Bungo common problem

Although I talked about the idea of ​​the new novel, but because Qianli was injured and couldn't go out, it became difficult to find information to understand the myths and legends of Yokohama.

After all, how could she, a flower grower, have a deep understanding of what gods are there in Japan?Except for the most famous Amaterasu, she has almost no understanding of the Japanese gods she has known in her life.

It’s amazing to know that there is a god named Inari, but she can’t do anything if she tells her about any legends or stories.

This is very difficult.

Holding the pen, Qianli looked at the manuscript paper in front of him with only the words "believer" written on it, and felt the urge to googoo.

"No, goo goo goo!"

She lowered her head and rested her forehead on the table, muttering to herself.

"Is the injury healed? Do you have money? Can you support yourself in the future? Have you paid off Mr. Oda's favor? You want to googoo if you don't do any of them?"

After finishing speaking, Qianli himself poked his leg indignantly, hating iron for being weak.

"Pigeon spirits have no money!"

After a while, she raised her head again and sat up again, staring straight at the manuscript paper in front of her.

Ten seconds later, her straightened body collapsed again, holding her head and howling.

"It's not my fault! I don't even know what kind of god there is in Yokohama!"

Local gods are more likely to have a sense of substitution, and it is more compelling to read literature and legends, especially those who are no longer enshrined, which is more appropriate.

It is reckoned that even if she wants to go to the library, Odasaku will not agree.

"Hey, it's just a barbarian vomit, but... wait!"

Qianli suddenly sat up straight again, lost in thought.

"Huangba spits... isn't that some kind of Huangshen? It should also be considered a god, right?"

Although he became Chuya in the Central Plains, there are legends of gods anyway, right?She received the information from the original investigation and said that there was such a god in the hometown of Osamu Dazai in the third dimension, but because it had nothing to do with writing, she glanced at it and didn't pay attention.

So...it works?

Qianli hesitated again and again, then lowered his head and looked at his left foot, which was in a plaster cast and couldn't put any strength on it, and made up his mind.

It will take at least half a month for me to remove the plaster cast, but I can't wait that long for the next novel, so the decision is up to you!Aragami!

Having made up his mind, Qianli didn't hesitate anymore, picked up a pen and started writing on the manuscript paper.

"Crack-"

The sound of the door being opened sounded, and Qianli in the room instantly realized from the state of writing, and turned to look at the door.

As soon as Oda Sakunosuke entered the room, Chisato looked at him like a bird in a nest waiting to be fed. Although there was no desire like a real bird in it, the little head that tilted unconsciously was still there. cute enough.

"I am back."

Saying this sentence that has become familiar after the past few days, Oda Sakunosuke closed the door and walked into the house.

The area around Qianli's desk was clean except for the manuscript paper. Oda Sakunosuke approached with the fruit he bought, and saw a lot of lollipop packages that had been opened and destroyed in the trash can next to the desk.

At least eight, no, maybe ten or more.

Oda Sakunosuke, who still didn't have much experience in raising children because Chisato was too worry-free, thought silently.

Should I buy more packs for myself?

Qianli casually threw the lollipop handle with only the stick into the trash can beside him, and looked at the other person's pocket on the table.

"Is this... already started writing?"

"Huh? Start?"

I was taken aback for a thousand miles, and then reacted immediately.

"Oh, yes. Because I can't go out now, I thought about writing a little first."

Qianli looked at the manuscript paper, which could be said to be messy, with typos and a horizontal line manually deleted. It seemed to be inadvertently, but it was quickly gathered and placed at the bottom of the notebook.

It's okay to write something like this for people you don't know, but once you become familiar with people around you, the shame will increase exponentially.

Just when Chisato was about to gather up the manuscript paper and change the subject, Oda Sakunosuke's voice came from above his head.

"Can I take a look?"

Qianli looked up at the other party, but was surprised to find that there was a bit of rare hesitation in the other party's blue eyes.

"How should I put it, I am actually very concerned about Qianli's novel."

After saying a word, as if some switch was turned on, Oda Sakunosuke let go of his hesitation, and the words he said came naturally, even with a hint of a joke.

"Being able to see an author's original manuscript, I think this kind of experience is the luck that only a very few people can have?"

"But it's messy because it's the original manuscript."

Qianli thought that he was pressed under the notebook and was about to correct the messy manuscript with life-saving, but felt a heat rushing to his cheeks in an instant.

It used to be computer code words!I don't know where handwritten fonts have been thrown into a corner, let alone Japanese.

"Yes, Mr. Oda, please wait for me to copy it again and read it clearly, mine is really messy."

What is the shame of this kind of spicy chicken composition that I wrote blindly, and the language teacher bluntly expects and even wants to read it in public!

Who would hand in the manuscript paper as the answer during the exam!

"is it not OK?"

Oda Sakunosuke's expression obviously didn't change much, but in the eyes of the clairvoyant, there was obvious disappointment. Even the already deep voice was like a big cat who was aggrieved and retracted its tentative tail, and its red hair was listless.

Qianli: "..."

This, who can bear it!

Big Mao Mao continued to hit critical strikes with sound.

"I was the one to be abrupt, I'd better wait until it's published..."

"do not talk!"

Chisato interrupted Oda Sakunosuke, quickly pulled out his stack of manuscript paper from the bottom of the notebook, and handed it to the other party in pain.

"Look, just look! There is nothing you can't see, Oda-san!"

Who can really refuse an angel like Zhi Tianzuo?Anyway, she can't!

It's just... Did Odasaku just laugh?

A stack of manuscripts came into the hands of Oda Sakunosuke. As an emotional killer, Oda Sakunosuke did not have the slightest guilt for his behavior of "selling miserable".

Although the identities of today and the past are different, some habits can still be said to be deeply rooted.

There are black characters on the white manuscript paper in his hand. It is obvious that someone who can write articles like "Sacrifice" has the same handwriting as her age, with obvious immaturity.

As contradictory as she is.

The word "Believer" was added to the title of the book and placed at the top of the first page. Oda Sakunosuke sat on the chair next to Chisato and looked at the content below along the manuscript paper.

He read it very carefully. Although Qianli felt that his writing was messy, it didn't take much effort to read it. After a while, he read it all.

"The contents... are all 'Gods'?"

Oda Sakunosuke looked at Chisato, but did not put down the paper.

"Rage god... Qianli, are you using the legend that Huangba vomited a few years ago?"

"Because I first wrote about the memories of the gods, that is, when Shinto was prosperous in the past, the 'gods' at that time were worshiped by many people, so they were very strong."

Chisato recalled the settings that can often be seen in novels and anime, and spoke carefully.

"Is there such a saying? Gods born by faith will also disappear because of the disappearance of faith."

The Japanese she learned should have this kind of saying.

"If you say this...it is true."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded, feeling like he had heard of it somewhere.

"And because I'm not familiar with Yokohama, I can't go to the library to look up information, so I only know that there is a wild god, and I don't know anything else."

Qianli shifted his eyes in embarrassment, and there was a bit of righteousness in his voice.

"Gods with shrines are not suitable, and there is no sense of substitution if you make up a god yourself, so you can only use this."

"I see."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded and asked other questions.

"According to Qianli's idea, the ending..."

"Of course it's warm! My book is full of warmth from top to bottom!"

As soon as the ending was mentioned, Qianli became excited, she straightened her back, and began to spoiler.

"The story is a heartwarming story of the god and his last believer. At the end the believer died and the god disappeared."

After finishing speaking, Chisato opened her shining golden eyes and looked at Oda Sakunosuke expectantly.

"How about Mr. Oda, isn't it very warm?"

"Special... warm?"

Oda Sakunosuke stared blankly at the excited Chisato, and fell into bewilderment.

This...is it warm?