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

Chapter 28 Lively Winter Solstice 4
"This novel"

Tanaka Koizumi took the manuscript and read it over and over again.

There are not many manuscripts left, most of which were sent out by Longchuan Che.

The beginning of the story was cut off, and only the scene where Komako played "Quanjinzhang" could be seen.

【A country geisha in her 19s or 20s couldn't possibly be that good at playing the shamisen, but she played it like a stage at a banquet. Why? Maybe she was immersed in the sadness of the mountains, the man thought. Komako sometimes deliberately read the lyrics, sometimes slowly, sometimes skipping them because it was too troublesome. Gradually, as if she was obsessed, her voice became louder and her playing became clearer. The man only felt trembling and lay down on his side as if he was bluffing.】

There is no theater, no walls, no audience. The sound of the shamisen seems to ring out clearly at some time in winter, echoing straight into the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

The description seemed to make something material. Tanaka Koizumi frowned, looked at Takeda and her daughter and said seriously:
“This novel is not very good!”

Mr. Tanaka, who writes popular novels, patted a few thin sheets of paper and said with a hint of guidance:

"Because I went to the countryside to take a hot spring bath and met a geisha. It was very cliché. I kept flirting with the geisha. Is this a erotic novel?"

Tanaka Koizumi looked at Mrs. Takeda seriously.

"This person is not suitable for writing novels."

The best-selling novelist's words were somewhat sharp. Mrs. Takeda was stunned. She had read the novel and she thought it was quite good. She didn't expect it to be so bad in the eyes of others.

Flowery novel?

Thinking of Ryukawa Toru's blunt statement that he was taking inspiration from herself, Mrs. Takeda's face turned red for no apparent reason.

"Tsk, what a waste."

Hearing such comments on Ryukawa Toru's work, Takeda Akane curled her lips. She had originally held the idea that Ryukawa Toru might become a novelist to earn money and then be exploited by her, but now it seems that her idea has been shattered.

"It's not easy to be a novelist."

Seeing the mother and daughter in deep thought because of his comments, Tanaka Koizumi smiled very confidently.

"Chi~"

A few people were talking there, and suddenly a young man's sneer was heard at the entrance.

The voice was faint, with a hint of helplessness.

The four people standing in a circle turned their heads and saw the boy wearing a black windbreaker, standing at the door with his hands in his pockets. The snowflakes and cold air behind him slowly swallowed up the warmth in the house.

"Didn't I tell you to come back later?"

The young man had red lips and white teeth. He was Ryukawa Toru who had been away from home for half a day. Takeda Akane looked at him taking off his shoes and changing shoes at the door, and said something a little dissatisfied.

"Well, come back and get something."

After the boy appeared here, he magically attracted everyone's attention like a black vortex.

Everyone watched him walk to the table, pick up a cup and pour himself a glass of hot water, then slowly walk to Tanaka Koizumi.

"Give me the stuff."

Longchuan Che stretched out his finger and hooked it gently.

"what?"

"In your hand."

“You wrote this.”

"Donate your brain to those in need if you don't need it."

Mrs. Takeda noticed that Ryukawa Toru's eyes were distracted when he was talking to Tanaka Koizumi. No one knew where he was looking or what he was thinking, but he was not looking at the other person.

A little contemptuous, a little troublesome.

Mrs. Takeda's intuition told her that if Tanaka Koizumi hadn't been holding his things, he wouldn't have even said a word to the other party.

"What did you say?"

Tanaka Koizumi was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his ears in disbelief.

He is a teacher in school and a best-selling novelist outside. He has a high social status and is wealthy.

Many people are polite to him, but what did this student just say to him?
"Tsk, my ears aren't good either."

Longchuan Che curled his lips, stretched out two fingers and pulled his manuscript from Tanaka Koizumi's hand. His expression that showed he was too lazy to say anything more made Tanaka Koizumi's face turn red.

For some reason, Mrs. Takeda burst out laughing when she saw that Ryukawa Toru, who had always made her lose face recently, had hit a snag with Tanaka Koizumi.

A slender and tall nose, moist and watery lips, slightly downward-curved eyebrows, and a charming smile flashing in the eyes.

The woman's smile was so charming that the men present were stunned. By the time they reacted, Mrs. Takeda, who felt it was a bit rude, had already wiped away the smile from her lips.

"why are you laughing?"

Ryukawa Toru looked at Mrs. Takeda, while Tanaka Koizumi's face looked very ugly.

"I" Takeda Takako's eyes rolled like a child, "I remembered some happy things."

Mrs. Takeda would never say that she was happy that Ryukawa Toru had helped her vent her anger.

The two men are birds of a feather. Tanaka Koizumi secretly tried to lure her with wealth, while Ryukawa Toru, the bastard, took direct action.

Mrs. Takeda cursed this and that in her heart, while Tanaka Koizumi, who was humiliated by the two of them, narrowed her eyes as big as green beans and looked at Ryukawa Toru.

He didn't know what the relationship between Ryukawa Toru and the mother and daughter of the Takeda family was, but the seventeen or eighteen-year-old high school student never looked at him straight in the eye since he entered the door, and even made him embarrassed in front of Mrs. Takeda.

"Young man, this novel was written by you, right?"

Tanaka Koizumi's expression was uncertain at first, and then he suddenly laughed.

He was not tall and his face was greasy, but his tone at this moment carried a hint of helplessness.

"Did you hear what I just said?"

He watched Ryukawa Tetsu slowly rolling up his manuscript. The boy still ignored him, but Tanaka Koizumi continued to talk:
"You are still young, and something you spent so much effort on writing is being denied. I know you are upset."

At this time, Tanaka Koizumi was convinced that Ryukawa Toru was in this attitude because he had just criticized his work.

Young people always think they can pick stars and moon, but they don’t know that they are nothing in the eyes of truly successful people.

"Broaden your horizons and recognize your own shortcomings so that you can make progress. If you want to write a novel, you can ask me more often in the future."

Tanaka Koizumi's tone is the tone he uses to instruct students in school.

Perhaps this is indeed the case with both of them in the eyes of outsiders.

One is a teacher in a prestigious school, and the other is a poor student from the countryside.

Tanaka Koizumi did not read Ryukawa Toru's novel carefully, just like he did not believe that sunflowers could grow in mud.

"There's nothing wrong with being humble, eager to learn, and asking experienced people for advice. I signed a contract and made my debut three years ago."

The middle-aged man stood on tiptoe and patted Longchuan Che's shoulder, then reached out to take the other's manuscript.

He came here today to show off his charm in front of Mrs. Takeda, so how could he be rejected for no reason?

“Hugo said that the greatest stupidity of man is stubbornness.”

Longchuan Che dusted off the manuscript paper and tucked the paper under his armpit.

"Just because you've lived a few more years, you dare to tell me what to do?"

After the boy finished speaking, he ignored the people here and walked out with the manuscript. Tanaka Koizumi's face turned pale and then he followed the other person out.

The moment he went out, this middle-aged man who had always been proud of being a best-selling author stood there in a daze.

"Editor-in-Chief Xiao Xiaoye."

In the wind and snow, a middle-aged man in black stood at the door of Longchuan Che's house and paced back and forth, occasionally looking inside, as if he was anxiously waiting for something.

(End of this chapter)