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

Chapter 333: Which room should I sleep in tonight?
"The Makioka Sisters" is a classical novel with a beautiful and romantic touch.

Using the story of the four Makioka sisters as an introduction, the book writes a lot about the customs and traditional objects of the Kansai region.

The trivial details fell like white snow, and even Ryukawa Toru had to admit that this was a much better work than "The Dancing Girl of Izu".

"Will you praise others?"

Xixuelong consists of three long novels, totaling 390,000 words.

When Longchuan Che finished watching in the courtyard, the sky was slightly yellow. The wife who came out of the kitchen rubbed Longchuan Che's eyebrows.

Just now, Ryukawa Toru said that "The Makioka Snow" uses a calm and delicate style to outline a world of oriental classical beauty where objects and myself complement each other. This is the first time my wife has seen Ryukawa Toru praise someone like this.

"The colorful narrative style and fascinating description of Kansai customs."

Longchuan Che flipped through a few pages casually.
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Without waiting for the evening breeze to urge me, I am already picking out my new wedding dress, unconsciously feeling sad.
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One day he will pass through the depths and shallows, visit the paradise at the bottom of the mirror, pass through the wind and smoke of the stubborn world, and brush shoulders with each other.

“The words and sentences are exquisite, and I feel that it is not much worse than "Snow Country".”

Most novels become more difficult to control as they get longer, and the more they can express.

This novel by Monk Hongping can be called a long masterpiece.

The film tells the story of the marriage and love life of middle-class families in the Kansai region during World War II, covering many areas such as history, geography, language, religion, etc., as well as the four-season pleasures of cherry blossom viewing, moon viewing, and firefly catching, as well as natural disasters such as the Great Hanshin Flood and the Kanto Typhoon.

"So serious?" The wife was shocked.

"Hongping has been the leader of the literary world for decades. Without his real ability, who would respect him?"

Longchuan Che was lying on the hammock in the courtyard, staring at the clouds in the sky in a daze.

The old monk at home was relentless in pursuit, and Patrick abroad was also in the dilemma of being rejected.

"Don't frown, sir."

The wife propped up her face and looked at the boy on the rocking bed. "If the Booker Prize doesn't work, there's still the Kafka Prize. If the Kafka Prize doesn't work, there's still the Frank Short Story Prize. With so many applications, there must be one that will win."

Ryukawa Che now needs an international award to open up overseas markets, and perhaps also needs a foreign award to increase his domestic influence.

It has been a long time since anyone in the Japanese literary world has won a major international literary award.

Longchuan Che held up his face and looked at his wife.

"None of them?"

Longchuan Che smiled. Not winning the award this time could be considered as both internal and external troubles. He might very well go from being a great writer to being a blank slate again.

"nothing?"

The wife raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't even ask my sister to support you."

Longchuan Che's original intention was to hear a few considerate words of "I will support you if you are not okay", but now his wife is not fooled.

Appreciate the youth and appreciate the group portrait.

Longchuan Che always pretends to be in a state of panic and asks people to come and comfort him.

"Okay, okay. I'm gentle and caring but not clingy. I'll steal your sister's money to support you."

When they met again, Longchuan Che became a little talkative. His wife glared at him and pulled him to the kitchen.

The wife didn't have much ability to do for Ryukawa Tetsu, but she cooked the first meal after he arrived in France.

Beef tartar, smoked prosciutto, and grilled trout.

"Your sister doesn't want to eat?"

While his wife was going to mix a salad, Ryukawa Che sat down at the small table in the kitchen.

The small table is made of cypress, and the carefully prepared dishes exude a delicious color on it.

"She said to contact the Writers' Association in England."

In addition to some authoritative figures, the English Writers' Association also has the right to recommend the Booker Prize. The Booker Prize is a major award of the same caliber as the Kafka Prize. Neither Ryukawa Toru nor Takeda Maki want to give up so easily.

Very strange feeling.

One of the Takeda sisters was busy at work upstairs, while the other was cooking for herself in front of the stove.

Longchuan Che didn't know what the general manager's current condition was, but the wife was wearing a mature black long skirt with a white apron around her body.

The interweaving of black and white looks like the simplest maid outfit, thinking of the wife's sticky thoughts in the afternoon.

"What are you doing?" While preparing the sauce for the vegetable salad, someone suddenly hugged her slender waist from behind.

The wife licked her lips and asked with pretended curiosity.

"I'm worried that the salad you made might not taste good, so I'm helping you take a look."

Longchuan Che's eyes were full of curiosity. In the afternoon, when the general manager was around, he and his wife would at most do some small things secretly.

There is no chance to soothe the rippled spring water, and now that the executive director is busy, the opportunity is a little rare.

"Then should I thank you?"

The boy's hand slid down her waist to her lower abdomen, his hand was big and warm.

The wife added some fresh cream to the mayonnaise in a reproachful tone.

Whether a salad is delicious or not, in addition to the freshness of the fruits and vegetables, the sauce is also of utmost importance.

My wife is not smart in other aspects, but her life skills are maxed out.

Longchuan Che watched the other person mix the mayonnaise and milk into a thick paste.

"How long will you stay this time?"

When the sauce became thick, Ryukawa Tetsuya clasped his hands on his wife's lower abdomen.

The woman has a soft belly and she tends to spread her legs slightly apart when wearing a long skirt with a mature style.

"I haven't decided yet. I'm going to take a weekend off these two days, but..."

But after a long while, the wife didn't finish her words.

After preparing the sauce, she had to find a way to tear the fruits and vegetables apart and throw them into the metal basin.

Cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, endive, and purple leaf lettuce.

However, the simple movements in the past seemed particularly difficult now.

"Why, you don't want to go back?"

The wife was inconvenienced and Longchuan Che had no intention of helping her.

He pinched his wife's bulging belly, and the soft skin made him particularly addicted.

"Then let's go to Ireland together."

Ireland is the last stop that Longchuan Che visited before coming to France. It has grasslands, cliffs and beaches that are not inferior to New Zealand. It is a city that is very suitable for summer travel.

"Ireland?"

The wife held Longchuan Tetsu's hand and supported one arm on the table.

Vegetable salad is a later matter, what is more important now is whether or not to go to Ireland.

"I'm going to participate in the Frank Short Story Award. You don't want to see me go on stage to accept the award?"

The entry for the Frank Short Story Award is "Blind Willow and Sleeping Girl", a fantasy short story with an absurd story and an incomprehensible plot.

"I"

In fact, the wife just took some time to come and see Longchuan Tetsu. She is an employee, not a senior executive like her sister.

"you are not willing?"

Longchuan Che leaned forward and his wife was pressed on the table. He let go of her hand and helped his wife deal with the ingredients on the table.

Cucumbers need to be peeled and tomatoes need to be diced.

If you don't stay, the other party won't move.

The wife held onto the table and glanced behind her anxiously.

"I do."

The lady bent her waist and shook it familiarly.

"I'm just worried you won't be able to bear it."

Takeda Maki is here, and so am I.

The wife really didn't know how her little man dared to do that.

(End of this chapter)