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

Chapter 301: Gentle Country 2
Woohoo.

When it was rainy, the sound of a woman crying could be heard echoing along the Kamo River.

Breaking through the swirling moss, wandering back and forth in the secluded courtyard.

Some of them are fake, and sometimes they observe the man's reaction through the gaps between their fingertips.

Longchuan Che smiled and ignored her, and pushed open the still rusty door with his hand.

There was a squeak.

The door that had been vacant for many years was pushed open, and the traces of time seemed to flow out from inside.

The floor was covered with dust and the interior decorations had not seen the light of day for a long time.

The house seemed a little empty, and the valuables had been taken away long ago.

There is only an old Buddhist shrine in the corner of the house.

In Japan, Buddhist altars have a status that everyone worships, and they are decorated during the Obon Festival and New Year.

There were some grayish-white photos placed next to the shrine, but Longchuan Che did not feel scared on this rainy afternoon.

"Where's the incense?"

Longchuan Che hooked his finger at his wife. There was always some other meaning when a woman brought a man back to the old house.

Either meeting parents or burning incense and paying tribute.

It can be considered as a form of development of the relationship between a man and a woman to a certain extent.

"You haven't promised me yet."

The wife bit her fingernails. The last time she sent Ryukawa Toru to Kyoto, she said she would bring him to see it.

"Promise what?"

Longchuan Che asked even though he knew the answer.

"hehe."

The wife sneered. From a woman's perspective, the possibility of Longchuan Tetsu agreeing to her was almost zero. Who would be willing to hang around outside when they could go back to the Kujo family?

"Then you can go back and be your eldest master!"

The lady stepped hard with her high heels, as if she was going to put a hole in the dilapidated wooden board.

When I followed my wife out of the house, the woman had already run far away.

"You have to let me think about it, right?"

This is a case of rebellion against Tiangang, the head maid is threatening the master.

Longchuan Che smiled while holding an umbrella.

The woman ran a long distance on the bluestone pavement, then turned around and looked at Long Chuan Che suspiciously, shielding her head from the drizzle with her hands.

"How long do you think about it?"

The wife asked directly.

In his wife's eyes, there is a big difference whether Ryukawa Toru's surname is Kujo or Ryukawa.

One is the heir of a big family that destroyed her family, and the other is
The wife blushed.

One is the younger generation she raised since childhood.

"How about when I get back from Europe this time?"

The lady looked embarrassed and no one knew what she was thinking about.

Longchuan Che walked over with an umbrella, thought for a while and said.

Princeton University's exchange program started in America and ended in Europe.

As one of the members of the new project, he will also go through the entire exchange meeting with them.

Britain was the birthplace of "Beowulf", France was the birthplace of "Song of Roland", Germany was the birthplace of "Song of the Nibelungs", and Russia was the birthplace of "The Tale of Igor's Campaign".

The road to reconstructing world literature goes far beyond Japanese literature's The Tale of Genji.

"You really need to help those foreigners translate!"

The wife was a little surprised. In her opinion, Longchuan Che's contact with people from Princeton University was more like a means.

He obviously prefers ancient Chinese literature, and he doesn't seem very happy to interact with Westerners.

"It's a trick, ma'am."

A few words interrupted the woman's thoughts and she didn't know where they were going.

Longchuan Che took his wife's hand and walked out.

The rain was getting heavier, and the originally clear Kamogawa River became slightly turbid.

The surging waves gathered at the fork in the river, and then flowed along the river bank without looking back into the Katsura River, which could flow further.

The river water was like an old dragon rushing forward. The lady looked at Longchuan Che in confusion.

"What kind of tricks?" The wife curled her lips. Long Chuan Che would never tell anyone when he had something wrong. Most people couldn't understand when he was quiet.

"It's a way to teach Japanese literature a lesson."

Even though summer was about to begin, the falling plum rain was a bit cold. The wife shuddered and looked at Longchuan Tetsu with a look that said, "You might be a pervert."

The young man has narrow eyes and a thin lip line when he purses his lips.

"look at you."

Longchuan Che put his arm around his wife's waist.

"You'll get jealous and angry when you see me with other women, but if one day I really don't come back"

Ryukawa Toru didn't finish his words, but the general meaning was that when the Japanese literary world realizes that he is the truly indispensable person.
"Let's talk about it after you win the Tanizaki Junichiro Award."

The wife curled her lips.

It was not easy to ask those arrogant literati to bow their heads and admit defeat. After all, when Longchuan Che went to the Western team, their first thought was not to ask him to come back, but to refute his authority on classical literature.

Intellectuals look down on each other, Japan's culture of mono no aware.

Many people feel that they can do it too.

That’s why there’s the Tanizaki Junichiro Award, and that’s why there’s this rather spectacular anti-snake movement.

The falling rain soaked the trouser legs of both men, making them cold and wet.

Ryukawa Toru brought his wife to a hotel in Nishi Honganji Temple and stayed there.

"How did you get out?"

The wife wiped her black hair with a dry towel and looked at the Nishi Honganji Temple diagonally opposite with some curiosity.

The group portrait award is a closed selection after all, so no one noticed that Longchuan Che had slipped out for a whole day.

Speaking of this, Longchuan Che gets a little angry.

Except for one young lady, everyone in the judges' box stayed away from him, resulting in him climbing over the wall without anyone noticing until now.

"Being excluded? How pitiful."

The lady touched Longchuan Che's head lovingly, but then she thought that this guy might not like to interact with other people either.

After wringing out the water from the stockings she took off and hanging them on the windowsill, the lady yawned lazily.

In the past two days, Longchuan Tetsu has been running to Kyoto and Tokyo twice, and my body is so tired.

"What are you doing?"

He quietly crawled into the hotel's bedding, and Longchuan Che also took off his coat and followed in.

The wife looked at him with an expression as if to say, "Why don't you go home? What are you doing here?"

"No one will notice anyway, so let's sleep for a night before leaving."

A dim room with flickering lights.

My wife's body is soft and spongy.

Longchuan Che shamelessly tucked the corner of the quilt behind him.

"You're dreaming!"

The wife pushed Longchuan Che outside.

It is still uncertain whether Longchuan Che is a young master or a little kid raised by himself, so his wife would not sleep in the same bed with him.

"Hey."

Someone pushed me into bed and the cold wind from outside seeped in.

Longchuan Che sighed a little.

"7 days of group portrait viewing, more than a month abroad, it will be summer when I see you again."

The academic team from Princeton University stayed in the country for a short time, so it was a great event to wait until the Ryukawa Tetsu group portrait viewing was over.

Some people in the academic team think highly of him.

The wife's pushing became less forceful.

"England, France, Italy, is it necessary to go to so many places?"

The wife was somewhat dissatisfied, thinking that Longchuan Che was just using those Westerners as a stepping stone.

"Just do the whole act."

Long Chuan Che hugged his wife with some emotion, and when he was about to hug his wife and take a nap.

"correct."

Just by hugging her, Longchuan Che felt as if his body was sinking into the clouds.

The wife's body is soft and plump.

Like soft marshmallow.

"What did you say before you left last time?"

Ryukawa Tetsu rested his chin on his wife's soft shoulder.

He remembered what the woman seemed to say before she left last time.
Surprise or something like that.

(End of this chapter)