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

Chapter 140: The Art Department's Delicate Little Green Tea

The small mountain village seemed to sink quietly to the bottom of the lake.

There were hardly any people to be seen during the day, except for the old cat at the entrance of the village, which sat on a dry branch with its tail hanging down to bask in the sun.

"Minister."

Ryukawa Tetsu waved at the black cat on the tree. This cat was very similar to the one he had seen in Shuzenji Temple. It was completely black and had a lazy posture. It ran to Yamanakako Village on its own a few years ago, but because its fur color was not popular, people only fed it occasionally.

"Minister.?"

A black cat with such a name made Natsume Fuyumi look strange when she came to Lake Yamanaka for the first time.

"That idiot started it."

Since Ryukawa Toru was not there, Takeda Akane directly called her by a derogatory name.

The black cat ran to Yamanaka Lake a few years ago and didn't get close to anyone. However, whenever Longchuan Tetsu came, he would be very happy.

"Be good, be good."

Ryukawa Toru was there stroking the cat's fur, with nothing else to do. Natsume Fuyumi looked at Takeda Akane curiously.

"Xiao Qian, you have a good relationship with your brother, right?"

On the way here, Natsume Fuyumi was surprised to learn that they grew up together.

The two are almost the same age, Ryukawa Toru is only four months older than Takeda Akane.

"Is it good or not?"

The girl pinched her tender chin. She had known Longchuan Tetsu since she was five years old, and they were really good at the beginning.

But what about this person named Ryukawa Toru?

"It's a little weird."

Takeda Akane pointed at the young writer who was playing with the cat there.

He usually plays more with animals. Sometimes when Takeda Akane looks for him, he just smiles foolishly, and Takeda Akane hates him more and more.

"Childhood sweethearts, Xiao Qian, your brother is now a famous writer."

The art student with flaxen hair came over and said with a wink.

The two are not related by blood, but grew up together.

No matter how you look at it, it seems like the development of some kind of romance drama.

The breeze in the distance ruffled the girl's hair, and her tender skin under the hem of her skirt was blown slightly red.

"It's okay, our relationship."

Takeda Akane said to her classmates with a slightly tentative tone.

The two girls are going to Sengen Park to collect materials in two days, so Ryukawa Toru will just pack some things and stay for one night before leaving.

When Longchuan Che returned to his home, he found that the yard had been cleaned very well.

The two-meter-tall pomegranate trees were lightly pruned, and the mulberry trees had already sprouted some tender tips.

The green stone moss looked like it had been washed by water, and the dead firewood in the woodshed was neatly stacked together.

"well done."

Longchuan Che nodded with a sense of ownership.

"This is my home, and you're still excited."

Takeda Akane frowned. She didn't quite understand why Ryuukawa Toru, who used to live under someone else's roof, now acted like the boss of the house.

"your home."

The boy raised his eyebrows and was about to say something, but he swallowed his words when he thought of the property donation agreement found in Mrs. Takeda's room.

To some extent, the house can indeed be considered hers, because her mother's signature is also on the property transfer agreement.

He deceived his stupid wife with a half-true and half-false property donation agreement, and left his son with an intended guardianship agreement.

The foolish Mrs. Takeda raised her enemy's son for more than ten years, but was then torn apart and eaten clean by the young man.

This is what happened to my wife at Lake Yamanaka.

Because he was leaving tomorrow, Longchuan Che had no intention of sightseeing. He went back to his room to pack up his fan, piccolo and other items. When he came downstairs, he saw two girls in the living room.

The dusk and sunset seemed to settle down, and the golden red light from the sky played mischievously between the girls' legs. Both of them were in the dance club in high school, and they learned the more elegant ballet.

The sky looked like floating golden lake water, and two girls, about seventeen or eighteen years old, were stretching their bodies beautifully.

"you…"

Longchuan Che looked a little strange.

It’s okay for Takeda Akane, she often warms up and stretches her legs at home.

But why is Natsume Fuyumi, who is visiting home, also wearing a dance costume in her own living room?

The girl used the white wall to press her straight and well-proportioned long legs, and her plump buttocks were clearly visible under her white pantyhose.

"Ah, sorry, Mr. Longchuan, I thought you would stay upstairs for a while."

Perhaps because she didn't expect Ryukawa Toru to come down so soon, Natsume Fuyumi seemed a little shy.

She lowered her long legs, which were very flexible and could reach her shoulders, and put on a coat shyly.

It feels a little weird, but I don't know why.

The other person put on a coat, with half of her butt exposed. The dance costume was very tight-fitting.

"You guys usually do this..."

Longchuan Che gestured up and down, not knowing what to say.

Training clothes are different from formal performance clothes. Without the skirt fabric, they always feel a bit restrained.

"No, Mr. Longchuan."

The girl playfully stuck out half of her pink tongue.

"I usually hang out with girls, so I let my guard down a bit just now."

The girl seemed to be saying that she was careless, but Longchuan Che felt that she was more like being careless on purpose.

How can you wear your most figure-revealing training clothes and walk around when you first go to someone's house?

"up to you."

Long Chuan Che raised his eyebrows. The other party looked a bit like a scheming girl, but Long Chuan Che didn't care. He took his packed things and walked to the dining table and sat down.

Boys don’t have much stuff, and many of their clothes don’t fit anymore. This time, they packed some valuable little things.

There is the sun and moon fan that Mrs. Takeda did not take away, the ready-made koan of "Shoboganzo" written by Taro Ono, the Souchong tea given by Mr. Kujo, the brush made by Toru Ryukawa himself, etc.

"The things that Mr. Longchuan likes are very special."

Normal boys watch anime and play video games.

Longchuan Che took out some antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

There was a faint scent of ink and books. Natsume Fuyumi, wearing a coat and training clothes, sat down next to Ryukawa Toru.

The dining table at Longchuan Tetsu's house is a place where many stories have happened. The girl sat less than two fingers away from him, wearing white tights. She raised her slender wrist and gracefully fiddled with the hair beside her ear.

A faint pink rose scent came from the other person's wrist towards Longchuan Che.

The other person had sprayed perfume, which was not there when we met on the road.

Longchuan Che's expression turned strange.

"Teacher Longchuan, can you teach me this?"

Natsuhi Fuyumi, the pink reader that Ryuukawa Toru just met, and a classmate of Takeda Akane.

She took the brush made by Longchuan Che and bit it gently in her mouth. Her loose coat slid down slightly to reveal a hint of her shoulders, and she looked at him teasingly.

"You need to practice calligraphy."

Longchuan Che pulled back his large brush from the other person's hand, feeling that the other person did not want to practice calligraphy, but wanted to eat the brush.

"Yes, yes, I copied Tachibana Yisei's calligraphy when I was a child. Teacher Longchuan, can you teach me?"

The girl moved closer, and Ryukawa Tetsu even noticed that she was dribbling the ball into someone else.

Looking at the girl holding the pen and putting his hand on her wrist, Longchuan Che raised his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)