Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 126 Waiting for the Wind to Come
On the evening that his wife came to see Ryukawa Tetsu, information about outstanding works at the Youth Awards appeared on the tables of major print media.

Essay "Youth"

Short story "Silent River"

Youth is fascinating with its persuasive and positive spirit, and "The Silent River" is composed of six gripping short stories.

There are always some thoughts in my life that linger in my heart.

Time has sifted away all the sorrow, regret and remorse, leaving only a trace of sadness

This feeling of sadness that is equal to nothingness and close to death is called the Silence River.

These two articles are good in Longchuan Tetsu's opinion, and they will surely trigger a cultural craze the next day with the promotion of newspaper media.

The rainy night is quiet and sleepy.

After a whole night of tossing and turning, Longchuan Che pushed the door and walked out of the room the next day.

"I haven't achieved much, but I have learned the ways of a playboy to the fullest."

As soon as Longchuan Che pushed the door open, the man standing in the corridor spoke in a cold tone.

The woman behind him was still sleeping in her bed. In order to avoid waking up his tired wife, Longchuan Che closed the door with a click and then turned to look at her.

"Good morning, Mr. Imamura."

Ryukawa Toru greeted Imamura Yukawa who came to see his daughter with a smile.

The man is a daughter slave and often uses his status to visit his daughter.

It was not the first time that Longchuan Che saw him in the morning, but it was the first time he spoke and greeted him.

"Takako Takeda raised you, and she's like your adoptive mother. How could you do this to her?"

The man was wearing a high-end suit. His outfit was not outstanding, but very decent.

He stood there with a serious expression, looking at Longchuan Che with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

"Mr. Imamura is not very popular with women."

Just as he was about to wait for the other party's daughter, Longchuan Che stood by the window at the end of the corridor, opened the window, looked at the morning washed by drizzle, and said with a smile.

In the midst of ruins, water was hitting the ground.

A faint smell of moisture combined with the wetness of the soil invades the tip of the nose.

"I don't need that."

The man calmly put his hands behind his back.

He was right. He was the Minister of State and an official of the Ministry of Education, so he really didn't have to worry about pleasing women.

"Um…"

Longchuan Che nodded in agreement. The other party didn't need to say anything else, but the wife would definitely be furious when she heard about the foster mother or not.

It was only some time ago that Longchuan Che found out that his wife was not as old as he had imagined.

"After all, he is the adopted son-in-law."

Longchuan Che said something in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Are you provoking me?"

Hearing Longchuan Che's words, the man frowned.

The so-called son-in-law is a kind of inheritance uniform in Japan.

The big family adopts male outsiders and marries them to the younger generation in the family.

He is both a son-in-law and an adopted son.

Enjoy the right to inherit the family.

Longchuan Che smiled with a subtle look in his eyes.

This man is the adopted son of Kujo Fujitaka, but Kujo Fujitaka only has his mother as his descendant.

The other party's surname is no longer Kujo but Imamura, and his wife seems to be from the Kujo branch family.

The story behind this is intriguing.

"My mother must hate you."

Longchuan Che grinned.

Since he is Kujo Fujitaka's adopted son, he must be Kujo Nishiko's original intended husband.

I just don’t know why my mother abandoned me and gave birth to me with a man whose last name I don’t know.

Longchuan Che noticed that the man in front of him narrowed his eyes dangerously, but soon relaxed again.

"He's quite sharp-tongued."

Imamura Yukawa smiled.

"The relationship between your mother and I is not as complicated as you think. She and I broke off our engagement a long time ago."

Although the man said it lightly, Longchuan Che could sense his subtle displeasure. After all, what was he talking about breaking off the engagement? Wasn't it just being dumped by his own mother?

The adopted son of the Kujo family was most likely raised at home since childhood.

He grew up with his mother and still couldn't win her over, so it was true that Longchuan Che was right to say that the other person was not likable.

Longchuan Che already has some straight male attributes, and the other party is most likely a tough guy.

"Why don't you write?"

Standing at the door of the corridor, the adult and the child started chatting. Imamura Yukawa looked at Ryukawa Toru, who was becoming more and more annoyed with him, and said in a very calm tone.

After the rain, the sky cleared up and a few plump clouds lingered in the blue sky of Sumida District.

The world seemed as fresh as if it had been washed by water, but at this moment there was no wind or rain, and a faint feeling of dullness floated in the air.

"I can't write it, right?"

Longchuan Che rolled his eyes.

No matter what the man said, there was a sense of command and disapproval, whether it was when he changed rooms last time or when he asked me this question.

It seems that everything you say must be said in accordance with his wishes. This is a habit developed from being in a position for a long time.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

Imamura Yukawa sneered.

"You think the Youth Award can't be run without you? You think Monk Hongping and the others can't be dealt with without you?"

It seems that only my wife believes that Jiang Lang has run out of ideas.

The middle-aged man pointed to the long corridor where were one hundred young people selected from all over Japan.

"'The Silent River' is good, and 'Youth' is even better. They may not be able to write 'Snow Country' or 'Golden Pavilion' now, but in the future..."

Imamura Yukawa didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear.

You, Longchuan Che, want to take advantage of Qiao, but you hold back and don't write about it. There are many people who want to write about it.

"Think it over carefully," Natsuko Imamura's door was opened from the inside, and Imamura Yukawa looked at Toru Ryukawa and sneered.

"It's not that the Youth Award needs you, it's that you need the Youth Award."

Ryukawa Toru was influenced by the Japanese literary world, but now the mainstream voice does not agree with him.

Youth Awards is the best promotion platform.

If he could win the championship in one fell swoop, he could take advantage of the opportunity to expand his influence.

The snow in the north may fall again, and Japanese literature may really usher in a new cultural trend.

After all, the prerequisite for doing it is to see it first.

The more famous Ryukawa Tetsu becomes, the more people will read the book "Snow Country".

This time it is not the works that drive people, but people that drive the works.

"dad."

Looking at the two men standing at her door, Natsuko Imamura sighed.

The feeling that these two people don't get along is getting stronger and stronger.

"Let's go, Natsuko."

The man straightened his sleeves and led the way.

"Your grandpa wants to see you."

It's unclear whether the man was speaking to his daughter or to Longchuan Che.

Not only did his tone convey the feeling that the Youth Award just now didn't need you, but he even emphasized the word "grandfather".

The only direct descendant of Jiutiao Laoren is Jiutiao Xizi.

But Longchuan Che certainly cannot call the other person by the title used between relatives now.

The man seemed to be saying, the Youth Award doesn't need you, and the Kujo family doesn't need you either.

Watching the father and daughter slowly walk away, Longchuan Che leaned against the window and smiled.

Whether or not he should recognize the old man as his elder is not the point, but the man feels superior.

"How annoying..."

Longchuan Che stretched his hand out of the window. There was no wind or rain outside.

Thinking of the man's contempt just now, Longchuan Che muttered to himself.

“It’s time to take action.”

"Old monk."

(End of this chapter)