Chapter 7 6. Old books

1 In a place in the western suburbs far from Tokyo, Toji Chofu, who lives a secluded life, received an invitation from the weekly magazine R, partly by chance. Chofu Tonji is a writer in his fifties.When he was young and popular, he often wrote family novels, love novels, etc., and published them in women's magazines, earning the tears of many readers.There was no television at that time, and most of his novels were immediately put on the screen, making his works even more sensational.The name Chofu Tonji is more idolized in film companies than in magazines. However, times have changed.New writers emerged one after another, and without realizing it, Tonji Chofu was left behind.He could no longer hold the interest of the readers of the women's magazines, he felt.It can be said that the era of Changfu Dunzhi ended twenty years ago.Now, I occasionally write some short readings or essays, but at least the readers have not completely forgotten his name.

He disposed of the house in Mita built during his peak period, sold his collection of art, and retired to a rural area near the mountains of Tokyo.Due to the inconvenient transportation, even some curious old editors were alienated.If the magazine wants to ask him to write, a phone call is enough, and after the manuscript is finished, there will be no special messenger to pick it up, asking him to send it by express mail. Ten years ago, Toji Chofu died of his wife who was a painter.There are two daughters under her knees, and of course they already have husbands' families, and they are currently living with the old servant and his wife.Fortunately, before disposing of Sanda's hometown, I accepted a friend's suggestion and half-jokingly bought a land of about 400 square meters here, which was more than enough to build a country house.And this house was built when the number in the passbook hadn't started to decrease, so it became a chic house with a tea ceremony style that is rare in this area.There are also natural groves and small bamboo groves in the garden. Water was brought from the stream and many carps were raised, so it can be regarded as worthy of his reputation in the past.In fact, people who visit may mistakenly think that it is some chaebol's villa.

It was a cold day in early spring, and a car came very rarely and stopped in front of the door.From the car, a man came down with a gift of Ginza Western Dim Sum and a business card of the deputy editor-in-chief of the weekly magazine. The deputy editor-in-chief asked him to write serial novels.This magazine has female readers as the main body, and he was asked to write period novels suitable for this type of readers to be serialized for half a year. Changfu Dunzhi readily agreed.Of course, the issue of manuscript fee still needs to be discussed, but after such a long time, there is another opportunity to write a serial, and Xinyue has occupied his heart first. R magazine is quite popular among women's weekly magazines.What makes him feel strange is that the serials in this weekly magazine are all written by active writers, how could they come to him who is no longer popular?He asked half-jokingly and half-seriously.

It is hoped that the husband can give full play to his talents.Mr. is still young, it is not appropriate to put on an old face so early. The vice president replied with a smile. I'm no old man. He became famous very early, and in this regard, everyone is worthy of his name.However, the vice president's implication seems to imply pity for a gradually forgotten person, a writer who has just entered the old world, and it seems to be a gamble.No, not only that, I only realized it later: it just so happened that the next serial in the schedule was due to a sudden illness of the master writer who was unable to write for the time being, so I found him here.

Therefore, the time is very tight.The works currently being serialized will end in three weeks.When the club was in a panic, they asked several writers for help, but no one could accept it.Everyone is too busy. An editorial meeting was held in the agency.It is easy to temporarily suspend publication of a serial, but the original space must be filled by the editorial department with general manuscripts.The editorial department simply does not have such spare capacity, so novels are still needed to determine the length of novels.At this moment, a female editor mentioned the name of Changfu Tonji.The situation was urgent, and although the editor-in-chief was not very happy, he still had to accept it.

The serialization of Tonji Chofu started from this accident. However, regardless of the motivation, it is extremely gratifying for Touji Chofu to be invited to serialize a novel after a long absence.In the past, his modern novels and period novels (period novels are set in ancient times, as opposed to modern novels) accounted for half, so he was not at all embarrassed to receive the invitation for period novels.His chest, which had been empty for a long time, suddenly swelled up, and vitality also gushed forth along with it. Before long, however, he began to worry.The matter was agreed to, but I just couldn't think of what to write.

Maybe it's because I haven't written a novel for a long time, and I don't even have a clue.A brain that lacks experience seems to be paralyzed. He is restless.I finally spent a lot of effort and weaved two stories, but even I felt that it was too pale.The agreed delivery date is approaching mercilessly.In the end, I wanted to find some cold rice to stir-fry. I ran around the second-hand bookstores in Kanda for two or three days, but I still didn't find anything satisfactory.He found that all the more interesting novels were written by other novelists.The rows of bookshelves in the second-hand bookstore looked so desolate in front of his eyes.

A week passed in a blink of an eye, and there were only twenty days left before the deadline.The real house leak happens to rain all night.About a month ago, he accepted an invitation from the Fuchu City Board of Education in Hiroshima Prefecture to give a speech, and he had to make such a trip the day after tomorrow.He really wanted to say he was sick and call to report his leave, but he also thought that he might go over there to change the atmosphere, maybe a good idea would suddenly appear, and he didn't know.Anyway, only stay for one night, and fly back the next day. This place in Fuchu is to go to Hiroshima first, then turn back for about three hours, and then change to the branch line from Fukuyama to enter the mountainous area. The traffic is quite inconvenient.Normally, this inconvenience would be a pleasure to him, but this moment just made him anxious and impatient.In the midst of all this tossing, the deadline was still pressing.If it is too late, it is very likely that this may be the last chance, and it will be missed.

As a last resort, I hurriedly dealt with the speech.He declined all the subsequent symposiums and the banquet hosted by the Education Committee, and returned to the hotel.Originally hoped that this change of atmosphere would bring good ideas, but it seemed to be in vain.He walked out of the hotel almost in desperation, and walked on the street. Fuchu is indeed a rural town.It is said that in the past this was the seat of the government of the Bingo region, and only Bingo Kasuri (a type of fabric.) has been known around the world since then.But at present, this local product has also declined, and it has become a lonely small town.Changfu Dunzhi turned from the main street to the back street, and happened to see an old bookstore beside the dark alleyway.Half of the store is filled with antiques and old furniture.

Changfu Dunzhi walked in without any expectation.It was past nine o'clock, and he was the only one in the shop.Those old books are not worth looking at, and the history books are only local history.Among them, he happened to see a thread-bound book and pulled it out.It's really old and stinky, but the cover looks like brocade cloth.The title of the book is Muromachi Night Talk, and if you flip through it casually, it is all printed in old-fashioned typesetting.Look at the back cover, it was issued in April 25th of the Meiji era.The author's name is Akio Hayashida, a scholar of literature, and it is divided into three volumes.

He read a few pages in the first volume, which, as the title indicates, seems to be a historical story of the time when Ashikaga and Yoshimitsu brothers were shoguns (the Ashikaga brothers successively served as the Muromachi shogun from the end of the fourteenth century to the beginning of the fifteenth century.). The bald old man sitting inside got up sleepily and walked over.Tonji Changfu still didn't have any expectations, he was rushed to buy the book just because the boss seemed to be closing.The asking price is a total of 1,000 yen for the upper, middle and lower volumes. This Mr. Hayashida Akio is a man from our house, and he is a remarkable person.You can buy something good. The old man told him so after wrapping the book in old newspaper.Changfu Dunzhi had never heard of the name Hayashida Akio, and thought it was just a country second-hand bookstore owner boasting about a local character and saying something nice about it. In fact: he unearthed a treasure. 2 Chofu read the Muromachi Night Talk on the return flight and jumped up for joy.The content is very, very interesting.Simply put, it is the story of the wives and concubines of the two shoguns vying for favor.There are more than a dozen women, in which humbleness, vanity, jealousy, conspiracy, decline and defeat are repeated.The era happened to be the maturing period of the splendid Ashikaga shogunate.In addition to these heroines, there are also their closeness, plus the powerful ministers who manipulate them behind the scenes. The power of the martial arts family at that time and the romantic style of Gongqing, and there are all kinds of poems, Liange, Ji Xingwen, etc. As long as it is handled properly, it may become a magnificent and powerful work. Of course, there is nothing exciting in the original text.First, it uses classical Chinese style, and the description is also old-fashioned.The article is sincere, but it is still written down, it is already a wonderful story, and there is no need to spend much time on the structure.It is enough to add some descriptions appropriately in the narrative.This is really a godsend, fortunately, he did not refuse Fuchu's speech.Going for a walk, maybe there will be good ideas after the atmosphere changes, this premonition has been fully realized. However, Tonji Chofu still had two worries. One is that such a wonderful book, someone may have already written it.Since he is not very keen on reading, this is a concern.If someone had actually written it, then he would inevitably be blamed for making nothing. The other is Akio Hayashida, a scholar of letters. Could he be a famous scholar?Is it just me who doesn't know it?Of course, this book was released in the 25th year of Meiji (1892), so the author must have passed away. If he is a famous scholar, then this Muromachi Night Talk must have been read by many people.If you use such a book to write a novel, you will immediately give up.This is not acceptable.He's been quiet for so long, and he might be accused of a lack of creativity. These two doubts and fears became unfounded worries after returning to Tokyo. He went to one of the oldest and old-fashioned second-hand bookstores in Kanda, and deliberately asked if there was such a book by such an author.The old shop owner shook his head and said he didn't know at all.Even many scholars and experts had to respect the boss's knowledge of used books, so Dunzhi was a little relieved, but just to be cautious, he also visited several second-hand bookstores, and the results were the same. Still not relaxing, he went to the National Library to inquire, and learned that this library also had no collections.In this way, it can be said that no one in Japan knows this book anymore. The vice president of Journal R called and asked him about the progress of the manuscript.Dunji energetically assured that the first draft would be delivered before the deadline.What kind of content?He told the other party a rough plot.The other party seemed not satisfied with the background of the Muromachi period, but he still replied forcefully: "Things with the background of the Muromachi period can also be popular, I am 100% sure." The serialized novels of Chofu Tonji appeared in the R magazine, and from about the fourth issue, there was a response from readers.Some readers sent letters to their homes, and the editorial department received more and more submissions.This time, the deputy editor brought whiskey to encourage him. Sir, you are so young.We really didn't expect to give them a wonderful masterpiece, and we are all very happy.The reviews are also very good. Tonji Chofu smiled and listened to the other party.He didn't think the vice president was flattering.While writing, he himself felt that it would definitely be a hit. There is no need to arrange any plot at all, as long as the Muromachi night talk is rewritten into a modern text.Of course, psychological description needs to be added. In this regard, he used the previous skills.Since the structure of the original book is very solid, it seems that it can be written according to the blueprint.He took the title "Pictures of Ronghua Women", and after ten issues were published, the editor-in-chief personally asked him to continue writing for another year.At first it was the deputy editor-in-chief who was sent to invite manuscripts, but this time not only the chief editor came by himself, but also accompanied by a director. About eight months after the serialization began, the novel has completely won the unanimous praise of the reading circle.Recently, there are no novels in weekly magazines that are particularly popular.At such a time, the picture of Ronghua women depicts the gorgeous background and the women burning like flames who are frantic for power and love.There are those who expose the nature of women, some who are only hypocritical and scheming day and night, and there are also poor people who have fallen out of favor and realized the impermanence of the world and escaped into Buddhism.In order to suppress the local officials, General Yoshimitsu often traveled far to pay homage to various local shrines and Buddhist pavilions. The extravagant appearance is like a colorful picture scroll.Such elegant, magnificent and climax-filled period novels are really rare. First of all, the names of the women in the text have never appeared in any historian's writing.The more Dunzhi read it carefully, the more he was amazed at the profound knowledge of Hayashi Tian Qiufu, a scholar of letters.That's amazing, he thought.Although there is no reference to each one, it is impossible to write such a thing without studying ancient books and documents.Such a Bachelor of Arts in Lintian is not well-known.I think it was a dedicated scholar in the Meiji period who buried Cao Lai silently.If he hadn't used this book as the basis of the novel, he would really like to check this BA and highlight him. In the reader column of R magazine, every issue publishes a book, and the words of praise are exactly the same: a masterpiece that can be compared with the Tale of Genji; the investigation is extremely detailed and comprehensive; This situation is not limited to readers, and comments on such novels have also begun to appear in the cultural columns of various newspapers.They were all in amazement at Tonji Chofu's masterpiece, especially the investigation of historical facts and customs in the text.On the one hand, it is also because the author has been silent for a long time, so he especially gives it a very high evaluation. Chofu Dunji has completed a beautiful comeback, and with this article, he has completely restored his reputation at the peak of previous years.In fact, some critics pointed this out, and some even mentioned the literary prize. Because of the publication of this series in R magazine, the paper in Luoyang was expensive at that time, and the circulation grew rapidly. The president came here to express his gratitude. When Chofu Tonji was intoxicated with happiness, one day he saw a letter in the mail he received.For a long time, there have been many letters from readers, and the reason why this letter particularly attracted his attention was because of the ancient handwriting and the name of the sender was Hayashida Shohei from Fuchu City, Hiroshima Prefecture.It was because of the surnames of Fuchu City and Lintian that he opened this letter first. The masterpiece, the picture of a prosperous woman, seems to be very sensational.When I heard the news, I couldn't help borrowing it to read it from the beginning, and was surprised by it.The writing of the masterpiece is basically a plagiarism of my grandfather Muromachi's night talk, only changing the classical Chinese into a modern one.My grandfather died in Tokyo at the age of fifty. He was a man of great learning. I compared the forty chapters of the serialized masterpiece with the original book of my grandfather.So far, I think the stage knows everything.There is no need to list all the plagiarized places.What I want to tell you is that when my grandfather was writing the Muromachi Night Talk, he worked hard to consult many ancient books.Not only the history books, but also personally went to the shrines and Buddhist pavilions visited by Ashikaga Yoshimitsu and Yoshimitsu, and also visited many fields in the past to read all the ancient documents.The catalog of materials left by my grandfather alone is extremely large. As far as the common information is concerned, there are: Biannang Banknotes, Huajue Three Generations Records, Military Administration Standards, Firewood Discussions, Manji Zhunhou Diaries, Hanlin Hulu Collection, Fuji Records, Longgong Diaries, Bishan Records, Muromachi Temple Travel Records, Yutang Temple Diary Lying in the clouds, eating tea, going to and from Yinliangxuan, recording the biography of the Three Kingdoms, the patriarch's diary, and the visit to the Great Jingu stopped here, because the list is too numerous to list.These are just the famous ones.Nowadays, there are convenient books such as the collection of historical books and Japanese essays, etc., which can be found. Therefore, in the 1920s of the Meiji period, my grandfather searched hard and dabbled. understandable. In addition, Liange, scripts, ballads, etc. in literature, plus Itsukushima Shrine documents, Kumano Shrine documents, Ouchi documents, Hosokawa documents, Mahayana Temple documents, Geshima documents, Ninnaji documents, etc., are even more numerous.The above are just general records, and there are also ancient documents that are not known to the world. The grandfather relied on these to write down the power and glory of General Muromachi, and the lives of the women who lived behind them.Of course, my grandfather was not a literati, so there are only narratives, but the historical facts are accurate.May I ask today's scholars, are there any people with such knowledge?In short, what I want to say is that the works written by my grandfather put so much painstaking effort, there is no single word on the stage to explain the fact that it was stolen. Perhaps Taiduan would say that it was published in the 25th year of Meiji, so it has long been invalid.However, copyright is not a problem, the problem lies in morality.Thanks to the gift of his grandfather's writings, Taiduan has become the target of praise and admiration.Ignorant critics certainly do not know that there are original copies of the works of the grandfather.I thought it was all investigated by the station itself, and I was amazed by it.I have always thought that critics are ignorant people, who just lie down and read other people's works. When someone invites them, they immediately put their personal thoughts into words; The undesirability of human beings is beyond imagination. 3 Matsuda Shohei appeared at the house of Tonji Chofu on the late autumn day shortly after the letter was sent. Changfu Dunzhi entered Shishi's room with his heart agitated as if he had encountered a typhoon.Lin Tianzhuang sat on the side of the glass door with his back facing the riverside scenery. He was about thirty-five or six years old, and he was dirty.Tonji Changfu hoped that the conversation between the two of them would not remain in memory.It was such an unpleasant conversation.Lin Tian repeated the contents of the letter on the tip of his tongue again, and criticized: "My grandfather didn't rest in peace when he died. Mr. is already a great writer, why did he come out like this." Dunzhi listened silently, and finally guessed that this person was just asking for money.From the outside you know that life is not going well.Hayashida also said that he ran away from his hometown, Fuchu City, Hiroshima Prefecture, hoping to find a job in Tokyo.He also said that he divorced his wife very early and is currently alone.That flushed face was undoubtedly the result of frequent drinking. Hayashida Shohei also brought a volume of Muromachi Night Talks, as if to serve as evidence.It's the same book that Tonji bought at a second-hand bookstore in Fuchu, but it's very old and dirty. Hayashida once again ridiculed Dunji's works, which are still spreading like wildfire, and ridiculed the critics who didn't know the source, but only praised them.That kind of tone seems to reveal this secret to the outside world at any time.Of course it was extortion.Because even if Lin Tian wrote the secret in a newspaper or magazine, he would not earn a penny. In the end, it was Dunzhi who offered 100,000 yuan to buy an old book.But there is one condition: Regarding this book, Lintian must keep it a secret. This house is really nice. After the negotiation was over, Lin Tian suddenly smiled like a different person.He looked at the scenery reflected on the glass door for a while and said: Ah, someone is walking on the iron bridge. It was a rather long iron bridge. The station is on the other side of the T River.People in the vicinity have to go around the bridge a long way downstream if they want to get to the station.But if you cross the iron bridge, you can save about fifteen minutes in time.The railway here is single-track, and there are really not many people who take the train. Most of them take the private railway, so there are few trains.People remember the time of train passing and use the gap as a shortcut to walk across the iron bridge. The iron bridge is much closer. Dunzhi watched the three women in the village walking in a single file and said. yes.I can also come across the iron bridge in the future. Dun Zhi was taken aback when he heard this.This guy clearly plans to come again.This means that he will not be satisfied with only 100,000 yuan, and he will come to ask for it in the future. Lintian Zhuangping looked at Tieqiao's words as if he was talking to himself, which was like a warning to Dunzhi: he would come to ask for it again. However, Tonji also knew that Hayashida Shohei only had this volume of Muromachi Night Talks.One hundred thousand yen is the price of this book, even if I come back next time, there will be no excuse for asking for money.At least on the surface.At worst, it can only be said that money is tight and I hope to borrow some money to spend.At that time, five thousand or ten thousand would be enough.Maybe they will come three or four times, so there is no other way, so Dunzhi has no choice but to decide.In any case, he could not bear to be exposed under such circumstances. The novels written by Dunzhi are getting more and more praises.After Lin Tianzhuang won 100,000 yuan, he stopped showing up.Maybe, find some job in Tokyo.Nowadays, there is a shortage of manpower everywhere. As long as you are not picky about your work, it is not difficult to live alone. Changfu Dunzhi still wrote it on the manuscript paper according to Lintian's grandfather Qiufu, a Bachelor of Arts.The basic structure is tight, and it is enough to think about the expression of the article a little, without any effort.In order to cater to the taste of women's weekly magazines, the brushstrokes should be as light and soft as possible, and Dunzhi's pens are originally soft. The reviews are good, and the writing is easy and pleasant.It is also a great help for him to quote the original source everywhere in the original book.For example, the next paragraph: When General Yoshimitsu's imperial chariot passed by the vine branches, the weather was fine, and the silver color of Fuji Takayama was reflected in the sky, and the voices of his wife and daughters were amazed and admired endlessly.Therefore, there is a statement as follows: On the 18th, I stayed at Fujieda, crossed the Utsu Mountain, and arrived at Suruga Prefecture after the rain was wet and the dew was beating my sleeves.Thousands of miles begin with one's feet, and mountains accumulate from dust.The guardian of the country of Sri Lanka, Mr. Kawakami, is always on his side. If he thinks that he has a snow-covered posture for viewing, it will be the rain of yesterday and the snow of the other mountain.Watching the snow piled up like white silk, Fuji is now also illuminated by the sun, which is more and more noble. Changfu Dunzhi rewritten such ancient prose into modern vernacular, added some descriptions, and also added some serious psychological descriptions and lines. Soon, because of the growing sensation, another magazine invited him to write an essay about pictures of prosperous women.Hayashida Shohei flashed through his mind, but he didn't appear again after that, so he decided that he would not come to trouble again, so he wrote a short article, and Muromachi Yechao didn't say a word.In this essay, he said that he had longed for the Muromachi era since he was young, and through ballads and Noh plays, he was familiar with the atmosphere of that era very early. inside.Incidentally, I also express my gratitude to the enthusiastic readers for their letters and the information provided by all parties. About a month after the publication of this monthly magazine, Hayashida Shohei's distilled face reappeared at Toji's house in Chofu.When he saw Dunzhi, he said with a playful smile: Just yesterday I read the essay written by Mr. In his heart, Dunzhi hated him who rushed over immediately after seeing him, but he had already given 100,000 yuan, and the two parties also agreed to keep it a secret, so they could only laugh at his cynicism.Unexpectedly, Hayashi Tian Shohei opened the package in his hand, and what he took out was the first scroll of Muromachi Night Talk. I found it at a used bookstore in Hongo.I thought this kind of thing would be bad for my husband, so I bought it. What he meant was: the first volume alone can reveal the bottom line of Dunzhi's works. There is such a thing! Tonji was really taken aback. I also thought it would have been cleaned a long time ago, but it was still there.Zhuang Ping pretended to be nonchalant and smoked his cigarette.In the end, Dunzhi paid 20,000 yen for the book, but was deprived of 80,000 yen because of his unsatisfactory money. I thought it was all right, but unexpectedly a week later, he delivered the second volume of Muromachi Night Talk, which he said he had seen in a second-hand bookstore.Dunzhi was well aware of the opponent's strategy, but he was unable to parry, and another 50,000 yuan was taken away.From this point of view, it is certain that there will be a second volume. Unfortunately, this ominous premonition came true.Not only that, Hayashida Shohei also sent the Muromachi Night Talk one by one.And it is not a set of three, each time it is sold locally.Even if there is only one volume, it can make his novel secret, so he can only buy it obediently. The opponent's strategy is ingenious, and it is by no means that there is a complete set in the second-hand bookstore.Each time it was a copy, and Dunzhi was forced to bid 50,000 to 70,000 each time. At this point, Changfu Dunzhi finally had to comprehend the magic weapon played by Hayashi Tian Shohei.Presumably, he must have kept several volumes of the works left by his grandfather in his home in Fuchu City, Hiroshima Prefecture.Grandfather Hayashida Akio must have left dozens of books he wrote.Knowing that these books were valuable, Zhuang Ping brought them from his hometown and sold them to Dunzhi sporadically.And it was deliberately stained and torn, pretending to be found in a second-hand bookstore.I didn't notice this at first, but after a closer look, this kind of trick can be seen at a glance. 4 Changfu Dunzhi hated Lin Tianzhuang deeply.And this kind of hatred and fear is in direct proportion to the rave reviews of Ronghua Woman's Picture.The better the reputation of the novel, the more he must obediently let Lin Tian Zhuanghei blackmail him.It is extortion in the name of ancient book titles.What's worse is that after buying all the books, there is still no security.I don't know when, Lin Tian Zhuangping will expose the original version of the picture of the Ronghua woman.He felt that Lintian Zhuangping was such a number one person. Unfortunately, Chofu Tonji lost the opportunity to publish the original version of his work.In the essays published in other publications, none of them involved the Muromachi night talk.I was also invited to appear on TV, but still no words were mentioned.He silently affirmed the public comment on Zhou Yan's detailed investigation. For this reason, if the original version is made public at this time, people will disdain it.His work is too close to the Muromachi night talk.No imagination, no creation, just a rewriting. On the other hand, Hayashi Tian Zhuanghei has dug a ready-made gold mine.He had already learned how to cut across the iron bridge of the single-track railway. Not only during the day, but also at night, he began to come here with the smell of alcohol all over his body.In the house of Tonji, Chofu, there are already eleven sets of Muromachi Night Talks, the upper, middle and lower sets.How many more sets will be delivered is completely unpredictable.Every time he came, he would be knocked out, and Dunzhi felt that his neck was strangled in the hands of a devil.If there is no such person as Hayashi Tian Zhuohei, then no one will know how beautiful and peaceful he is.At least Changfu Dunzhi can have nothing to worry about and let his literary name soar in the sky. However, sometimes a sense of crisis can make a person tense and have a good effect on work.This is exactly the case with Chofu Tonji.His novels gradually deviated from the original.Having written to this point, he naturally produced his own consciousness and imagination.On the one hand, this is because the Muromachi era has melted into his mind, and it is unknown if the sense of anxiety has been wiped away.At the beginning, I had no knowledge, so I could only let the pen follow the ass of Muromachi Yagataka. In general, it still follows the original, but he made some expansions sequentially.Several characters that did not exist in the original were also created, giving them different personalities.The strokes were smooth, and even I felt my spirits rising.The rave reviews from all sides inspired him and gave him the courage to write writing beyond his ability. Even so, Lintian Zhuangping's visit still made him worry and annoyed.Although the fictional part is expanded, the foundation is based on Zhuang Ping's grandfather's work, which cannot be changed.And adding your own imagination is only a recent thing. Lin Tian Zhuangping still asks for money every time.It seems that all the old books left by my grandfather are gone, and there are no more books to bring, but the demand remains the same.It seems that there are women.Thinking that he was letting him idle and had to pay his travel expenses, Dunzhi felt that Zhuang Ping's face was more and more hateful. In the evening of a certain day, Lintian Zhuanghei appeared in front of Dunzhi with his usual humble and hidden smile. I'm so sorry, sir, I want to borrow 50,000 yen from you. borrow?Haven't you never paid it back?Dunzhi almost wanted to scream angrily, but he held back.If this kind of conversation is at the door, the old servant couple who live together may hear it, so he let each other into the house every time.This time, Tonji still gave the money, but with a slightly stronger warning. Zhuang Ping smiled lightly and nodded, but Dunzhi also knew that the other party was just dealing with it on the surface.If the novel hadn't been such a sensation, he would have charged the police with blackmail and intimidation.Dunzhi couldn't do this, and this was exactly where he was suffering. Lin Tian Zhuangping took the money, put his hands on the table and stood up.And by the way, he yawned and asked: Sir, I'll take a short cut and go back.Excuse me, is there no train passing by at this time? What time is it? I am not wearing a watch. This guy doesn't even have a watch.Probably send it to a pawn shop.I have knocked so much, let's give it all to women.Thinking of this, Dunzhi was about to spurt blood. Dunzhi got up and went into the kitchen, where the clock said twenty-five past eight.The old servant saw him from the porch and told him: That clock is almost twenty minutes behind, sir.It's not accurate for a while, and I'm about to send it in for repair. Dunzhi, who was full of frustration, ignored him and went back to the living room. It's just right now, it's eight twenty-five.The next train is at 8:55, remember? Then there is no problem.Thirty more. Lin Tian Zhuangping said so, and added: Thank you sir.Please take care and write more. He dropped a sarcastic smile and left.Although it was the same as every time in the past, Dunzhi seemed to be saying: as long as you continue to write this work, I can take as much as I want. Dunzhi held his breath and listened to Hayashi Tian Shohei's footsteps going away.In five minutes, Zhuang Ping will reach the iron bridge.The bridge is about 300 meters long and 15 meters high. Below it is the unique stream of the T River.On the single-track and such a long iron bridge, there is no equipment for railway workers to take shelter.And it was night again. It took Lintian Zhuangping five minutes to reach the iron bridge, and twenty minutes to cross the bridge.In the meantime, the train crossing the bridge at 8:55 should crash across the bridge. The hatred for Zhuang Ping is the same every time he comes, but his behavior tonight is particularly unbearable.Dunzhi warned him, just humming in his nose.Not wearing a watch, but giving the money extorted to his mistress.Tell him the wrong time on the desk clock on purpose, it is hatred for him that makes him do it unconsciously.It's not that he didn't hear the old servant's words, it's because he was frustrated and angry.However, the old servant will surely tell people afterwards that Dunzhi did not hear him clearly. Ten minutes passed.Dunji didn't dare to look at the piece of glass from which the iron bridge could be seen. Then, there was the sound of a devilish train in the distance.For the next three minutes, he was almost suffocated for breath.When the train was about to reach the center of the bridge, there were three whistles that seemed to tear it apart. After Hayashi Tian Shohei was crushed to death, nothing changed around Changfu Tonji.The police only checked the bodies on the iron bridge, and none of them came to Changfu's house for questioning.That's no wonder, because it wasn't a homicide.The police regarded him as a person who accidentally walked the forbidden iron bridge without authorization, and the railway also believed that this incident could serve as a warning to nearby residents. Since then, Changfu Dunzhi's worries about the future have all been relieved, and he should be able to let go of writing.However, in fact, after Lintian Zhuanghei's death, his emotions always seemed to be unable to settle down, and his imagination could not be extended. Lin Tian Zhuangping was indeed crushed to death, not directly by Dunzhi.It's because he didn't tell Zhuang Ping about the error of the table clock, but this has nothing to do with Zhuang Ping's death.Zhuang Ping walked on the iron bridge and crossed the bridge with the train, but he couldn't make the two consistent by calculation.It is possible, but not definitive. Suppose Zhuang Ping came to the iron bridge five minutes late, then he would find the train coming from behind, and his footsteps would stop.Or, if he had crossed the bridge ten or fifteen minutes earlier, the accident would have never happened.The desk clock was 20 minutes behind, and it was not decisive for Zhuang Ping's death. Also, if the train driver finds someone on the bridge, it is also possible to use the emergency brake to stop.Dunji heard three sirens.Either the train stopped, or Zhuang Ping was run over to death.As long as there is a little advance, for example, if you brake a hundred meters ahead, Zhuang Ping will be rescued at a distance of one or two meters, no, maybe only thirty centimeters, it is not impossible.The chances of Zhuang Ping being rescued and being crushed to death are half and half. However, the sound of the train whistle still remained in Dunzhi's ears.As if it was the cry of Zhuang Ping's soul.In that instant, a human life was taken. Failure to inform Zhuang Ping of the error of the table clock was not directly related to his death, but he did expect the accident to happen, and the result was the same.Can probabilistic expectations be linked to killing intent? After that, Tonji wanted to leave the original as much as possible to write his manuscript.It's so strange, it's hard to break away from the original, but this time it's back to the original place, closely connected to the original.It does not come from the peace of mind that there are no more Muromachi night talks in the world, nor is it because the only person who holds the secret no longer exists in the world.It can be said that it was the imagination of Touji who had begun to sprout and grow, and it began to wither after the accident.It was a suspense (some might say conscience) that began to hinder his thinking. However, these are no longer known. The picture of Ronghua woman is still receiving good reviews. R Magazine put forward a request: please continue to write, two or three years are welcome, the longer the better. About half a year passed.Dunzhi's emotions still can't recover.The buds that started to grow, after withering, seem like the body of an old man, losing all its elasticity.He panicked.This is not right, he thought.However, when he was submerged in his ideas, the three whistles would ring sharply in his ears.他只好死心，回到底本上，只做他的現代語翻譯。 又過了兩個月。某一天，長府敦治忽然看到早報上的書刊廣告欄，猛瞪起了眼睛。一則出版廣告告訴人們，室町夜話即將出版。 他拚命地看那則廣告文案： 本書是死於潦倒中的明治時期篤學林田秋甫被埋沒的力作。多年以來失傳的名著，經本社景印，限定二千冊問世，以應各方需要 敦治怔住了。 近來，早經絕版，連舊書界都看不到的古書，以照相版重印成了一種風尚。可是室町夜話也會被重印，這是沒有人料想到的事。 這景印版的原本，說不定是林田庄平交給那家出版社的。他有那麼多，因此這個猜測可算十分合理。敦治雖然以為把林田庄平手上的書全部買下來了，實則無疑他是留下了一套，交給那家出版社的。當然，也可能有其他的出處，不過敦治卻覺得一定是庄平搞的鬼。 敦治害怕了。景印本印行了兩千套，一定會有一些人看到。他目前正紅透半邊天的作品榮華女人圖，便也會被看出是從這套書抄襲而來的。敦治還覺得，是林田庄平把一套書交給出版社，完成了對他的復仇。 長府敦治的筆忽然停滯了。他神經衰弱，無法再執筆下去。景印本問世後，世上對他不留情的責難，使他恐懼。 又過了大約兩個月，有一個評論家在報紙上提了他的作品。 這次景印出版的林田秋甫著室町夜話，讀後覺得非常有趣。筆者早就知道長府敦治的榮華女人圖，是根據此書所撰的，由於開始時長府一直依循此書執筆，覺得不妨有多一些的虛構，頗為之納悶。但到了後半以後，寫得更像小說了，成就不惡，非前半可比。不料最近又見恢復老調，且表現難令人滿意。湊巧地，在景印本將問世時，長府忽然把這部作品的寫作中輟。切盼長府能夠恢復健康，繼續執筆。在此建議愛讀榮華女人圖的讀者，不妨把此文底本的名著室町夜話，也找來一讀。 早就知道室町夜話如何如何，是評論家流喜歡賣的膏藥。 評論家的虛張聲勢，無關宏旨，不過對長府敦治而言，不幸的是有一位愛好小說的刑警讀到這篇文章，對正在鋒頭上的連載作品忽告中輟，感到事有蹊蹺。 這位刑警並不知道室町夜話的著者，有個孫子叫林田庄平，不過曾經看到轄區警所有關長府敦治住處附近的單線鐵橋上，有個叫林田的男子被火車輾死的事故報告書，且還記得這樁事件。 刑警於是造訪長府敦治的家。他剛好外出。和刑警談的，是那位老傭人。