chief smiled, he was not aware of this matter.

"Aren't you surprised?"

Akechi Jin glanced at the other person. He was surprised for a long time when Shirakawa Taketo told him.

How should we teach someone who created the "sketching method" at the age of 18?

The old professor lost several gray hairs that night due to worry.

The old man's tone was somewhat admiring, but Ono Taro shook his head.

"Instead of delving into these trivialities, I would rather he write a few good works."

Ono Taro seemed somewhat indifferent to the now popular "new haiku", and Akechi Susumu was stunned for a moment and then nodded.

"Indeed, no matter how hard you try, haiku can never compare to novels."

Pure literature itself is a niche, and haiku is even a niche within the niche.

Although there seems to be a boom in haiku writing in the literary world right now, this state of affairs is unlikely to last long.

New things are always welcome, but the decline of haiku is an established fact.

Even a great writer like Masaoka Shiki only kept haiku alive for a period of time, but novels are the main genre of modern literature.

Strong modeling ability, rich expression content and plot.

While being readable, it can also convey the author's complete ideas to readers.

"If I hadn't known that he had been writing non-stop, I would have found a time to stop him."

Ono Taro lifted his briefcase and said something resentful in his tone, which made Akechi Jin smile awkwardly.

When they reached the heart of the mountain, they came to the gate of Yaowang Temple.

"Imamura-san."

When they reached the door, they saw a girl in a gilded kimono. One of the students brought by Mingzhi Jin shouted in surprise.

"Why are you here?"

Natsuko Imamura was a little indifferent to the people around her and just nodded to ordinary classmates.

Then he looked at Ono Taro with a smile.

"Thank you for helping me out, Uncle Ono."

The two knew each other and were very familiar with each other.

Taro Ono has a close relationship with the Kujo family. He looked at the girl with a look of surprise.

"Congratulations on your award, Xia Zi."

Ryukawa Toru helped to deliver some things and also told him that Imamura Natsuko won the Akutagawa Prize.

There was a golden watch chain shining on the girl's chest, and some of the Waseda students were speechless.

"Akuta, Akutagawa Prize?" What does it mean to be an 18-year-old winner of the Akutagawa Prize? When everyone is studying articles in school, the other party may already have an article that is about to be included in the study materials by the Ministry of Education.

"Stop teasing me, Uncle Ono."

The girl did not agree, but instead smiled helplessly.

"Did you get the stuff?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? That guy didn't explain himself clearly. I think he is increasingly looking down on me as the editor-in-chief!"

The two of them walked and talked, and Mingzhi Jin, who was a little confused, quickly followed.

He knew what the Akutagawa Award had given him. What did Ryukawa Toru ask the editor-in-chief of Shincho to bring?
As soon as he walked into Yakuoji Temple, Mingzhijin was stunned.

His student was surrounded by people in three layers, and some of them were staring at him anxiously, as if they were worried that he would run away.

“What does it mean that “I Am a Cat” is a life drawing method?”

"Isn't life sketching used to create haiku? Do you mean it can also be used to create novels?"

From time to time, people surrounded Ryukawa Tetsu and asked questions. Akechi Jin noticed that the ones asking the most urgent questions were Oobi Ichiro and others.

Those people have not produced any outstanding works in recent years, and they are now surrounding Longchuan Che in a panic.

"what happened?"

Mingzhijin walked up to an old professor who wanted to move closer but was embarrassed.

This person is from Kyoto University, and the two schools often have academic exchanges.

"Your students..."

The man named Tachibana Muji looked at Akechi Shin with some envy.

Such people often appear in history.

For example, Murasaki Shikibu a thousand years ago and Matsuo Basho a hundred years ago.

They left behind achievements that were destined to be remembered at some point, and Ryuukawa Tetsu's future mention of his teacher will not be able to escape this either.

Sometimes it is easier to leave a name for yourself by simply accepting a student than by working hard on research.

Tachibana gnashed his teeth.

"The life sketching method is not for writing haiku, it is..."

"Yes, life sketching is used to write novels."

Longchuan Che sat on a stone step at the entrance of Yaowang Temple, feeling a little impatient.

There was a hint of alcohol on his face, and even as a group of people surrounded him, his words were still sharp.

"The life drawing method emphasizes describing things fairly and objectively, mostly from a human perspective. I've put the perspective on the cat, but you still don't understand and are only concerned with pursuing details. So what if I say you're pedantic and rigid?"

Ryukawa Toru was sitting on the steps, and Akechi Jin felt that his student was both like him and unlike him.

Amid the rising aroma of wine, it seemed as if a great writer had arrived from across time and space.

He worked as a teacher in Songshan and became a teacher.

His close friend Masaoka Shiki died crying blood, while he worked hard to create sketches.

Simple, fast and clean.

The novel is written in plain language, eliminating most of the obscurity of pure literature.

Because his theories and creations have benefited many people, many writers who were unable to write have been able to pick up their pens again through sketches.

He is the teacher's teacher and the teacher's teacher.

"Can the life drawing method... be used to write novels?"

Akechi Jin was stunned for a moment when he heard what Ryukawa Toru said.

He took a few steps forward and came to Ono Taro's side.

The editor-in-chief has an article in his hand titled “The Essentials of Sketching”
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They must have the same outlook on life, spying on the neighbor's daughter and the old man across the street through the same hole.
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It is my responsibility to introduce this hole. No, my duty is to explain what the human world looks like when peeping through this hole.
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How can we see life when we see the world through cat's eyes? The life-sketching method can only extend the life of haiku to less than half a century. I don't want Shiki's achievements to be limited to just one haiku.

On that sunny spring day, Ming Zhijin read the essentials of sketching theory, which was a masterpiece of the master, and also read "I Am a Cat", which integrated sketching into his works.

Many years later, the old teacher looked at his students and asked this question.

"There are so many sketches, why did you choose the controversial "I Am a Cat"?"

His rebellious student said:
“Can’t you stand a film called ‘I Am a Cat’ that reflects the reality of literati?”

"But cat's eyes are not for me."

(End of this chapter)