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

Chapter 158: Little Cakes in the Office

【Eliminating Malpractices and Innovating】--《The Essentials of Haiku》
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Basho attacked the Tanlin School with the first note of his new tune, "The frogs leap in the ancient pond, sending out clear sounds." He completed his innovation of haiku in three aspects: changing the creative attitude, laying the foundation for haiku theory, and creating aesthetic pursuits.
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I want to abandon the creative theory of "elegance and sincerity" at a time when haiku art cannot keep up with the tide of social change.
The thunder outside the window illuminates the somewhat disrespectful young man. Matsuo Basho is a saint-like figure in Japanese poetry, but "Essentials of Haiku" says that his haiku are somewhat old-fashioned and outdated.
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Since the Tenmei period, literati have indulged in leisure and pleasure, and have failed to inherit the spirit of the Tenmei haiku predecessors who were enterprising and innovative. Their haiku creations have adhered to the old conventions and followed the works of their predecessors, and most of their haikus are mediocre and perfunctory clichés.
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From the Tenpo period until then, the haiku world was dominated by so-called "masters" who had passed down their haiku from generation to generation. They made haiku their profession, moaning without reason and forcing themselves to chant. Their haiku were merely formal and devoid of content. I think it is superficial to say that the masters "have special respect for the founders of their school and those who inherit its mantle, and regard their works as of supreme value."

The thunder rumbled, and the more the other party wrote, the more frightened Baichuan was. The other party was boastful, but every point he made was well-founded. He pointed out the shortcomings in Basho's sentences and toppled the idols that the old school masters regarded as sacred and inviolable.

"you."

Seeing that Ryukawa Toru wrote "Essentials of Haiku" from the perspective of social reform and was about to write "Letter to Poet" from the perspective of creative techniques, Shirakawa Taketo's fingers trembled.

"It's hard to believe you're only eighteen."

Holding the "Essence of Haiku" which has less than 20,000 words, Shirakawa Taketo sighed deeply.

Since the other party can write down his opinions and arguments with solid logic without Hirohei's help, it is imperative to reform haiku.

"Thank you, countryman Zhu, for teaching me."

Shirakawa Taketo had a complicated expression on his face. Longchuan Toru gave him what he needed most. He took the articles and strode out of the reception room.

It can be imagined that "Essentials of Haiku" and "Books to Poets" will appear on the pages of major newspapers in the next two days. Ryukawa Toru shook his sore hands and walked out.

"Busy working?"

The huge office was a little quiet. Ryukawa Toru and the president of Haishi stayed in the reception room for a long time. When he came out, only his wife was still waiting for him outside.

The surroundings were empty and dark. A woman was lying on a workstation. The small light above her head shone on her face. Her charming white face looked a little lazy at the moment.

"Um"

The two manuscripts were more than 30,000 words long. Long Chuan Che stretched his back and asked what time it was.

"It's past two."

"So late."

"Um"

The wife was not in a very good mood, and Longchuan Che walked over and saw her eating the cake bit by bit.

"what happened?"

Feeling a little hungry, Longchuan Che reached out to grab a piece of strawberry cake on the other person's table.

"Don't touch my cake."

The wife frowned and opened Longchuan Che's dog paw, "Don't you have it yourself?"

Mrs. Takeda's tone was somewhat resentful, and Ryukawa Toru couldn't help but think of what had just happened.

Writing is a long and laborious process. The two people who were devoted to it were very excited. From time to time, the wife poured water for Long Chuanche to moisten his dry lips.

"I'm hungry. Give me a bite of this chestnut cake."

At that time, Longchuan Che didn't know what he was thinking and moved the cake to the side.

"Tsk, are you angry already?"

There were a lot of desserts and cakes in the coffee room of Kodansha. Ryukawa Toru took a piece of cherry for himself in the dark and sat next to his wife to eat together.

The two people leaning against each other under a lamp in the dark night seemed somewhat warm, and Mrs. Takeda smiled coldly.

"Don't think I don't know that your girlfriend gave it to you."

Women know how to eat, and can even be said to be very good at it. Chestnut cake is a specialty of Yokohama, and the ship-shaped logo on it can only be bought in stores near Yokohama Port.

She remembered that the last time she stayed at Ryukawa Toru's house, he told her that his girlfriend was traveling to Yokohama.

"Don't you see that you have the potential to be a detective?"

Long Chuan Che smiled indifferently.

It's not that he didn't want to give up the cake, but he felt it was weird to give his wife something that Songzhi Muzi had given him.

Longchuan Che, who considers himself not a good person, said this.

It was really a gift from his girlfriend, which made Mrs. Takeda so angry that her teeth itched. The woman looked around furtively and put her hands on the table.

"I have a stomach problem. You didn't give me food just now, so my stomach problem flared up and I'm in so much pain now."

The woman's skin looked soft and delicate under the light. Longchuan Che looked at her as she pretended to be in pain.

"I helped you negotiate a big deal. It's not good for you to act like a rogue like this."

Ryukawa Toru bit the cream and poked Takeda Takako who was pretending to be dead.

Shirakawa Taketo subscribed to the magazine to promote the new haiku, and since Ryukawa Toru gave him what he wanted, the 30 kilos order was a sure thing.

"Ah."

The wife ignored him and continued to pretend to be dead.

Longchuan Che took a bite of the smooth cake, thought for a moment, and reached his hand into the other woman's suit.

"What are you doing!"

The wife's face turned red, and she raised her head and looked around in panic.

Although the lights are off and there is no one here, there are cameras in the public office areas separated by grids.

"Ok?"

Long Chuan Che was a little surprised, "I'll help you press it."

The wife forgot that Longchuan Che also had hand massage to treat stomach problems. Longchuan Che placed his hand on the woman's soft abdomen and looked at him in the light.

She was wearing a striped women's suit, her body leaning heavily on the desk in front of her, her jet-black hair was tied up in a very charming bun, and her plump long legs were wrapped in black stockings, showing a faint sense of flesh.

As soon as Longchuan Che moved his eyes, his wife knew what bad intentions she had and wanted to knock her hand away.

"Longchuan Tetsu, are you full of cake?"

The lady licked the cream at the corner of her mouth and rolled her eyes.

It was drizzling in the sky and a thin layer of fog covered the car windows. Managing Director Takeda parked the car downstairs of the Kodansha building at three o'clock in the morning.

"Why can't I get through to my phone again?"

Looking at the words "Unable to connect" on the light blue interface, Takeda Shinki, who was wearing a white suit, frowned.

She should have gone to bed at this time, but her sister was in the company for business, so she drove over out of concern.

My wife’s cell phone had run out of battery a long time ago, and it was even more worrying that I couldn’t contact her at this time.

"Takako, Takako?"

When she arrived at the public office area, Takeda Maki did not see her sister who the receptionist said had not left yet.

On the table are the company's dessert cakes, which are for employees to enjoy during their tea breaks.

"Where did you go?"

Takeda Shinki frowned.

When she was thinking about whether to ask the people downstairs to come up and search together.

"How is it, Ryukawa Tetsu, is the cake delicious?"

A woman's soft hum came from the direction of his office.

(End of this chapter)