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

Chapter 157: The little cake in the office
I ate yakiniku rice at my girlfriend's building downstairs and received the chestnut cake she brought back from Yokohama.

Teacher Ryukawa stood on the Marunouchi train like a swaying seaweed.

Mrs. Takeda said that someone from Kodansha came to see him and that he was a very generous reader.

He vowed to buy 30 copies of "Masaga Shirabe" just to see him.

"Three hundred thousand copies."

Longchuan Che smacked his lips.

The price of a copy of "Masaga Shirabe" is 1018 yen, and copies are
"a lot of money."

As a liberal arts student, Ryuukawa Tetsu hates complicated number games and said this seriously.

When we arrived at Kodansha, it was already evening.

The lights on the top of the building lit up sporadically, and Ryukawa Toru saw Mrs. Takeda coming towards him.

The woman was wearing a striped suit that she had bought near Kagurazaka a few days ago.

Her long black hair was tied up in a very charming bun. She wore gold-rimmed glasses, a white shirt, and high-heeled shoes as she walked towards me with a clattering sound on the ground.

"Why so slow?"

The lady frowned and sounded a little dissatisfied.

The big client has been waiting upstairs for most of the day. This is the key to whether she can strike a heavy blow to her sister, but Long Chuan Che is still taking his time.

"I advise you to be polite to me. I won't get a penny if I come here."

Longchuan Che looked at his wife with a smile.

He only signed a contract for royalties with Masaga Shirabe, unlike the last time with Shincho, where he would also get money from the extra sales of the magazine.

"Come and help me, can't you?"

Longchuan Che thought the maid was crazy. She first rolled her eyes at Longchuan Che in a very coquettish manner, then put her hand on the boy's shoulder and blew gently.

It feels numb and itchy, making people want to reach out and scratch it.

"Takeda-senpai."

Before Longchuan Che could say anything, a timid voice sounded beside him.

Chiyo Tanabe covered her face and looked at the writer's wife who was flirting with her.

Wasn't it said that Ophio-sensei was madly writing Aimi-sama songs to pursue Takeda-senpai? Why does it seem that this is completely different now?

"Let's go."

Longchuan Che twitched the corner of his mouth and pulled the editor-in-chief of Social Death upstairs.

The rainy season is a lingering weather with drizzles. Outside the glass windows, colorful silk umbrellas and cicada-wing-like nylon umbrellas are blooming. Longchuan Che sees the very heroic old man.

He was about seventy years old, with gray hair and wearing glasses, which made people think of the word "vigorous". When Longchuan Che came in, he looked at him without blinking.

"Are you the owner of Dassai?"

The old man was stunned. Longchuan Che's image was somewhat different from what he had imagined, and he seemed a little familiar.

"What's the matter, Mr. Shirakawa?"

Ryukawa Tetsu put the chestnut cake on the table and sat down casually beside it.

Kodansha gave this person a very courteous reception room, with two cups of golden chrysanthemum tea on the tea table.

The rain hit the glass, making a sound. The old man frowned and suddenly reacted.

"Are you Ryukawa Tetsu?"

Longchuan Che is now somewhat famous. Whether you like him or not, a Youth Award made everyone remember this slightly handsome face.

Under the misty sky, the lights separated the reception room into a small compartment. The old man clapped his hands in embarrassment when he saw Longchuan Che.

"Trouble, trouble."

It seemed like anyone could come, but Longchuan Che was a little unexpected.

"What on earth is going on?"

The old man, Ryukawa Tetsu, was very cheerful when he first came in, but turned around and looked sad again. Ryukawa Tetsu felt a little amused and smiled. He knew this man, the president of the Haiku Association, who had written a poem "The breeze blows the light willows, and the host and the guests all hear the distant bell sound." It was popular for a while.

This is a haiku with a very "banana-style" style, pursuing an aesthetic style of leisure, dryness, and delicacy.

"Eh"

The old man sighed, "Those haiku you wrote are very interesting. Is it okay to describe them as 'life-sketching'?"

Ryukawa Tetsu's haiku breaks away from stereotypes, emphasizes objectivity, and pursues impressions. Most of what he writes about are things around him, unlike the old haiku that used flowers and birds as the theme of creation.

"can."

Ryukawa Toru nodded, Masaoka Shiki's creative technique is the 'sketch theory'.

"We were originally planning to recommend your writing style, but..."

Shirakawa Taketo had a strange look on his face as he came to the lecture hall on a rainy day with his old arms and legs. Akechi Jin ran to find the monk Hongping to perfect his theoretical ideas on the new haiku.

Those who like haiku are ready to cooperate with Monk Hongping to do something big.

"Why it has to be you?"

Shirakawa Taketo has a toothache.

All the literati who are of some importance know that Longchuan Che and the old monk are not getting along. One says that the other is hypocritical, and the other says that the other ignores the current social situation.

If Monk Hongping knew that these poems were written by Longchuan Che, he would be lucky not to curse him.

"Tsk, the old monk is also involved?"

Longchuan Che raised his eyebrows.

Perhaps the so-called leaders in the literary world all regard it as their responsibility to promote the development of literature. Although Monk Hongping was engaged in class literature, he was able to innovate the literary genre of haiku, so he was also willing to get involved.

"Yes."

Shirakawa Taketo raised his eyes. In this rainy season with heavy humidity, Ryukawa Toru saw him tapping his legs.

"At fifty, one already knows a hundred steps away; the peach tree smiles at the plum tree, and the plum tree smiles at the peach tree. The old monk likes this haiku very much."

At fifty, one already knows that a hundred steps are far away. The peach smiles at the plum, and the plum smiles at the peach.

This haiku was written by Masaoka Shiki to expose and satirize the hypocrisy of Japan's so-called parliamentary democracy at that time. Ryukawa Toru took a sip of the tea and sighed that the old monk was still an old monk.

"Ahem, Mr. Shirakawa."

When the atmosphere became a little tense, Mrs. Takeda walked in.

She didn't know why the seemingly happy Taketo Shirakawa turned a little sad after seeing Toru Ryukawa. She only knew that if she didn't come in, the cooked duck would fly away.

"About the magazine subscription?"

Shirakawa Taketo was originally planning to order "Masaga Shirabe" to promote his new haiku, but now Ryukawa Toru is the owner of Dassai.

“Can you write an opinion piece?”

But the work was too thin, so Shirakawa Taketo originally wanted to invite the owner of Dassai to work with Hirohei to perfect the creative concept of the new haiku.

This is something that has a complete system, and so far only the old monks who create class literature have written it.

The old man liked the 400 haiku poems written by Ryukawa Tetsu very much, but his eyes were filled with a hint of distrust.

Masaoka Shiki died of crying blood at the age of 36. In addition to writing haiku poems throughout his life, he also spent a lot of energy on works such as "Essentials of Haiku", "Q&A on Haiku" and "Random Thoughts of Supine Lying".

It’s a pity that I can’t extend my life by twenty more years to bring the saint of comedy back to the world.

Matsuo Basho was of great significance to the haiku poetry world. Even with the hard work of Masaoka Shiki, haiku only remained popular for 50 years.

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

Natsuko Imamura said that Japanese authors tend to be emotionally delicate, but those top writers all have moments of grandeur.

"One person suppressed the entire poetry world and made it unable to raise its head."

Longchuan Tetsu picked up his pen. What he wanted to write now was something that would break the halo of the 'Haiku Saint'.

(End of this chapter)