Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 15: A kind, round-faced woman with a big breast.

Maomudong, a literary bar.

Located in an alley in Ginza Sanchome, it has been in business for ten years since 00.

The boss is a very young woman.

Although she is young, she has been here when the store opened. Ten years later, she should be over 30 years old.

But because she has a childish round face and her expressions are flexible and changeable, her age is blurred.

Due to the owner's hobby, the bar was decorated in an artistic style, gradually attracting many novelists to gather here.

Not only because the owner is beautiful, but also the prices are very cheap, it gradually became famous among the writer community and became a bar with a very high reputation in the Tokyo writer circle.

Everyone calls the boss A-Run or Runzi.

No one knows her real name, her past, or her real age.

Arun is a gentle and generous person. She often helps some down-and-out young writers, so from time to time there will be writers in need squatting at the door of the bar waiting for her mercy.

The world of writers is a world of clear hierarchy.

The annual income of best-selling authors can reach hundreds of millions or even billions of yen, but these great writers are after all a minority. Among them, there is a middle-level group of writers who can support themselves and their families through writing, and they are considered the backbone of writers.

The majority of them are poor and second-rate writers who find it difficult to support themselves through writing.

The young man in front of me is probably also a mediocre writer.

"Young man, do you have nowhere to go?"

After Arun asked this question, he still squatted on the ground without looking up.

"Then come in and sit down." She didn't care too much, took out the key and opened the door of the bar.

Only after she opened the door did Matsueda Kiyoaki stand up.

Figuring there was nowhere to go in anyway, he walked into the bar and followed the woman.

She was wearing a blue short-sleeved dress with a thin cream-colored double-breasted sun jacket over it. Her long hair was tied up lightly at the back, and she looked about 1.62 meters tall.

The back view is really beautiful...

Please, she must be a great beauty, don’t ruin the mood... Kiyokatsu Matsueda began to get nervous.

"Please sit down. Would you like something to drink?" Arun reached out to turn on the light, then turned around and looked over.

In an instant, Songeda Qingxian felt relieved.

What caught his eye was a beautiful oval face, which felt soft and gentle.

Her eyes were beautiful almond-shaped, with deep and complex lines in her pupils, and a faint smile on the corners of her lips.

The small gold-rimmed glasses on her nose made her look elegant and intelligent, full of feminine and intellectual temperament.

The midnight blue dress could hardly hide her curvaceous figure.

Not only is her beauty at Masako's level, but her figure is as well.

But compared to Masako's cold yet seductive temperament, the woman in front of him gave Matsueda Kiyoaki the impression of being elegant and quiet, a typical image of a good family girl.

Arun looked at him with a smile on his face.

He is tall, but not strong enough and looks a bit thin.

His hair was a little messy, his expression was dull, and his eyes were devoid of color, as if he was nearsighted.

Nothing seemed to interest him.

He looks exactly like a down-and-out young writer.

"Young man?" Arun spoke again.

"Oh, hello..." Kiyokatsu Matsueda came back to his senses.

"Would you like something to drink?" Arun asked again.

"Ice water is fine."

"Wait a moment~"

Arun turned and went to the bar.

Kiyoaki Matsueda turned his head and found that the bar was full of books.

On the blue carpet, which was as deep as the night sky, there were several sofas and wine tables arranged in an orderly manner, and the rest of the place was full of bookshelves. "The shelves here are song collections, poetry collections, reviews, biographies, etc." Arun brought over some ice water and introduced the collection of books to him like an explanation.

Japanese literature, world literature, classics, philosophy, drama, general art, sociology, history, geography...

Following her footsteps, Kiyoaki Matsueda walked past each bookshelf.

There is a long-standing scent wafting through my nose. This is a unique fragrance that has been flowing between papers for a long time, a blend of profound knowledge and deep emotions, and can only be formed after years of precipitation.

"That's great." Songeda Qingxian said softly.

"Yeah, that's great." Arun agreed with a smile, and then turned to him and said, "Every writer who comes to me dreams of having his or her work put on my bookshelf. Young man, you should do your best too!"

"How do you know I'm a writer?" Kiyoaki Matsueda asked puzzled.

Arun smiled slightly: "Isn't it?"

"That's right..."

"That's right. Most of the guests who come to my place are writers."

"I see." Kiyoaki Matsueda nodded to show that he understood.

"Young man, are you in trouble?" Arun kept smiling and looked him up and down.

Songzhi Qingxian whispered: "I guess so..."

"If it's convenient, tell me and see if I can help." Arun's voice was very gentle, and even carried a bit of concern between acquaintances.

"I……"

Songzhi Qingxian was silent for a moment, his eyes lowered: "I can't find the way home..."

Hearing this, Arun was stunned.

Of course, she had heard similar words before, but none of them made her feel pity like the young man in front of her.

Maybe, maybe...

Arun looked at his artistic and handsome face.

Being handsome can really make you favored.

“It’s difficult, but just follow me…” Arun said softly.

Kiyoaki Matsueda said nothing and followed her quietly.

To be honest, he kind of liked this amiable, big-breasted, round-faced woman, as long as she didn't take him to get a kidney.

Next to the bar counter, there is a corridor, and when you walk in, you will find a fairly large izakaya.

Arun walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, bent over and looked for a while, and saw the last bundle of prickly ash sprouts left in the pile of vegetables. She smiled gently, and many warm memories came to her mind.

Kiyoaki Matsueda watched quietly from the side.

I saw her coating a kind of green sprouts with fried flour and putting it into the hot oil pan.

While frying, she turned on the stove on the other side to stew the tofu balls.

Seen from the side, her waist was surprisingly thin, and her hips wrapped in the skirt were raised high. The flickering flames from the gas stove made her outline even more hazy, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

As he watched, Kiyoaki Matsueda suddenly thought of the Kyoto beauties painted by Jun Watanabe.

What is the image of a “Kyoto beauty”?
Generally speaking, they are beauties with round faces that are more gentle.

She is a classical beauty with a petite and plump figure, fair skin, gentle eyes, double eyelids and a cherry mouth, suitable for wearing a kimono.

Throughout the ages, women living in the capital city have always given people a beautiful impression.

This idea is a preconceived notion.

Ordinary people always wishfully believe that the daughters of court officials and nobles must be noble and beautiful.

Just like when people mention Chang'an women, the image of a graceful and plump beauty will unconsciously emerge in everyone's mind.

The rich history of the capital, refined over the years, overlaps with the image of the capital's women as elegant, dignified ladies of good family background, forming a cultural imprint rooted in the hearts of the people.

The woman in front of me who is frying tempura perfectly fits the concept of a Kyoto beauty.

Kiyoaki Matsueda suddenly felt very fortunate.

God was so kind to him that he could meet such a beautiful and charming woman on such a rainy evening.

(End of this chapter)