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

Chapter 155: Muzi caught a cheating couple

The drizzle outside the gymnasium came in obliquely. There were several banana trees planted outside the gymnasium.

The banana leaves are emerald green, and the water drops roll down like raindrops.

Hearing the girl's slightly regretful voice, Longchuan Che felt a little tingling on his scalp.

"Ah la~"

Natsuko Imamura smiled and tied a slightly formal Windsor knot for Toru Ryukawa.

The shape is full and symmetrical, which is many times better than the way Longchuan Che tied the red scarf.

"Probably casually making affectionate gestures towards her best friend's boyfriend."

It was obviously a somewhat awkward scene, but the young lady just winked at Matsueda Muko.

The girl had a gentle and graceful temperament. Songzhi Muzi pretended to be angry and said:

"This is something only bad women would do. How could you do this to your best friend's boyfriend?"

Songzhi Muzi seemed to be dissatisfied in his tone, but he didn't mean to be angry.

Longchuan Che raised his eyebrows and looked at his girlfriend whom he hadn't seen for a few days.

The girl went out traveling with her family some time ago and just came back today.

Like Longchuan Tetsu, she wore a Western-style uniform and small leather shoes, looking youthful and beautiful.

"Ah~ Sorry, sorry, I am the bad woman you are talking about, Muzi."

The two were obviously joking. Long Chuan Che smacked his lips. He didn't quite understand where that numbing feeling on his scalp came from.

Looking at classmate Muzi who was pinching his arm and arguing with the young lady.

"Are you afraid of your girlfriend catching you cheating? Would I, Ryukawa Tetsu, be afraid of this? You must be kidding."

Ryuukawa Toru deleted the idea that he cared about his girlfriend being angry.

When you enter the gymnasium, there are areas divided by departments, and the Department of Sports Science is next to the Department of Literature.

"Muzi~Long time no see."

Unlike Longchuan Tetsu, who was alone, many of his girlfriend's classmates came to greet them once they arrived at the hall.

Yamanashi Gakuin is one of the top 100 universities in the country, and many of its students can be admitted to Waseda University.

"Aren't you going?"

Longchuan Che looked at the girl standing next to him.

Natsuko Imamura didn't seem to have any intention of going over to say hello to her classmates who were going to the same school with her.

"I don't have a habit of maintaining relationships in the strict sense."

The girl was dressed simply and cleanly, and her pretty face was radiant.

She was admitted with a score that was among the top three in the country, and it seems that she will give a speech as a representative of the freshmen later.

Although he said he had no habit of maintaining interpersonal relationships, Ryuukawa Tetsu felt that the other party seemed to be saying that he didn't really need to.

Longchuan Che smacked his lips and wanted to call him an arrogant guy, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that the other party really didn't need it.

The granddaughter of the Kujo family should be the one that everyone comes to to maintain relationships.

Longchuan Che glanced at Songzhi Muzi who was holding his classmate's hand and chatting over there.

"What about her?"

The moment Mu Zi appeared, Long Chuan Che keenly noticed that the other person's eyes trembled in panic.

She was not as calm as she appeared, and seemed afraid of being misunderstood by Muzi.

"Muzi is different for me."

The eldest lady looked at Longchuan Che with a smile.

There were thin dark clouds outside the gymnasium when Ryukawa Tetsu and the eldest lady attended the opening ceremony of Waseda University. "Did you see it?"

In a tutor's office at Waseda University, Akechi Susumu was running around in a panic.

The old man with golden ears of wheat is a tutor at Waseda University, specializing in Japanese language and literature, sociology, and Chinese language and literature.

At this time, the old man was with a few friends, and on the table in front of him was the latest issue of "Masaga Shirabe".

The maple leaf on the cover is particularly Zen-like, and an old man of the same age raises his glasses.

"That is, the 5-7-5 seventeen-note pattern was eliminated, and the 'seasonal language' was not adopted."

The unknown old man said in a tone that the other party was completely nonsense.

“I didn’t focus on the text like the current masters, but instead pursued more of the painting from life.”

The current situation of haiku is that because of Matsuo Basho’s standardized sentence usage, many haiku poets are unable to work hard on the content.

Most of them are carved in words, such as Hori Mugimizu's "Touching the mountain and leaving, sighing at the autumn clouds without a fixed place." Another example is Kaga Chiyo, who is quite popular in the current literary world, "The ripples of the mosquito net brushed my face, and I felt that autumn had come today."

The writing is aesthetically pleasing, but has little substance, leaving it feeling hollow, boring, and whining.

But these haiku in hand give people a completely different feeling.

Haiku is short and concise, and focuses on using small words to express the main idea. Although the old man said that the other party was talking nonsense, he pointed excitedly at the two sentences in front of him.

"The floating clouds are as fine as sand, flowing across the long sky in the autumn morning."

"The person who saw me off in the snow has left, leaving only the footprints of my clogs and straw sandals."

"The words are simple but the content is rich," the old man said excitedly, "especially the second sentence, the silvery white world. Although the friend has said goodbye and left, the host still stares blankly at the footprints on the snow extending to the vast sky. The purely objective statement expresses a long and distant feeling of reluctance, which is similar to Tang Cen Shen's "I can't see you as the road winds around the mountain, only your horse's footprints are left on the snow."

The old man is the current president of the Haiku Association and a good friend of Meiji Jin. He was a little resentful about being dragged here on a rainy day.

"Where did this Dassai owner come from? I've never heard of him before."

The old man with arthritis jumped up from the bench, his tone very excited.

"Don't get excited."

The corner of Ming Zhijin's mouth twitched. He was not afraid of spraining his waist with such a big movement.

“There are 400 haiku poems collected here.”

The old man with golden wheat ears picked up the magazine and said with some admiration, "Even if it's not as good as Fujishichiro, it's still amazing enough."

Toshichiro is the nickname of Matsuo Basho. The haiku saint’s real name is Matsuo Congfang, also known as Momoqing, Mofushundou, Furabobo master, etc.

"Breaking away the old formula, I was able to write so much."

Haiku Association President Shirakawa Taketo stroked his beard and said, "It will be a great help to the innovation of haiku."

Ever since the haiku master Matsuo Basho innovated and brought haiku into the literary world, the status of haiku has gradually improved, but it has become increasingly difficult to write haiku. This poet named Dassai-yashu took a different approach and directly eliminated the 17-note pattern and even discarded the seasonal words.

Although it has a kind of treasonous meaning, if it is promoted, it will undoubtedly be a shot in the arm for the slowly declining literary genre of haiku.

"Don't get too excited."

Mingzhijin frowned. If Haiku could grow stronger, many people would like to see it. However,
“It’s still a little too thin.”

Holding dozens of pages of magazines, Akechi Susumu, a professor of literature, sighed.

The innovation of a literary genre requires not only works, but also a list of viewpoints, theories and innovative propositions.

"Go to Kodansha and see if you can find out about this author."

Mingzhi picked up his clothes and was about to go out.

"I'll go find the old monk."

Literary genres are literary genres, and literary factions are literary factions.

The innovation of haiku, a line in a magazine "At fifty, I know that the peach tree smiles at the plum tree, and the plum tree smiles at the peach tree" can even become a weapon of class literature.

(End of this chapter)