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

Chapter 244: Scumbag man and scumbag woman, who is better?
The wind from the sea comes from far away.

Add beautiful colors to each other's hair.

Takeda Maki had seen him last night, in bed.

But the other party changed his appearance today.

He wore a casual grey suit; the cotton and linen fabric gave him a refreshing feeling.

"Teacher Longchuan!"

Edogawa Shizune greeted happily, and Ryuukawa Toru nodded to her and continued talking to the French editor.

His eyes crossed with Takeda Shinki in public, and the woman was stunned by his lack of hesitation.

She wanted to ask what the other party meant, but she thought that the other party was just fulfilling her request very well.

One is different and two are wide, and each is happy.

Longchuan Che also said that we are strangers and will never meet again.

Feeling a strange sour feeling in her heart, Takeda Shinki took a deep breath and followed Ryukawa Toru and the others into the Bayin Hall.

"Do you know?"

I don’t know if it was because of the interview, but the book signing session was suspended for a while.

Inside the hall were "Hear the Wind Sing" and "Pinball in 1973", two works published by Ryukawa Tetsu in Kodansha. The French editor glanced at his good friend.

The situation of these two people is very strange.

The young assistant was happily chatting with someone in front, while Takeda Shinki was staring at him coldly.

Even strangers would say hello, and the French editor looked at Takeda Maki with a look that suggested this was no more interesting than an interview.

"do not know."

Takeda Shinki said this in a tone of "if you ignore me, I will ignore you too."

"It seems to be the author of our publishing house. Who knows."

"Oh~ the author."

Kodansha has so many authors, if not tens of thousands, then at least thousands.

The French editor took two big steps forward and pushed aside the mumbling assistant.

She has no idea how to read other people's expressions and she thinks this assistant career has come to an end.

"Is Mr. Longchuan doing a book signing here?"

The style of the autograph session is evident in the music box tube.

Colorful tricks, books.

It's a little small, but everything is in order.

The style of the dress was surprisingly similar to that of her friend, and the blonde editor looked at her friend again.

"Well, it will be over in two or three days."

When the French editor really met Ryukawa Toru, he felt that he was a young man whom it was difficult for anyone to feel dislike for.

Red lips, white teeth and strong brow bones.

There is a sense of elegance with just the right temperament.

"It's quite rare to hold a book signing here."

Anne Erno made a simple small talk. Although she was reluctant when she came, she was still very conscientious when she really met the other party.

I just don't know how much gossip there is in this diligence.

From the first floor to the lounge on the second floor.

The two of them sat on the balcony where Takeda Maki often sat.

Seagulls flew over the sails on the seashore, and Anne Erno picked up a notebook and looked at the other party.

“Tell me briefly about why you became a writer.”

In fact, I am not very interested in the other person's experience. It is more like a formulaic operation.

Anne Erno wrote in the notebook Toru Ryukawa, eighteen years old, published author of five books.

Japanese literature is delicate and sensitive in style and does not have a large international audience.

The editor planned to ask a few casual questions and then interrogate his friend's thoughts.

Takeda Shinki was a cold and arrogant woman. It was the first time that Anne Elno saw her look unhappy.

His face was gloomy and his brows were furrowed.

It was like they were playing a game where whoever spoke first would lose. "Of course I write for money."

Ryukawa Toru pinched his chin. He was a little surprised when Imamura Natsuko told him that an international magazine wanted to interview him.

World literature is different from Japanese literature. It starts from ancient literature and ends with 20th century literature.

There are countless literary genres that have emerged from this. Ryukawa Tetsu does not think that he, who has only written the "Youth Trilogy" and the single "Snow Country", can enter the category of world literature.

"Because of money?"

Having interviewed many authors, Ryukawa Toru's answer did not surprise the French editor.

"Our French playwrights once said that writing is like prostitution. It starts out for love, then for friends, and finally for money. Mr. Longchuan seems to have reached the final stage all of a sudden."

"Molière?"

"Yes, the classicist."

Longchuan Che was chatting with the other party, and he could clearly feel that the other party's attention was not on him.

His eyes wandered, and he looked at the white birds on the sea from time to time.

I am not as interesting to the other person as the scenery at the seaside.

Was this interview possible because of the influence of a third party?

Longchuan Che pinched his chin. He still had some self-awareness at this time.

The Youth Trilogy is a collection of works by Murakami during his youth. There is only one work, Snow Country, and it has not been completed.

"Have some handmade pancakes, freshly made this morning."

Longchuan Che interrupted the other party's chattering. No one would be interested in this kind of cookie-cutter interview even if it was published.

To enter the international literary world, one must have won some international awards or published some works that are in line with the international market.

Longchuan Che didn't like this kind of useless work.

The interview, which was like reading a script, was suddenly interrupted, and the editor was stunned.

"Natsuko recommended you to come to me? Or was it for some other reason?"

Ryukawa Toru picked up the cookie and took a bite. It was made by his wife in the morning. She seemed very happy that an international magazine came to interview Ryukawa Toru.

I was so happy that I postponed the book signing event to prepare food, but this interview seems to be mixed with water.

"You do not know?"

Although the French woman had a good first impression of Longchuan Tetsu, she now gave him a slightly sarcastic look.

In her opinion, if the other party is really capable, he should win a prestigious award like Natsuko Imamura, instead of enjoying the benefits while acting like a proud literati.

Light up a ladies' cigarette that you wouldn't normally light.

The blonde woman exhaled a puff of white mist in relief.

She also has a temper, and it doesn't feel good to be forced to come to Hokkaido.

"Is Mr. Longchuan that kind of person? A character created by the French writer Moliere."

Moliere, a famous French playwright.

His most famous works are "The Miser" and "The Hypocrite".

Longchuan Che felt that treating the other person to a meal should not be considered as being stingy, so it was obviously the latter.

"Why are you cursing for no reason?"

Longchuan Che smiled with his teeth showing. This French girl smokes, drinks, and has a bad temper.

"I don't know what your background is."

The woman dusted off her cigarette ash, her tone somewhat disdainful.

“It’s just a literary interview. Isn’t it too much of a fuss to threaten to withdraw funding?”

Although the interview with the New French Review is of considerable weight, it would be an exaggeration to let Mizuho Bank intervene.

It is one of the top Japanese institutions in the world. In terms of commercial scale, Gallimard pales in comparison.

"That's it."

He actually became a person who got in through the backdoor, and Longchuan Che observed a moment of silence for his wife who had been happy for half a day.

"That…"

Longchuan Che was just about to say, "Let's stop here today."

A woman wearing tassel earrings sat down in her usual seat.

(End of this chapter)