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

Chapter 147: Call BB Down

Long Chuan Che was stunned when he was actually pushed down by a woman.

But looking at the woman's rosy face, Longchuan Che smiled.

"The term 'philandering' doesn't quite fit us, does it?"

Longchuan Che tried to put his hand on his wife's thigh, but the woman ruthlessly slapped it open.

"Don't give me that playful smile."

Mrs. Takeda was really angry this time.

In order to help Ryukawa Toru, he lost his job and was looked down upon in Kodansha. In the end, the little bastard found a "reserve maid" and lived happily ever after.

The wife was about to cry and looked at Longchuan Che fiercely.

"What is our relationship, tell me!"

The wife was anxious.

Or maybe she should have been anxious earlier.

I was bullied by a man in a small mountain village, and ended up paying him compensation for no apparent reason.

She didn't think of asking Longchuan Che to be responsible or anything, but she couldn't just stay foolishly and be kept hanging by him.

Ryuukawa Tetsu once said to his wife: Love is a harsh and stingy country. Women will only submit to strong-willed men because only such men can bring them a sense of security. They desire that sense of security to face the challenges of life.

Does your wife like Ryuukawa Toru? Maybe she has a good impression of him.

But it is more about the helplessness of a woman facing life.

She spent more than ten years of her youth there, so when a man appeared to take her away by force, she willingly gave herself up.

If Longchuan Che hadn't been so bad, the two of them wouldn't have reached this point. If the wife hadn't been so stupid, she wouldn't have fallen into the other's mouth.

How can two people with a complicated relationship bloom the right flowers?

The wife finally couldn't sit still after seeing another little girl jumping out next to Longchuan Che.

"Why are you crying?"

Someone made it rain on the dome, and Longchuan Che scratched the woman's face with his fingertips.

Delicate and smooth.

Like snow-white cream.

"Do not touch me."

Mrs. Takeda slapped the other dog's paw away with one hand.

I have been treated with a lot of cold shoulder recently for the publication of "Pinball in 1973", and some people have gone to enjoy themselves.

Takako Takeda once again recalled her sister's evaluation of Toru Ryukawa.

'Cunning and treacherous, with a heart as cold as iron'

This is a man who seldom reveals his inner thoughts and often has an indifferent smile on his face. Last time when Takeda Maki said he wanted to marry her off, he had no reaction at all.

How can a woman really accept that her partner doesn't care about her?

The wife's tears fell down.

Long Chuan Che watched the rain curtain fall, and after a long while he sighed and stretched his hand back.

"What are you doing?" the wife cried.

"See if anyone has brought an umbrella."

"You're still not human."

Takako Takeda was furious.

When she knocked on the car door and got out, she wanted to leave.

A notebook was pressed into her hands.

The cover of the book was rough, with the words of the owner of Dassai written on it.

Otters often catch fish and display them by the water, just like displaying offerings for sacrifice. In the Book of Rites, Monthly Ordinances, it is used as a metaphor for listing historical facts and piling them up into a text.

"What's this."

The lady hummed and turned the pages.

"Didn't it cause you to lose your job? This is a haiku I asked my teacher for."

"teacher?"

Takeda Takako frowned. How could this little bastard have a teacher?

The so-called haiku is a Japanese short poem that originated from ancient Chinese quatrain poetry. It is the shortest Japanese poem that follows the "five-seven-five" format.

“Haiku is not popular anymore.”

The wife was looking through the documents while Ryukawa Che was lying there explaining.

My wife was casually thrown into the haiku column and she herself is a half-baked one.

"It's not your fault!"

Takeda Takako was annoyed. If it wasn't for Ryukawa Toru, she wouldn't have been kicked to the haiku column in the corner. The woman's fist was weak and powerless. Ryukawa Toru continued:

“There are three main reasons why haiku is unpopular.”

Haiku as an art form was very popular before the Meiji Restoration.

It was short and the sentences were beautiful, but it gradually declined.

Long Chuan Che rested his head on his hands. He didn't really mean to bully his wife at this moment.

"The first point is that haiku is a form of poetry. If it's well written, people may not be able to tell, but if it's not well written, people can tell at a glance."

The leading literary genre today is the novel. Excluding the top figures like Monk Hongping, only one in ten people can write good articles.

This art form, which can tell whether something is good or bad at a glance, is not popular with authors.

"Secondly, the pace of life is fast now, and it is difficult for people to calmly polish tanka poetry."

For just a few words, the author needs to rack his brains to think, and it is difficult for readers to pay attention to just a few lines of words.

Although pure literature authors do not judge heroes by sales volume and do not place too much emphasis on money, they still have to eat.

"What about the third point?"

The author named Dassai Yazhu wrote very good haiku, and Mrs. Takeda's eyes became brighter and brighter, but Ryukawa Toru, who was lying there, suddenly fell silent.

"Do you know Matsuo Basho?"

Longchuan Toru spoke lightly, and Takeda Takako frowned, not knowing why the other party was so serious.

"One of the Three Saints?"

As a Japanese, my wife certainly knows Matsuo Basho, but she only knows his name.
"One of the three saints of haiku, he reformed the art form of haiku, discarded the comic and vulgar elements in haiku, retained the free-spirited style, and applied more classical techniques to haiku.

His reforms made haiku a kind of folk poetry with distinct artistic qualities, thus enhancing the artistic value of haiku. "

"Welcome to the spring of Matsuo Momosei-ya Haiku with this haiku!"

Ryukawa Tetsu muttered that this was a figure that could not be avoided in the history of haiku.

"If we make an analogy, he is a character similar to Li Qinglian in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty in haiku."

Li Bai, the Qinglian hermit.

Mrs. Takeda felt a little tingling on her scalp.

It's not that today's literati are unwilling to write haiku, but that there was a figure like Li Bai in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, whose poetic spirit broke half of the backbone of the Japanese literary world, causing later haiku works to pale in comparison with him and dare not be as presumptuous.

"Then I'll"

Mrs. Takeda pouted.

There is an ancient figure like Matsuo Basho who is suppressing her, and nowadays people are unwilling to write haiku, so why should she do it?

The woman had stopped crying at this time. Longchuan Che put his hands behind his head, smiled and said nothing.

Matsuo Basho cut off the backbone of haiku, and the successor "Dashai Yashu" boosted the fortune of haiku for fifty years.

"Forget it, you got it cheap this time."

Mrs. Takeda didn't know the importance of the haiku in her hand, but she still patted Ryukawa Toru's chest to indicate that she let him go.

Women are just afraid of being ignored, so it's enough for the little bastard to at least remember her.

"Wait, I have a question for you."

Longchuan Che pulled his wife's hand and prevented her from looking out the window.

This woman is crying and making a fuss. She won't learn her lesson unless she is slapped twice.

"what?"

Takeda Takako curled her lips.

"You're asking me, what is the relationship between us?"

Longchuan Che stood up and pinched his wife's waist.

"Then let me ask you, now that we are together, what should your daughter call me?"

The handsome Ryukawa Toru raised his eyebrows, and Takeda Takako knew at a glance that he was up to no good.

However, the notebook in her hand was still warm, and the woman blushed as she gently uttered those two words.

"Say it again?" Long Chuan Che had bad intentions.

"Speak of your head."

Mrs. Takeda was furious and punched the man in the chest.

"You want me to call you daddy daddy daddy"

Mrs. Takeda's mouth trembled as if it was a machine gun.

Long Chuan Te turned his head with her and looked at the man who appeared outside the glass at some point in time.

And his face was livid
Princess Takeda.

(End of this chapter)