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

Chapter 300: Gentle Country 1
The water droplets fell on the green leaves and then fell from the branches into the lotus-shaped pool.

The rain got a little heavier when Mrs. Takeda walked out of the main building of the University of Tokyo.

The water splashed in the pool, causing the poppies not far away to sway gently.

The wife looked around and saw Longchuan Che under the eaves not far away.

He was squatting under the eaves, feeding a wet stray cat with a sausage.

"Where's Xiao Qian?"

The kitten is thin and ugly, and I don’t know where it came from.

The wife looked around but didn't see her cute and well-behaved daughter.

"She said she had classes to attend."

Longchuan Che broke the sausage into pieces and chewed the remaining half in his mouth.

The wife had been in there for quite some time, and it was already nearly evening.

"You're not leaving yet, are you waiting for me to take you away?"

The wife clasped her arms, her expression somewhat cold and arrogant.

"Isn't it your responsibility to send me off?"

Longchuan Che puffed out his cheeks and chewed, and his wife's expression did not look very good.

That's the expression that says I'm being sincere to you, but you're hiding it from me.

"The Kujo family has plenty of people to send their eldest grandson off, but why do they need a little woman like me?"

The lady held up an umbrella and walked into the rain.

The woman had a graceful figure, and was even more beautiful than a delicate flower in the drizzle.

Longchuan Che approached with a licking face, ignoring his wife's sarcasm.

My wife is just not good at some things, but she is not really stupid.

Today, Ryukawa Tetsu and Kujo Fujitaka had a very familiar conversation, and it was obvious that this was not the first time they had met.

The children of the Kujo family who were away from home may have already started their journey home.

The wife felt uncomfortable whenever she thought of this.

"Your mother tried her best to bring you out, and you still want to go back?"

The lady looked at Longchuan Che, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that there is a hand behind the scenes fanning the flames, whether it is the judges of the Youth Award or the Group Portrait Award.

Some people tried desperately to promote Ryukawa Che to the highest position in the literary world, and even the New French Review, which was far away abroad, came across the ocean to serve him.

No one else is more suitable for the title of "Noble Son" than him. The lady held up an umbrella and was about to stride forward.

After taking two steps, the wife found that Longchuan Che had not followed her. She looked back and saw Longchuan Che standing in the rain, not knowing what he was thinking.

The plum rains in May and June blossomed at his fingertips. His wife gritted her teeth and pulled Longchuan Che back under the umbrella.

"Follow me somewhere."

The wife had a stern face and looked a little scary.

"Where?"

Longchuan Che smiled and put his arm around the woman's waist, feeling that sometimes being soft-hearted can be used as a weakness.

"my home."

The wife pouted as if a little dissatisfied. There is a big difference whether Longchuan Toru's last name is Longchuan or Kujo.

The red Camry sedan drove westward, and the road that it had driven on once looked particularly familiar.

"The Takeda family is in Kyoto?"

The car drove past the tree-lined path where we stopped last time, and the sound of cloth tearing seemed to still ring in my ears.

Wind, forest, fire, and volcano, Jia Pei's tiger.

The Takeda family was supposed to be in Yamanashi, but his wife took him to Kyoto.

"It's on the edge of the Kamo River, not far from Gion."

The wife curled her lips.

“After the Meiji Restoration, my family moved there.”

The Meiji Restoration was a reform that began in 1868, when the central court nobles and local daimyo were all conferred the title of nobility.

The Takeda family was one of them. "Although I have a noble title, I can't do what I did before."

Mrs. Takeda smacked her lips. The Takeda family was once considered a samurai clan, and going back further, they were daimyo who were granted fiefdoms of certain places.

"I went to Kyoto for business."

The wife explained.

After the Meiji Restoration, the emperor was respected and the barbarians were expelled. A large number of samurai classes and shogunate lords fell, and the Takeda family started a cooking business.

"There are 126 stores under the Nishiki Market Revitalization Association in Kyoto, and they are all mine."

The lady's tone sounded a little proud. In fact, many families did not live very well after the great changes of the Meiji Restoration.

Under the overall reform, the interests of some small families are destined to be sacrificed. Only noble families like Kujo can continue to thrive.

"Does the whole street belong to you?"

Ryukawa Toru pursed his lips. His wife used to shout "I am the descendant of Takeda Shingen" every day, but now she sounded like a local rich man.

"If you dare to mess with me, I will beat you out with three sticks."

The wife gritted her teeth. During her time in Yamanashi, she was badly bullied by Ryukawa Toru.

She didn't expect that a person could change so much. He was originally gentle, but suddenly became a cruel and ruthless person.

Just like his grandfather.

The wife said nothing and took more than three hours to take Ryukawa Toru from Tokyo back to Kyoto.

It was still rainy in Kyoto.

The falling rain hit the blue-black stone slabs.

Ryukawa Toru and his wife parked the car next to "Jumping Turtle" and then jogged along the Kamo River into a small villa.

The yard is not big, and the irregular stone pavement inside is covered with a layer of light green moss during the rainy season.

This is where the woman grew up. Long Chuan Che looked at the old objects everywhere in a daze.

"Don't just stand there, come and help."

Walking along the eaves, the lady came to a door.

The lady took the key and pried it into the rusty keyhole. Longchuan Che scratched his head and walked forward.

"How long have you been away?"

Longchuan Che was a little curious. Whether it was the green moss or the rusty keyhole, it showed that no one had come back to visit his wife's hometown for a long time.

A light plum rain fell on the clear river surface. The lady pried at the lock, speechless.

"The last time was about sixteen years ago, and I just redeemed this house from the bank two years ago."

Sixteen years ago was a very delicate number. The financial bubble had just occurred and my wife’s family had not yet fallen into poverty.

"Longchuan Tetsu, do you know your grandpa?"

The wife dug with the key, her tone somewhat weak.

She thought about taking Longchuan Che back to her home, but she never thought of this method.

"The Takeda family and the Kujo family originally had a cooperative relationship."

The lady lowered her head and didn't look at Longchuan Che. She rested her head on the door that she couldn't enter and her tone was quite bitter.

"Financial bubble, business crisis, your grandfather deliberately stabbed his ally sixteen years ago to make the Kujo family stronger and stronger."

Originally a descendant of the Dingge family, Jiujo took advantage of a financial bubble to short sell many business families.

If you borrow money in advance, you will suffer deductions if the account is put on hold.

The lady briefly pointed out the bloodless cruelty of those people in killing people.

The two sisters from the Takeda family, who were allies, were left homeless and their parents became ill from overwork.

"If you find one, two, or three women, I'll get over it with a little bit of grit."

The wife touched the door of her home which she still could not enter, and began to wipe away her tears in a pretend manner.

"If your name is Kujo Tetsuya."

The wife glanced secretly at Longchuan Che.

"How can my sister and I be with you?"

(End of this chapter)