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

Chapter 271 Literary Exchange Group (Happy New Year)
May 9th is the day when Songzhi Muzi returns.

During the rainy season in Tokyo, the weather is sometimes cloudy and sometimes sunny, and the air sticks to the body and feels stuffy.

Passing by his house, Ryukawa Toru saw two reporters from the Asahi Shimbun.

“Is there no privacy in this country?”

He was wearing a baseball cap and the black-framed glasses that were seen in Miss Imamura's room.

Longchuan Che said with a helpless tone.

The response to the group portrait viewing seemed to be greater than expected.

Everyone wanted to know how the young author would explain the fraud scandal.

This includes residences, schools, and companies.

There are authors waiting for him in many places.

"Writers are public figures. Normally it doesn't matter, but when something happens, the public has the right to know."

The eldest lady and Longchuan Che were sitting in a taxi, and the girl was reading a copy of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".

This collection of short folk stories from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties was recommended to her by Longchuan Che, who said it was very helpful in helping her write about the mysterious feeling of "the moon is hidden in the mist" and "the red leaves on the mountain are shrouded in mist".

"If I hold a fan meeting and say that I have nothing to do with Yomiuri Okamoto, will everyone believe me?"

"It's as unbelievable as going to a nightclub without a hostess."

"Isn't it true that there is no female public relations?"

"It's also true that you have nothing to do with Yomiuri Okamoto."

The eldest lady's words were a bit difficult to understand, but Longchuan Che understood that the matter had reached the point where it could not be explained whether a meeting was held or not.

According to the eldest lady, she wanted to avoid the limelight temporarily, and then find a way to reverse the public opinion after the group portrait was appreciated.

"Why does my father-in-law dislike me so much?"

Longchuan Tetsu sighed, and Imamura Natsuko's hand froze as she flipped through the book 'Scholar Ning Caichen Met Nie Xiaoqian on His Way to the Imperial Examination'.

She herself likes this kind of thriller with a bit of suspense, otherwise she wouldn't write a detective novel.

"It's fine if you talk nonsense in front of me, but don't joke around when you meet Muzi later."

Natsuko Imamura had a strange look on her face. Ryukawa Toru's father-in-law seemed to be getting more and more comfortable with calling him that. This morning he even asked her who the young lady would save if he and his father-in-law fell into the water at the same time. Natsuko Imamura was so angry that she almost sewed his mouth shut.

When mentioning pine branches, Longchuan Che raised his eyebrows.

My girlfriend went abroad before the Golden Week, and it has been half a month now.

“Actually, I’m a little weird.”

Longchuan Che's hands were tapping on his thighs.

His meeting with Matsueda Muko was a bit strange.

The girl seemed to show extraordinary enthusiasm for him, so much so that she could be seen at Yamanaka Lake during graduation season.

"Why do you think Muzi likes me?"

Ryukawa Toru's tone was full of boasting without him realizing it, and Imamura Natsuko's eyes were full of contempt.

From the eldest lady's perspective, Ryukawa Toru is quite good, but he seems to be a little bit lacking in being worthy of her best friend.

The eldest lady is smart and can make people feel comfortable, while Miss Muzi is cheerful and energetic enough to make people happy when they see her.

"Don't you know?"

The eldest lady's beautiful fingers were turning the pages of the paper. The book "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" seemed to suit the appetite of this gourmet.

"You two grew up in the same kindergarten."

As soon as the eldest lady finished speaking, Longchuan Che said it was impossible.

It's beautiful to have childhood sweethearts, but it's stupid not to recognize them when you grow up.

"It's not me."

Longchuan Che raised his eyebrows.

"Once I've seen it, I'll never forget it."

You can say it is a gifted talent or that it is different from ordinary people.

Longchuan Che has a photographic memory. Everything is stored in his mind like a movie scene, and he can use it whenever he needs it. There is no little girl named Songzhi Muzi in his memory.

"What you hear is education, and what you see is memory?"

The eldest lady pinched her delicate chin and seemed very interested.

"What is the third paragraph on page 72 of The Tale of Genji?"

The Tale of Genji is a book that the young lady often reads. Ryukawa Tetsu thought for a moment and said:
"When Xiaojun heard this, he was naturally very sad. The young master lay down for a while, but couldn't fall asleep. He simply got up and asked Xiaojun to get a pen and inkstone. He wrote on a piece of paper, expressing his feelings directly, as if he had no intention of giving it to anyone."

When Longchuan Che read this, he picked up the book in the eldest lady's hand and rolled it up, then lifted the girl's chin like Master Guanghua.

The eldest lady's chin is very smooth, like a well-polished jade.

"The fragrance of a cicada's clothes still lingers, and seeing it reminds me of the person who wore it, it is so pitiful."

Imamura Natsuko casually brushed away Ryukawa Toru's frivolous behavior and raised her eyebrows at Ryukawa Toru again.

"What about the third sentence on page eight of The Pillow Book?"

Both The Tale of Genji and The Pillow Book are ancient Chinese novels that ordinary people cannot memorize. Ryukawa Toru smacked his lips and said:

"The jade-like face is lonely and tearful, and the pear blossoms are wet with spring rain."

Both "The Tale of Genji" and "The Pillow Book" quote a lot of Tang Dynasty style literature. The former is a Chinese poem imitated from Tang Dynasty literature, while the latter directly quotes Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow".

The emperor of Han focused on color and thought, and Yuyu couldn't ask for it for many years.

Later, the eldest lady asked about "Kojiki" and "Nihonshoki".

"You can actually remember it?"

The eldest lady opened her mouth slightly, showing some surprise.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Longchuan Che picked up the plastic bottle next to him and took a sip of water. Even if he could remember so many things, the eldest lady couldn't.

"Ala~I've been discovered."

In fact, Imamura Natsuko had already known that Ryukawa Toru had a good memory. The girl took back "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and looked at the boy.

"Don't be too confident in your memory, Longchuan."

Even though it had been verified, the girl still had some hidden meaning.

“Willing to remember and wanting to forget are two different things.”

Natsuko Imamura occasionally showed some strange behavior, but Toru Ryukawa just shrugged and ignored her.

As the car drove from Shinjuku to Ota Ward, the sky above Haneda Airport began to clear up slowly.

The golden light tore apart a corner of the dark clouds, and one plane after another slowly landed.

While waiting, Longchuan Che received another call from his wife.

"where?"

"Airport."

The noise coming from the woman's end was very noisy, and from time to time one could hear some reporters asking questions.

There are constant voices like "When will Ryukawa Toru give a positive response?" and "Has Kodansha considered replacing the judges?"

Last time, even though people said he was not qualified for the position, his direct recommendation rights were revoked. This time, someone actually wanted to replace him directly.

The wife said as she dealt with the pressure over there.

"If you really have no choice, come and hide with us. I had some furniture bought for you this morning."

It’s impossible to stay at the eldest lady’s house forever, Longchuan Che thought about it and said okay.

While the two were chatting, a plane returning from South America landed.

Golden light accompanied by drizzle, and the girl stepping on the sky light reappeared from the corridor where she disappeared.

When the skirt flutters, it looks like the summer breeze blowing through the wheat fields.

When the other party happily called out "Archer, Archer".

A figure next to the other party made Long Chuanche frown.

(End of this chapter)