Chapter 58 second quarter

Once I'm on a salary, it's impossible to do things at my convenience.I was supposed to end my work early today, but I was delayed by some incidental work. In the evening, Miss Tiancheng came back from outside. Carrying a leather bag and a paper bag, she walked into my workshop, which was full of photocopiers, fax machines and other sundries.She was probably in a hurry to get the photocopies.Miss Amagi was wearing a beautiful blouse on a purple-blue background with fine patterns on it today. "Oh, are you in a hurry?" "what?" "I see you keep an eye on the time."

I gave the photocopier to Ms. Amagi, stepped back, looked at my watch, and thought to myself, "I'm afraid it's too late to go to the Library of Congress." "Actually, there is indeed something..." "A date?" "No, it's not that kind of love affair. It's for Akutagawa Ryunosuke." I said Akutagawa's "very good" comment on Kikuchi's "Sequence" and the fact that I wanted to check the content of this stage play. "So I thought, if it's convenient, drop by the Library of Congress." The photocopier is in operation.Miss Amagi turned her face to me.The eyes behind thin frame glasses look cute.Maybe that's an inappropriate adjective for someone who's older than me and capable at his job, but it's true.Those eyes must be the most attractive part to those who look seriously at Amagi-san.Miss Amagi blinked those eyes.

"Actually, you don't have to do that at all." I opened my mouth in astonishment.Ms. Tiancheng continued: "If you want to find Kikuchi Kan's drama collection, we have it in the reference room upstairs. Misaki used it when publishing the scripts of the new book series. When my work here is over, I will help you find it." This is the so-called Zhangba lampstand that shines far away but not near, and rains in time.Of course I put my hands together and thank you. Miss Tiancheng walked out of the room after jumping in line to make photocopies.Surrounded by slightly yellowed cream walls, I continued my monotonous labor.After six o'clock, I finished checking one by one, and finally completed today's progress.I carried stacks of papers back to the editing room.

Miss Amagi was wearing a white jacket to keep out the air-conditioning, and was reading in her own seat.Her dress is refined, no matter what she does, there is always a hint of heroism.At least, that's how she looks to me. The desktop is like a valley among the high-rise buildings in New York, with only a little space exposed.It is of course piles of books that form tall buildings.She was lying on the barely vacant table, reading a book. "I'm done." I said aloud, and Amagi-san raised her serious face.After a pause, I replied, "Thanks for your hard work." I put the books, samples and photocopies in their proper places.

Miss Amagi waited for me to finish, and immediately leaned over. "I read it." Then, she handed me the black book "The Complete Works of Hiroshi Kikuchi Literature Volume 1". "How about it?" She immediately said, "Not good." "yes?" "Disappointed?" "Yes, a little." "However, you won't have any doubts when you hear me say bad things?" "Ah, yes." Akutagawa has learned both ancient and modern things.It is said that Tanizaki Junichiro would write a work like "the perpetrator himself starts to narrate in the first person pretending to be innocent, and finally reveals that he is a criminal". As a result, Akutagawa criticized that "Italy has such a thing." This is not a joke. of.How could Akutagawa even know this kind of thing!

In short, he has read a lot of books, which is not only rich in knowledge, but also makes him, as an appreciator, quite independent.How can such a person say "very good" when Ms. Amagi dismisses and writes "bad" works? I remember reading Akutagawa's essays once.He specially introduced the poet Chi Xiyanshui's poem "The one who is used as a base by the mosquito column is an outcast", and rated it "a sentence that is deeply interesting".At that time, I was in junior high school, and my heart was still tender, and I couldn't help closing the book in shock.Thinking about it afterwards, in addition to the poem itself, I must have also felt "ghostly" about Akutagawa who introduced this kind of poem.

This is exactly the "choice" of people like him. At this time, Ms. Amagi still had a straight face, and said something incredible: "You are investigating Akutagawa, right? Then—"