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

Chapter 290 Kyoto, Kyoto 3
"Although it's a little late, it's obviously not time to go to bed yet."

"What do you mean?"

"I hope Longchuan-san won't dream so early."

Miss Imamura looked helpless.

"The first condition is negotiable, but the second is absolutely impossible."

The girl's frank attitude surprised Longchuan Che. He originally thought that both conditions would be rejected by the other party without hesitation.

As a result, the first one can actually be negotiated?
The Minister of Education is an important administrative position under the Cabinet after all, and he just said he didn't want it? ?

"My father is not really suited to politics, so I'm taking this opportunity to persuade him to step down."

Natsuko Imamura seemed to notice Ryukawa Toru's surprise and explained slightly.

"Change the second condition."

The girl seemed to be able to see that Imamura Yukawa's resignation would not satisfy Ryukawa Toru, so she looked at Ryukawa Toru and said.

It’s okay for Imamura Yukawa to be demoted, but it’s not okay for him to get engaged.

The girl's eyes clearly showed this emotion.

The sound of wooden clogs stepping on the bluestone pavement outside the house came, and Longchuan Che's eyes turned.

"No, I want you to marry me."

Ryukawa Toru looked like a villain who bullied men and women, and Imamura Natsuko pinched her nose bridge in pain.

She could see that Ryukawa Toru was serious, but that didn't mean he liked her, and it didn't even have anything to do with going back to the Kujo family.

"Can't you change your character?"

Natsuko Imamura sighed. She could see that Toru Ryukawa was just trying to disgust his father.

"Too perfect? ​​I think so too."

Longchuan Che patted his clothes and stood up slowly.

"Shall we go eat? The kaiseki cuisine here seems pretty good."

The negotiations broke down, and Ryukawa Toru's second condition was simply unacceptable to Imamura Natsuko.

"Let's go."

Natsuko Imamura stood up from the ground with a rustling sound. She was just about to go to eat.

From the rooms to the dining room.

The hotel is run by Nishi-Honganji Temple, and many Buddhist elements can be seen in the hotel.

Buddhist scriptures hanging on the wall and a token of a great monk in the niche.

"The handwriting of Saint Qinying? This is an antique, right? Is it okay to put it here?"

We stopped at a corner of the aisle and saw an old, yellowed paper in the niche.

The six characters "Namo Amitabha" are written in the saint's handwriting and were left by "Shiningi", who is known as the twin pillars of Japan together with Dogen.

"Shinori was the founder of Nishi Honganji Temple, so it's not surprising to see his handwriting here."

The two Buddhist sects that are popular in Japan now are Nichiren and Shingon. Shinin founded the Pure Land Sect, which breaks the strict rules and precepts.

Ryukawa Toru looked at Imamura Natsuko in surprise.

"You actually like Buddhism."

Although religious law is also a part of literature, there are only a few people who can clearly explain the relationship between Shinori and Nishi Honganji like the girl.

"Don't you like it too?"

Natsuko Imamura pinched her chin.

She remembered that Ryukawa Tetsu had written a Golden Pavilion.

The Golden Pavilion, the Silver Pavilion and the Hiunkaku of Nishi Honganji Temple are collectively known as the Three Pavilions of Kyoto and are international cultural heritage sites.

“It’s rare for girls to like it.”

Longchuan Che is a bit chauvinistic. While the two were chatting, a group of people came in the aisle.

They were all wearing kimonos, including Ichiro Obi and Susumu Akechi.

They were all judges this time, and they all looked at Longchuan Che with complicated eyes.

"Longchuan..."

Ichiro Oobi's expression was the most complicated. He went from ostracizing Ryukawa Toru to respecting him.

"Ryukawa Tetsu."

Before Ichiro Oobi could finish his words, he was interrupted by someone beside him.

There were ten judges for the group portrait award. At this moment, a judge whom Ryukawa Tetsu had never seen before spoke to Ryukawa Tetsu. "How dare you come here?"

Longchuan Che has a bad reputation outside now, and many people regard him as a heretic and sinner.

Longchuan Che lazily scratched his ears and looked at Mingzhi Jin who was in the lead.

This old man with golden wheat ears on his head is the chief judge of the group portrait appreciation and the person with the highest status in the group.

"Teacher, are you here to question me too?"

Longchuan Che asked with a smile.

A group of people came to see him in groups, obviously as if they had made an appointment.

"Let's talk over there."

The situation of his students was too complicated, so Mingzhijin sighed and pointed in the direction of the restaurant.

After passing by the handwriting of "Namo Amitabha", the group arrived at the place where they would have their meal.

The dining room is a long Japanese-style room.

There were five pairs of low tables placed in two rows. As soon as Longchuan Che came in, he sat down at the upper left without any hesitation.

"Fortunately, it's a hotel-style lodging, not a training lodging, otherwise we would have to turn off the lights and fold the quilts on time, not to mention such delicious kaiseki cuisine."

After they sat down, Ichiro Oobi tried to break the ice in the somewhat confrontational atmosphere.

Longchuan Che has a bad reputation in the literary world now, and many people stared at him since he sat down.

Many people have the impression that he is unorthodox and arrogant.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Sitting in his seat, Longchuan Che picked up a cup of golden chrysanthemum and rinsed his mouth.

Kaiseki cuisine is a high-end private meal in Japan, with rice, soup, sauce and other small dishes placed in front of each person.

"Tea comes last."

Seeing that Longchuan Tetsu did not follow the rules and drank the tea first, Mingzhi Jin sighed and said.

"I want to know the probability that you will withdraw from that project in Princeton."

On the day of the exchange meeting, Akechi Jin had already heard everything that happened from his good friend Kaga Yufu.

I couldn't believe that my student was standing so blatantly against all Japanese intellectuals. Akechi Susumu had spoken up for him in the newspaper just two days ago, saying that he would not be partial or corrupt in the group portrait award ceremony.

From being forced into doing so at the beginning to admiring this student later on.

When Ryukawa Toru got into trouble, Akechi Susumu also tried to help his student.

However, there were witnesses and recordings of the group portrait appreciation.

Even though he was considered a literary giant, he was unable to help Longchuan Che clear the accusations.

"Almost zero."

Longchuan Che glanced at the eldest lady who was unwilling to get engaged to him.

“The retranslation of The Tale of Genji is inevitable, unless…”

Longchuan Che didn't finish his words, but many people knew what he wanted to say.

"Do you really think your Snow Country is well written?"

The judge who spoke earlier opened his mouth sarcastically.

"The Ministry of Education and the Writers Association are planning to hold the first Tanizaki Junichiro Award. If you have the talent, why not submit your work "Snow Country" for the competition?"

Tanizaki Junichiro was a Japanese writer in the early nineteenth century.

He once wrote "In Praise of Shadows" and was known as the author who best represented Japanese beauty in the last century.

"what happened?"

Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology, Writers Association.

These two organizations that would never have been put together in the past jointly hosted the first Tanizaki Junichiro Award. Ryukawa Toru raised his eyebrows and looked at Imamura Natsuko.

"Negotiations are negotiations, and the response of the government and the literati will not stagnate."

The young lady ate her kaiseki meal leisurely.

Golden chrysanthemums bloomed around the girl's lips.

"You now…"

The girl sighed.

"He is the public enemy of Japanese literature, Mr. Ryukawa Toru."

(End of this chapter)