Full-time cartoonist

Higashino Ichiro's taxi stopped under the shade of a tree next to the Go professional examination and began to rest.

Holding the lunch box in hand, it was almost finished in a short time.

At this time, a high school student walked out of the examination venue, came to Higashino Ichiro's taxi, and opened the back door.

"Sorry, wait for me a little longer." Ichiro Higashino muttered.

The high school student didn't answer him and stood quietly with his head lowered.

"Huh?" Higashino Ichiro quickly finished his lunch, raised his head in surprise, and looked at the high school student.

He still stood still, the ground at his feet was wet with tears, and he felt very sad.

Higashino Ichiro sighed, it seemed like he was another loser.

"Come back next year and keep working hard. There will still be a chance." He couldn't help but encourage.

His temper grew milder.

"I," the high school student raised his head, with tears on his cheeks, choking, "I... am already eighteen years old."

He squatted on the ground and cried.

At the age of eighteen, you have to leave the chess academy and face society and reality.

We can no longer approach the world of professional chess players.

"These...for so many years," he said with aggrieved sobs, "all my energy has been spent on playing Go, my studies have been wasted, and I don't know how to communicate with my peers...I..."

Tears fell again.

Ichiro Higashino wanted to scold him, but when his words reached his lips, he held back.

He had been looking at the comics of his son Hibiki Higashikata and understood how difficult it was for him to be a student in the hospital, so he silently handed him a tissue and waited for him to recover.

"Sorry..." The eighteen-year-old high school student wiped his tears and got into the back seat of the car. "Please go to the nearby subway station."

"Okay," Ichiro Higashino looked at the rearview mirror and started the car, "There is no obstacle in life that cannot be overcome. In two years' time, when you look back on today, you will understand that it is not such a big pain."

"When I was young, only about 10 years old, the state began to organize students to work together in the countryside."

"At that time, we didn't have enough to eat, we didn't have enough clothes to wear, and we had to work every day. In comparison, you are already much happier."

The high school student didn't speak. He felt that the other party didn't understand him at all, or that there was a gap between the two parties.

Ichiro Higashino could only change his mind. He asked: "Have you read "The Soul of the Game"? Higash... Tori Akino's manga."

The high school student managed to cheer up, "Of course I have seen it. Most of us are fans of "Soul of the Game"."

"That's good," Ichiro Higashino said, "Tori Akino was once just like you."

"How is that possible?" the high school student was surprised, "He is a genius cartoonist, and he even defeated the professional chess player Yamazaki Akira 2-dan."

"No matter how talented you are, you will still have your downturns." The corners of Higashino Ichiro's eyes twitched, thinking of his rebellious son Mohawk Hibiki Higashikata.

"At that time, he completely degenerated. He wore a god-like robe that said, "I am the only one in heaven and on earth." He rode a motorcycle and hung out with bad boys. Finally he came to his senses and became a manga artist Miku Tori Akino. "

"There is such a thing." The high school student's heart slowly loosened, "I am the only one in heaven and on earth." It turns out that the former teacher Tori Akino was so... childish. "

He thought for a long time and finally came up with the word childish.

"Well, so temporary success or failure doesn't determine anything," Ichiro Higashino looked at the rearview mirror, changed lanes, and then comforted: "As long as you have the heart not to give up, you will definitely be more successful than your decadent future. "

Arriving at the nearest subway entrance, Higashino Ichiro stopped the car.

"Here we are, guest."

"Thank you, uncle. Along the way, I have also asked myself about my heart. Sure enough, I can't give up Go. I will continue to work hard next year." The high school student in the back row paid the money, his twisted eyebrows stretched, and his whole body It's much easier.

"That's good, that's good." Higashino Ichiro was very pleased.

The high school student asked again: "By the way, uncle, how do you know so many things about Mirai Tori Akino-sensei?"

Hearing the word "teacher", Higashino Ichiro felt happy.

Only a profession that makes people respectable can be called a teacher.

Doctors, lawyers and authors.

I never thought that one day, or so early, I would be able to add the word "teacher" after my son's name.

Faced with the doubts of this high school student, Higashino Ichiro replied:

"It's because Tori Akino is my son. Of course I know him very well."

Ichiro Higashino stepped on the accelerator, leaving the high school student with an unpredictable figure.

"Eh?" The high school student looked up in disbelief, "Really?"

"Tori Akino's future father?"

He stretched out his hand and pinched his cheek, "It hurts!"

"I'm not dreaming. I don't know if that uncle is dreaming."

…

Ichiro Higashino was secretly happy to have left behind a figure that concealed his achievements and fame. He took out the news report on Hibiki Higashikata from the passenger locker.

"This one is from The Garden of Words. It's very beautiful when I hear it."

"This is "Soul of Go". Reports say that because of "Soul of Go", Japan's Go population has increased by more than 1 million. He has such a huge social influence. He deserves to be my son."

As long as there were reports about Higashino Hibiki, he would cut them all out and occasionally take them out to look at, only two or three times a day.

When he was driving a taxi, he could often hear students discussing "Soul of Chess".

When Hibiki is praised, he will nod his head accordingly.

I wanted to tell my identity several times, but finally held back.

This time I finally vented.

"Wait a minute," thinking of the high school student just now, he felt something was wrong, "Now in early July, there are only ten vocational exams, so he has no chance?"

He turned around, but there was nothing behind him.

"I lose more games than I win..."

"I shouldn't have advised him..."

"Continue to work hard at Go... let's forget it. You don't have this talent, right?"

At this time, I could only talk to myself with a guilty conscience.

…

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Higashino Ichiro went home.

When you have money, you are so willful that you don't open during peak hours.

But it's not like this usually. When he heard that his son was back, he said, "He's back right away. Tell me what?"

It’s better to get off work as early as possible.

"Brother! Give it to me."

In the living room, he saw Mei and Hibiya Hibiki fighting.

Higashino Hibiki lifted a small plastic figure high, and Mei stood on tiptoes and reached out to grab it.

But because he was not tall enough and had too much ambition but not enough strength, he was played miserably by Hibiki Higashikata.

Ichiro Higashino smiled when he saw this scene. Then he calmed down and said with a straight face: "Xiang, why are you teasing your sister? Give it to her if she wants it."

“It’s a whole day’s work, which doesn’t make you feel at ease at all.”

There are 3,000 words in the evening.