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

Chapter 20 Enemy
The work is the courage of the literati.

Whether it is writing serious literary works that have an impact on society and humanities, or popular reading materials that are popular among the public.

For Toru Ryukawa, any work that can have an impact on others is a good one.

Does "Snow Country" deserve that statement?

Concise language, profound emotional description and philosophical thinking on beauty and loneliness.

It is the work that best represents the Japanese aesthetics of "mono no aware" and the Buddhist thinking of "impermanence" in the past, and is one of the cornerstones of that great writer.

So it's definitely worthy of it.

But
"It's a bit embarrassing to think about it now," Longchuan Che muttered with a blush.

I said in front of girls that what I wrote was the best, although Ryukawa Tetsu felt that he was just telling the truth.

But when I think back on it half an hour later, there is always an inexplicable sense of shame lingering around.

"What are you mumbling about, you little bastard?"

On the way home in the dark.

Mrs. Takeda looked at Ryukawa Toru beside her suspiciously.

It was dark, the roads were slippery, and it was a snowy night.

Instead of riding the old motorcycle home, Mrs. Takeda took out her wallet and hailed a taxi.

At this time, the taxi driver in front was muttering that he had lost a lot of money on this trip because there were no passengers returning to the city near the small village.

Ryukawa Toru and the other man pretended not to hear. He turned to look at the curious Mrs. Takeda.

“I met a very amazing person.”

At this time, Ryukawa Toru was leaning against the car door, looking a little lazy. Mrs. Takeda curled her lips when she saw him like this.

This little bastard made her wait for more than an hour in the snowy night and didn't even say a word of apology.

"What powerful person?"

The lady clasped her hands together, rubbed her beautiful buttocks lightly on the cushion, and then leaned back in a more comfortable position.

Taxis are expensive.

But it also brings a more comfortable experience than a motorcycle with wind blowing everywhere.

Mrs. Takeda yawned sleepily.

“Life’s greatest enemy.”

The face of the girl whom he had only seen twice seemed to be reflected in the taxi window. Ryukawa Tetsu looked out the window and recalled his memories of the Shinchoku Kan.

The Shinchosha, the oldest company in Japan, was established there. Many of the writers who win the 'Akutagawa Prize', Japan's highest achievement in pure literature, are winners of the Shincho Prize that year.

Natsuko Imamura is very talented. Ryukawa Toru clearly remembers that the youngest winner of the Shincho Award in history was the 22-year-old Ryu Murakami, and Natsuko Imamura is probably not even 18 years old this year.

A talented woman with a diverse writing style, who is very familiar with the writing techniques of both pure literature and popular literature.

If Longchuan Tetsu intends to continue on the path of literature, the two will definitely meet again in the future.

Mrs. Takeda chuckled.

In her opinion, a high school student’s enemy is probably a love rival, a gangster, or something like that.

"Why did you buy so many things?"

There was no further talk about Natsuko Imamura, and Ryukawa Toru looked at the things under his feet.

Fresh food, meat, cloth, clothes.

In addition to the space under the two people's feet, there is also space in the trunk.

No wonder the driver kept muttering that he had lost a lot on this trip.

"Someone is coming to the house in two days."

"Who?"

"none of your business."

"It's none of my business if you invite someone to my house?"

Long Chuan Che slapped the maid's fleshy thigh.

Mrs. Takeda shuddered, and the driver in front glanced at the two of them through the rearview mirror.

"You little bastard!"

Takeda Takako was angry and annoyed.

This bastard Longchuan Che is as shameless as a bastard.

It's fine that he usually takes advantage of me in private, but now he dares to do it in public. "Shh." Longchuan Che suddenly made a gesture to silence.

"Look outside."

Looking in the direction of Ryukawa Toru's finger, Mrs. Takeda's angry expression suddenly froze.

There was white snow and sparse pine forests on both sides of the winding driveway.

In the distance, towards Yamanakako Village.

The white snow is sleeping quietly in the silent night, and the small mountain village is empty and lonely under the silver moonlight.

Yamanakako is located in a remote area, and Yamanakako Village is located in the crescent-shaped bay of the lake.

The village is on the mountain and the mountain is beside the lake.

The white snow, under the moonlight, combines with the lake to form a snow-moonlight and lake-moonlight scene.

“This place is so beautiful?”

The quiet little mountain village is the place Mrs. Takeda has always wanted to leave.

She seldom goes out, and has never seen this place late at night.

At this moment, she stepped over Longchuan Che and leaned against the car window, seeming a little unbelievable.

"The moon is bright and clear, bright and clear."

Ryukawa Toru supported his face and looked out the window with Mrs. Takeda. At this moment, his heart was inexplicably calm.

"Mrs. Takeda, why do you want to go back to Tokyo?"

The boy's sudden words made Mrs. Takeda turn her head to look at him again.

He leaned his head against the car window and looked out through the brown glass.

The moon was bright and clear, and the white moonlight sprinkled on him. His clear profile was inexplicably hazy.

"Tokyo?" I wanted to touch his head, but I also wanted to break his hand that had not yet been removed from my thigh.

Mrs. Takeda said:

"There's a radio tower over 300 meters high and an international lifestyle there. Don't you want to go there?"

At the beginning of the 21st century, or even twenty years ago.

Tokyo is a place that Japanese people yearn for.

It is a bustling and beautiful place, with girls wearing short skirts in winter and corner convenience stores just two or three steps away.

"Unlike here, you have to ride your broken motorcycle to buy something."

Mrs. Takeda gritted her teeth.

Waiting for a boy on a snowy day, shouldn't this kind of love scene happen in romance TV dramas?
"Is that so?" Longchuan Che looked at Yamanaka Lake and smiled.

"But I actually like it here. In the summer, I can go to the mountains to catch stag beetles, and in the winter, I can go to the bamboo forest to dig fresh bamboo shoots. The only bad thing is that there are too many Qing Dajiang."

This boy actually has a strange attachment to this barren place. Mrs. Takeda looked at Ryukawa Toru with a look that asked if his head was blown out this afternoon.

"They are just some neighbors who speak rudely and like to take advantage of the land. What's good about them?"

Takako Takeda simply couldn't understand why Toru Ryukawa was feeling so good.

In her opinion, people in the mountains are rude, so she usually stays at home and hardly communicates with her neighbors.

"The clouds are colorful and the spring is bright. I play ball with you all day long. On a moonlit night with a gentle breeze, we dance all night long to cherish the remaining years."

Ryukawa Toru recited a line of Japanese poetry casually, and Takeda Takako chewed it twice and frowned.

"Have not heard?"

Longchuan Che’s smile was very annoying.

"If you keep saying that you should read more books, I will ask you to get out of here!"

Takeda Takako was furious. She was also a top student who graduated from Ochanomizu, and Ryukawa Toru made her look like a fool.

"No, reading more books won't help."

Long Chuan Che pinched the moonlight in his hand and smiled brightly.

“I wrote this myself.”

It is true that Natsuko Imamura is very capable, but Toru Ryukawa is not a fool who can only copy books.

Reading break rolls, getting a God.

No one in the world has read more books or remembered things more clearly than Ryukawa Che.

(End of this chapter)