Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 38: There is no emotional foundation, and it is not considered cheating even if you fall in love with someone else...

On a rainy evening, Kiyoaki Matsueda returned to Yotsuya Station.

As soon as I came out, I saw a very beautiful girl under the awning in front of the station.

She was holding the large musical instrument case with great difficulty, and occasionally looked up at the sky, as if she was ready to leave as soon as the rain stopped.

Still wearing his school uniform, he looked at the rainy and foggy streets of Yotsuya with an extremely bored and tired expression.

A beautiful and cold profile, slender white fingers, and a hint of snow-white wrist faintly visible through the cuffs of her school uniform.

Kiyoaki Matsueda felt that she looked familiar, as if he had seen that face before, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

He was not a sociable person, nor did he like to initiate socializing. However, this girl, who looked weak but had very strong qualities, was the type he admired very much, so he took the initiative to talk to her several times.

"Is there no performance today?" Kiyaki Matsueda walked up and asked.

"Ah, it's you..." The girl seemed startled.

When she turned around and saw it was him, she bowed to him politely and said, "I'm about to go back, so I'm sorry."

"It's almost time for dinner, it's time to go home."

"Hmm~"

"Are you waiting for someone to pick you up?"

"...No, I didn't bring an umbrella. I plan to wait until the rain stops before leaving." The girl said in a low voice.

Kiyoaki Matsueda looked around, said "Wait for me", and then went to the convenience store in front of the station and bought the cheapest transparent raincoat.

"for you."

"...I'll give you money." The girl immediately took out the money.

Songzhi Qingxian shook his head: "No need."

"I will not accept..."

"I'll come and listen tomorrow. Just consider it as payment in advance."

"..."

"It's not charity, because I'm also very poor, and I definitely don't have enough money to give charity."

"Hmm~"

The girl smiled softly.

Her pretty face and pale skin due to anemia make people want to care for her.

"Goodbye." Songeda Qingxian opened his umbrella and walked into the rain.

The girl also raised her foot to follow.

Kiyoaki Matsueda was walking in front, and when he was waiting for the red light, he found that she was following him.

The petite and frail girl was carrying a cello on her back that looked heavier than she was, and walking in the rain with difficulty, holding an umbrella.

"You live here too?" he asked.

"Yokotani-sanchome."

"You're just two blocks away from me. I'll give you a walk." As he said this, Kiyoaki Matsueda extended his hand to her.

"Ok?"

The girl looked at his clean palm in confusion.

"I don't think I'm the kind of bad guy who would run away with your cello, do I?" Kiyoaki Matsueda said uncertainly.

"Ah, no, I'm sorry!" The girl reacted and immediately bent down to apologize. Her pretty face immediately blushed. She lowered her head and handed the cello to him, "Here you go, thank you..."

Songzhi Qingxian put his zither on his back and the red light turned green.

The two walked onto the zebra crossing together.

Tokyo, washed by rain, is sparkling and dreamy.

Tens of millions of people were attracted by this dream and left their homes to come to this city to work hard. They fell into this illusory prosperity and forgot where the path back home was.

"You come out to play the cello during the summer vacation, right? I haven't seen you before the holidays."

"Well, when we're not on holiday, the club members have to use the piano for training. Only when we're on holiday can I use it."

"Can we take out school stuff and use it outside of school?"

"Originally I couldn't, but a very capable classmate looked after me and asked me to bring it out..."

"Wow~"

"Does this count as using my privilege?"

"Of course it counts, but we have to make a living, there's nothing we can do about it." Kiyoaki Matsueda smiled.

He seldom smiled, but when he did, he especially attracted the girl's attention. Infected by him, the girl couldn't help but smile as well.

The residential areas in Yotsuya are quite dense and the roads are narrow.

After walking in the alley for more than ten minutes, the two stopped in front of an older apartment building.

"I'm going back to cook. Bye." Kiyoaki Matsueda returned the cello to her.

The girl opened her soft lips and whispered, "Thank you. And, come on!"

"Come on," he responded calmly.

The girl stood in front of the door, watching his back go away, her bright eyes blinked a few times, with a hint of curiosity. ...What a strange guy, I feel like I have seen him somewhere before?
The girl went upstairs only after his back disappeared.

"I'm back……"

This is a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment.

The old ceiling and the vintage chandelier emit warm yellow light.

The heat light of the rice cooker on the dining table was on, which meant that rice was cooking inside, or something else was warming up.

There were sounds of busyness coming from the kitchen.

And my mother's endless nagging.

"Is that you, Naoko? It's raining so hard outside, are you wet? Go take a shower and change clothes quickly, or you'll catch a cold... Are you hungry? Take a shower quickly and come eat..."

"Okay~"

Naoko Kobayashi changed into slippers, took her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I returned to the master bedroom where I slept with my sister. I was blow-drying my hair in front of the dressing table when my eyes fell on the folder on my sister's desk.

The contents inside are very important. My sister said that they are interviews and essays by Mr. Mishima, which will be published together with the single volume in the future, so she asked her not to leak them in advance.

Life has not been going well since coming to Tokyo, and Naoko Kobayashi hasn't read a book for a long time.

But she still knew the writer Mishima. After all, he was being discussed everywhere on the Internet recently and she couldn't avoid it.

Speaking of which, this guy is pretty handsome...

Um, no, wait...

In the mirror, the girl's expression gradually froze.

Mishima, a handsome man full of artistic temperament, that face, and he seems...

The two faces gradually overlapped in the girl's mind.

"He is actually Mishima..."

There was a look of weirdness, shock, and a hint of the little joy that only a girl can have in her eyes.

She looked at the folder on her desk.

Will there be a paperback edition published in the future? I have to take a look first...

I opened the folder and saw the first chapter, a short story called "Cigarettes".

[My youth is nothing but a gloomy storm, and the memories of my boyhood are full of wonderful tragedy...]

Just by seeing this sentence in the opening paragraph, Naoko Kobayashi's heart was already captured.

"Cigarette" vividly depicts the melancholy and sensitive period of adolescence, consciously resisting the rules and consciously submitting to the rules.

"Spring Child" is wild and beautiful. It contains both the moist love between a man and a woman and the distortion of women having sex together. The male protagonist's shame and expectation of sex are vividly expressed on the paper, together presenting a twisted, deformed and immoral love relationship.

"Death in Midsummer", a piece of literature that responds to the extremes of the death instinct.

"Scenery of Spring" and "A Scene from the Festival of Spirits" are words that are both delicate and gorgeous, and their poetic aesthetics are vividly displayed.

Naoko Kobayashi was deeply shocked. She spent the whole night recalling the contents of the book and was often distracted. Her mother scolded her several times at the dinner table... Her sister even suspected that she was secretly in love.

At night, the two sisters sleep on upper and lower bunks respectively.

"Sister, are you familiar with Mishima?" asked the younger sister.

My sister was lying on the bed, holding her phone: "We were familiar with each other before, but not now."

"why?"

"He said he had lost his memory the day after he married into the family. He couldn't remember many things before and his personality changed a lot."

"Oh...if you lose your memory, doesn't that mean there is no emotional foundation?" Naoko Kobayashi asked a very important question.

"Eh……"

Kobayashi Midori was stunned.

Yes, why didn’t she think of this? She is not as smart as her high school sister.

"There is no emotional foundation, so even if he falls in love with someone else, it's not cheating!" Naoko Kobayashi said firmly, her eyes shining slightly in the darkness.

"Oh, yeah... hey~ hey~"

My sister let out a nympho laugh and clamped the pillow between her slender white legs.

and so……

no!no!
My sister suddenly pulled the quilt over her head and twisted around on the bed, turning into a crazy maggot baby.

"..."

My sister silently took out her cell phone, took a picture of the scene, and posted it in the family group.

[Naoko: My sister is eager to get married]

【Mother:?】

【elder sister:?】

The elder sister threw back the covers, jumped onto the second bunk bed, and gave her younger sister a severe scolding.

(End of this chapter)