The Wonderful Daily Life of Nogizaka

"Again? So fast!"

The old man was taken aback, and he quickly took it and opened it. Oh my goodness, this is another excellent piece of writing that is as good as the previous two sentences!

"The grass in my garden is so cute that it is limited to the sky and the earth today."

In just one sentence, the unique image of spring's vigorous vitality and the revival of all things almost burst out. It easily brought the unique advantages of haiku to the extreme, and the spring rain as precious as oil seemed to flow out of the paper and splash on him.

Yishou saw that he was no longer happy, but sad, and couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

After all, what kind of unbelievable circumstances could lead such a talented young man to become an idol instead of a writer? What a waste!

With such talent, wouldn't it be better to stay and write books and become a writer? Become an idol! As long as you are willing to study patiently, there will definitely be a place among the top ranks of contemporary neon local writers! And these are no longer as valued as they used to be.

Traditional literature will surely shine again in his hands!

"Old guy, why are you so startled? What happened again?"

At this moment, a steady voice suddenly came from the side.

The speaker was also an old man, and he was accompanied by six or seven adults of different ages. The oldest was about fifty years old, and the youngest looked no more than thirty. You could tell by looking at his temperament and behavior.

They are all people working in literature. And this is indeed the case. These people are some of the well-known writers invited to this event. To a certain extent, it can even be said that these people in front of them represent most of Akita and other countries.

Literary circles in several surrounding counties.

The influence can be imagined.

As for the old man who spoke, his name is Satake, and he is also one of the organizers this time. His identity can be understood with just a few simple words to describe its importance - the current Akita Prefecture Governor Satake Norihisa is his nephew.

At the same time, he is also one of the most famous Chinese people in Akita.

Such a person is naturally qualified to call the curator in front of him an old guy. Of course, this is also related to the fact that they have been friends for many years.

"You're here just in time! Look at these haiku -"

Seeing that his friend was well, the curator was not polite and pulled him over, then gave him the paper in his hand.

Satake was stunned for a moment, then chuckled slightly: "Haiku? What kind of haiku can make an old guy like you get so excited, blowing your beard and staring? If nothing else, among the writers we invited today, what kind of haiku can you write?

There are quite a few people with good sentences, haven’t you seen enough?”

"Stop talking nonsense! You'll know after you've seen it!"

The old man shook his sleeves and urged angrily.

"Okay, okay, I can't watch it anymore. Seeing how anxious you are, those who don't know think you wrote it?"

Satake immediately comforted the other party with a funny face, but felt that the other party was as excited as a child and couldn't help laughing.

"I write? I don't have the ability to write such a sentence! Do you want to read it? If you don't want to read it, I will show it to Murakami-san and the others behind you first, so as not to waste your time here——"

The old man pointed at the writers next to him and tried to take a few haiku poems away from them, but Satake dodged them. The expressions of the people next to him were obviously a little curious about the conversation between the two.

I became interested in several freshly released haiku, so I urged them one after another.

Of course, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, and educated people are arrogant. Although the old man's performance seems very real, they don't think it can be any better, they just regard it as true.

There are just some well-written haiku.

It would definitely be difficult for them to write this kind of sentence directly on the spot, but if they are willing to go back and think about it slowly, it may not be that difficult -

As great writers, they have such confidence.

"Okay, let me take a look...well, my garden's little grass is cute and it is limited to the sky and the earth is now やよみがへるらし——"

As soon as Satake opened it, what he saw happened to be the piece of haiku that the curator had just marveled at. While he was reciting it softly, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled. However, as he recited it, the curvature of the corners of his mouth became flatter and flatter, and his voice became louder and louder.

He came lower and lower, and finally slowly formed a tight line. His eyes opened wider and wider, staring at the words on the paper in disbelief.

"This...this-"

"How is it? Now you know how powerful it is, right?"

The curator suddenly couldn't help but laugh, feeling relaxed all over, looking at him proudly and jokingly.

The old man couldn't say a word for a long time, and his face turned red after holding it in for a long time. In the end, he could only mutter: "...This is so damn well written!"

"It's good to know. In addition to this article, there are others later——"

Seeing that his friend had turned into what he had been before, the curator was overjoyed. He glanced at him sideways, and then pointed at him as a reminder.

"besides?"

Satake was smart, and then he remembered that the other person just said to read these articles, and quickly flipped through the following articles. The moment the words came into view, he took a breath and felt goosebumps rising on his skin.

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"Such...sentences like this should only exist in textbooks and history books! In this day and age, can anyone still write such a good sentence? Young people are terrible!"

The few people around him were itchy by his performance, but after all, they were all well-known writers and people who had a place in the literary world. Their inner arrogance did not allow them to act too impatient, so they had to look at his nose and his heart.

, while remaining silent, he squinted at the text above, preparing to see what kind of good sentence it was written to make them sigh like this.

However, it was better not to look at it. Upon looking at it, several people were stunned on the spot, frowning and thinking hard for a long time, and finally shook their heads and sighed in despair.

"It's really awesome, I'm willing to give up -"

"Such a sentence is possible, but it would be difficult to write it on the spot——"

"Then you are better than me, Murakami-san. I don't think I can write such an excellent haiku even if I go back and give me time to study it slowly. It would take me ten days and eight months to write it. It can be seen that apart from talent, if you want

To write such a sentence without more than ten years of careful study is definitely wishful thinking——"

Several people smiled bitterly. The curator, who had been laughed at by his friends just now, looked on with cold eyes. Perhaps he felt that the shocking effect was not enough, so he silently corrected it.

"More than ten years? That's not necessarily the case. The authors of these haiku are still standing outside. They are just a group of teenage idols, about the same age as your daughters who are still in school-"

The old man said leisurely.

"What?"

"Teenage! Still an idol?"

"Is the idol industry so competitive now? This is too exaggerated!"

Several people were stunned, their jaws almost dropped to the floor. The shock brought by this sentence was no less shocking than when they had witnessed these haiku before.

After all, if a peer with good talent and about the same age writes it, even if they are a little disappointed, that's all. What they are best at is writing. They are writers rather than poets. Writing haiku is the icing on the cake.

matter.

But now, the authors who wrote such good sentences are actually just a group of little idols about the same age as their own daughters? The contrast is too great. Thinking about it, I just feel that my writing career over the years seems to have lived like a dog.

It’s so ordinary, it’s really embarrassing——

"Look, isn't there a name written on the back?"

The curator turned over the paper with the haiku written on it, and then revealed the name to several people. However, as they looked at it, he was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously murmured: "Sony Music Nogizaka 46, Rina Ikoma

...What a familiar name? Ikoma? Is it that Ikoma?"

"That's right, it's the Ikoma from Yuri Honjo City."

Satake on the side suddenly struck up a conversation and looked at each other with a meaningful smile on his face.