Chapter 3 chapter 2

He, Kawazu Masayuki, was introduced by a friend. This friend is actually my responsible editor, named Hagio Toko.Dongzi is a professional woman who has worked in a publishing house for nearly ten years.Like an English lady, she always wore bright suits and walked handsomely with her chest out.I have known her since I stepped into this industry, almost three years after calculation.She is the same age as me. This Dongzi didn't talk about the manuscript in front of me, but mentioned the man first. It was about two months ago.I remember the day when the rainy season was declared in Amami Oshima.

"I met a wonderful man!" She said seriously: "Freelance writer Kawazu Masayuki. Do you know?" I don't know, so I answered.I can't even name most of the people in the same industry, let alone know freelance writers. According to Dongzi, it seems that because Masayuki Kawazu was preparing to publish a book, he happened to be at the same table with Dongzi when he was discussing the details, and the two got to know each other like that. "Not only is he tall, but he is also a handsome man!" "right!" It was very rare for this Dongzi to talk about men.

"The man recommended by Dongzi, I really want to see it!" When I finished speaking, Dongzi laughed. "Well, next time!" I didn't really take those words seriously, and neither did she seem to.It was like a casual topic that was quickly forgotten. But after a few weeks, I finally met Kawazu Masayuki.He happened to be in the bar where Toko and I went, with a fat painter who had a solo exhibition in Ginza. Kawazu Masayuki is indeed a good-looking man.He is about 180 centimeters tall, and with a well-tanned complexion, he is very eye-catching.The white jacket he was wearing also suited him very well.After noticing Fuyuko, he waved us slightly from the bar.

Toko chatted lightly with him, then introduced me to him.As I had thought, he didn't know my name.After hearing that I was a reasoning writer, I just nodded in doubt.That's how most people react. After that, we talked for a long time in that shop.Looking back now, I even find it a bit unbelievable. How could there be so many topics to talk about?And I can't remember what was said at the time.The only thing I know is that at the end of the chat, Masayuki Kawazu and I walked out of the bar alone.The two then stepped into another store and left within about an hour.Although I was a little drunk, I still didn't let him take me home.And he didn't insist.

Three days later, he called and asked me out for dinner.Anyway, there is no reason to refuse, and it is also true that he is a good man, so I agreed without any hesitation. "What is the charm of mystery novels?" After entering the restaurant of the hotel, after ordering food and moistening his throat with the white wine on the table, he asked.Without thinking about it, I mechanically shook my head. "Does that mean you 'don't know'?" he asked. "The books would sell better if they knew." I replied, "What do you think?" He scratched his nose and said, "The charm of fakery. In real-life events, there are many things that cannot be distinguished from black and white, and the line between good and bad is blurred. So even if we can ask questions, we can't expect a Accurate conclusions can always only get the tip of the iceberg of truth. But in this respect, novels can be fully completed. The novel itself is a building, and the mystery novel is the part of the building that condenses the most skill."

"Maybe it's true!" I said, "Have you ever been troubled by the boundary between good and evil?" "This one, yes!" He raised the corner of his mouth slightly.It seems there is, I think so. "Did you include them in the article?" "It has been written," he replied, "However, there are many things that cannot be included in the article." "Why can't it be included in the article?" "Many reasons!" He seemed a little unhappy, but soon regained his gentle expression, and then began to talk about painting.

That night, he came to my room.Even he seemed a little taken aback by the fact that my room still smelled of my ex-husband.It just didn't take long for him to get used to it. "He's a journalist," I said of my ex-husband, "and he's a guy who hardly stays at home. At the end of the day, he just doesn't see any point in coming back to this house." "So you didn't come back?" "That's it." Kawazu Masayuki made love to me more tenderly than his ex-husband on the bed where his ex-husband once hugged me.After it was over, he wrapped his hands around my shoulders and said to me, "Would you like to come to my house next time?"

The two of us see each other on average once or twice a week.Most of the time he comes to my house, and I occasionally go to his house.Although he is single and has no marriage experience, his room is so tidy that it can't be seen.I even once imagined whether someone was cleaning the room for him. The relationship between the two of us was soon known by Dongzi.He happened to be there when she came to me to pick up the manuscript, so I have nothing to explain.In fact, there was no need to justify. "Do you love him?" Dongzi asked me when I was alone. "I like him very much!" I replied.

"What about marriage?" "how is this possible!" "Yes?" Dongzi breathed out a little relieved, a smile appeared on her perfectly shaped lips. "I was the one who introduced him to you. Of course, I am also very happy to see that you are in a good relationship, but I still hope that you will not get too involved. It is the most correct way to maintain the current form of communication." "Don't worry, I've had at least one marriage lesson!" I said. Then another two months later, the relationship between Masayuki Kawazu and I remained at the level agreed with Fuyuko.In June, the two of us traveled alone, and I'm glad he didn't say a word about getting married.If he really said it, I can't justify it if I don't worry.

But looking back, it wouldn't be surprising even if he asked for marriage.He was thirty-four years old, at the age when it was natural to take marriage matters into consideration.In other words, when he was dating me, he also silently hoped that our relationship would be maintained to a certain level, right? However, thinking about these things now has lost all meaning. Two months after we met, Masayuki Kawazu took his life in the sea.