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

Chapter 251 The crown of Wenhua is reserved for me 1
"Are you fooling the devil?"

The woman in front of him was so serious that Longchuan Che was so angry that he laughed.

Let’s not talk about why so many authors in their publishing house would directly recommend themselves.

"You are the only one who has the final say in your publishing house?"

As far as Ryukawa Tetsu knows, the structure of the New French Review is complex.

It was first led by André Gide, the author of The Narrow Gate, and co-founded with Gaston Gallimard.

It is one of the top ten literary magazines in the world, with a complex internal structure.

"Well..."

Anne Erno curled her lips and muttered, looking like she had failed in her promise.

"As long as your work is good enough and has high literary value, this direct recommendation spot will definitely be yours."

Anne Erno patted Longchuan Che's shoulder with a serious look, and Longchuan Che sneered.

The work is good enough and has high literary quality.

It doesn't matter where he writes.

Just now you acted as if you could recommend me for the Kafka Prize, but now it all depends on your own ability.

"Not only is he tough, he's also very cunning."

Long Chuan Che calmly pushed the woman's hand away, completely shattering the French filter.

The yacht has two floors, and fishing rods for sea fishing are set up at the back.

When Longchuan reached the second floor, the speed of the boat had gradually slowed down.

"Did you catch any fish, Miss Takako?"

There were two people at the sea fishing location, one was wearing a simple white shirt and suit next to him, and the other was wearing a black long skirt with a charming figure.

In order to avoid calling the wrong person, Longchuan Che called his wife's name.

The lady did not answer, but adjusted the wide-brimmed sun hat on her head.

"No, I haven't caught any yet."

Takeda Shinki turned her head and responded very shamefully.

I clearly called her Miss Takako, not Miss Takeda.

Why did the person who responded to me was the executive, with whom I had a strained relationship in the past two days?
Longchuan Che made a sound and didn't know how to respond.

"Aren't you here to help?"

The wife stood in the sun and gave her man a very coquettish look.

These two people say they are stupid every day and can't handle their own things well.

One left hesitantly, and the other was so angry that he couldn't sleep for two days.

My wife doesn't believe that these two people can break up completely.

Jiumengzi was lowering the anchor chain compartment in front, and Longchuan Che came down from the second floor.

The lady was casting her fishing rod, while Takeda Shinki was standing aside, indifferent.

Ryukawa Toru glanced at Takeda Maki's red earlobe.

"what happened?"

He asked his wife in a low voice. The woman was reluctant to speak before, but now she was speaking to him despite her awkwardness.

It was obvious that the wife had said something to her.

"My younger sister was disobedient, so I gave her a lesson."

The lady adjusted her wide-brimmed hat and spoke very gracefully.

"Takako!"

The woman spoke very frivolously, and Takeda Shinki glared at his wife in anxiety.

"what!"

The lady spoke sternly, and it was the first time that Longchuan Che saw her so majestic.

Oh, it’s not accurate to say it was the first time. The other party was also so arrogant at Lake Yamanaka.

"fine!"

Being talked back by her sister and even being addressed as sister by the person who was actually against her, Takeda Shinki gritted her teeth and swallowed back the words she was going to use to educate her sister, obviously very unwillingly.

This scene, which was comparable to the backward flow of Arakawa water, made Longchuan Che gasp and gave his wife a look of how did you do that.

The woman didn't answer, but just turned her body arrogantly.

Longchuan Che felt that if the other party had a tail, it would have already reached the sky.

The sisters needed help while sea fishing, as some of the larger fish in the ocean would have knocked them off their rods.

The time spent anchored for sea fishing is long and boring.

Longchuan Che sat down next to the two of them, thought for a while, and went upstairs to get paper and pen from his wife's bag.

Ryukawa Toru was not very interested in the invitation from the French female editor because an editor far away in Tokyo threatened to fire him if he did not submit his manuscript.

He sighed and wrote down the two words that took up quite a bit of time in the notebook.

"Ancient capital?" You can put the fishing rod there and reel it in when the fish is hooked.

The wife leaned her head closer and looked at the two words that Longchuan Che said.

Written casually with a fountain pen, it seems to have some magical color.

Dark blue slate, ancient stage.

Just these two words give off a sense of heaviness. I have only felt a similar feeling when Ryukawa Toru wrote "Snow Country".

"Since we're all out playing, let's take a break."

The sea breeze blew a beautiful color on the lady's shoulders and neck.

Their place is four or five nautical miles away from the harbor and they can see the long bay of Otaru.

Longchuan Che always spends a long time writing, his wife said in a consoling way.

"No, I was pretending."

Longchuan Che picked up his phone and took a photo of himself and the handwritten manuscript in his hand.

And sent a text message to Editor Ono.

[Editor-in-Chief Ono, I have already been thinking about creating works about traditional culture. ]

Seeing that Ryukawa Toru didn't forget to fool the editor even when he was going out to sea, Takeda Takako's eyes twitched.

"As for it?"

"This guy asked me yesterday whether it hurts more to be hit by a metal bat or a wooden baseball bat. Why don't you just write a book instead of doing a book signing?"

If there was anyone who had the highest expectations for Ryukawa Toru, it was undoubtedly the editor of Shinchosha who hoped that he would "do something new and original".

Promised each other a trilogy of traditional aesthetics.

Ryukawa Toru promised to write it as soon as he returned to Tokyo.

"What's the story of this novel?"

Suddenly I'm very interested in Ryuukawa Toru's new novel.

If you think about it carefully, my wife is in every novel of Ryukawa Tetsu.

"Snow Country", "Golden Pavilion", "Youth Trilogy", "I Am a Cat".

His wife has participated in every writing moment in Ryukawa Tetsu's life, and she doesn't want to be absent in the future.

"Um…"

Longchuan Che pinched his chin.

"A story of twins."

"twin?"

My wife and Takeda Shinki were staring at him at the same time.

"In the ancient capital, an old vine gave birth to two petals. The elder sister Chieko was adopted by a silk wholesaler and lived a glamorous life, while Naoko grew up in Kitayama and made a living by hard work. The two met by chance, and the story unfolded from then on."

Longchuan Che opened his mouth. The content of his story was very simple.

In other words, the story-telling aspect of pure literature is not the main thing.

What literary creators should do is to look at the content on the surface and figure out how to write what they want in the story.

Pure literature focuses on content, while popular literature focuses on entertainment.

This is true from beginning to end.

"I always feel like you're hinting at something."

One of the twins grew up in the ancient city of Kyoto, and the other in the remote Kitayama. Takeda Takako looked at her sister and then at herself.

People always tap into something in their minds because of what's around them.

Longchuan Che flatly denied it.

"Wasn't it the same last time?"

Takeda Maki stared at the sea, wondering why no fish were taking the bait.

"In 1973's Pinball, the protagonist's date is also twins."

"He might have some weird fetish for twins."

He was falsely accused of having a preference for twins.

Long Chuan Che frowned.

“Literary creation is a very rigorous matter.”

"Just like I can imitate Li Yu's "Random Thoughts" and write 48 ways to play with small feet, including smelling, sucking, licking, biting, etc."

"But that doesn't mean I like feet, understand?"

"What little feet?"

Ryuukawa Toru denied that he wrote about twins, but he just had a fetish for liking twins.

The drunken French woman came out from the side and looked at the title of the article on Longchuan Che's leg.

(End of this chapter)