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

Chapter 352: The Executive's Cream Cake 9

Chapter 352: The Executive's Cream Cake 9
My wife was still in the hotel around 8 o'clock in the evening.

The time difference between the east and west regions made her look tired.

She hid in her room drinking coffee and eating dessert.

When I was one-third of the way through the strawberry cream cake, someone pushed the door open.

"what happened?"

Ryukawa Toru and Takeda Maki had happy expressions when they went out, but both of them had gloomy faces when they came back.

He walked in with a gloomy face and changed into his casual clothes with a gloomy face.

He took out a stack of manuscript paper from his room, said goodbye to himself and went out.

"Angry."

Ryukawa Toru left without saying a word, and Takeda Maki looked at him with a dark face.

Longchuan Che turned around and left without even saying hello to her.

"angry?"

The wife had a strange expression on her face. The two were holding hands before they went out, and they had a falling out after just one outing?
"It's okay, don't worry about it."

Takeda Maki sat down in front of her sister and looked at the desserts and drinks on the table.

"Where's Xiao Qian? Aren't you going to pick her up?"

The hotel has an airport pick-up service. If I remember correctly, I asked my sister to pick up her daughter at 7 o'clock in the evening.

Now the woman was leisurely eating the baked cake in the room, and her niece didn't notice it at all.

"What's so bad about it?"

There seemed to be anger in the general manager's tone. Mrs. Takeda frowned in dissatisfaction and then said.

"The plane was delayed and didn't arrive at Dublin Airport until ten o'clock."

Dublin Airport was not far from the Shelbourne Hotel where they were staying. Takeda Shinki nodded and scooped a piece of cream cake with a silver spoon to eat.

It is said that eating sweet food when you are in a bad mood can make you feel better, but the Irish-flavored cream cake tasted bland to Takeda Maki.

"What happened when you went out?"

The lady swung the silver spoon with some curiosity, it was rare to see her sister with such a ferocious face.

The woman was wearing a fishtail skirt and her hair was piled high in a beautiful bun.

Takeda Shinki glanced at her sister.

"He beat someone up in a bar, and I advised him not to be so impulsive next time, so he got angry."

The gloomy look on Ryukawa Toru's face is still fresh in people's memory, and Takeda Maki's memory goes back to just now.

"Colm is the chief judge for this year's Frank Novel Prize. You are too impulsive to take action."

When Takeda Shinki said this next to the candy-colored shop, Ryukawa Toru's expression became strange.

I was surprised and confused, and finally thought about it and asked her.

"Then what do you think I should do?"

"Then how did you answer?"

The sisters ate cake and drank drinks beside the hotel on the River Liffey.

The wife was desperately drinking coffee because she was waiting for someone, while Takeda Maki poured herself a cup of hot milk.

The cream cake paired with milk is a bit sweet, Takeda Maki said after thinking for a while.

"I think it's better to just give a warning for this kind of thing. If you rashly start a conflict, it may affect the subsequent selection."

Although Colm is a pervert, he is also one of the main judges of this year's Frank Novel Award.

Takeda Maki felt that Ryukawa Toru's action of immediately attacking was ill-considered.

"Then he just kept having a gloomy face and ignored me when I spoke to him."

The spoon in Takeda Maki's hand made a crackling sound as she said this. To be honest, if it weren't for the sensitive timing of the novel award selection, she would have found a way to deal with someone like Colm herself a long time ago.

"I'm just worried about affecting the selection of his works. This man is simply childish." Takeda Maki became angrier and angrier as she thought about it, and as she spoke, she slammed her fist on the table.

The huge noise made the six-inch cake on the table shake, and the lady smacked her lips.

"When did you become like this?"

Takeda Maki has mysophobia, a very serious psychological mysophobia.

Normally, her first reaction when encountering such a disgusting thing would definitely not be to tolerate it.

"My silly sister, your first reaction is to help the man."

The wife's tone was full of mockery. The main contradiction in this matter was the reversal of the two people's psychological positions.

Takeda Shinki was worried about the subsequent impact on Ryukawa Toru, but Ryukawa Toru felt that it was more important to protect Takeda Shinki from harassment.

"When two strong-willed people encounter this kind of situation, one of them will always have to give in."

Given Ryukawa Toru and Takeda Maki's personalities, it is normal for them to have disagreements from time to time. It is impossible for people with too strong ideas to have completely similar ideals.

"But is there something wrong?"

The lady looked at her sister suspiciously. This woman had clearly said at the beginning that she was just playing around, so why was she now opening her heart to her?

"I'm not wrong. Anyway, I won't pay any attention to him unless he admits his mistake."

What is this about thinking about men made Takeda Shinki blush a little. She tasted a bite of the cake and felt that it tasted a little sweeter than before.

It feels good to be cared for, but she still feels that Longchuan Che is a little too impulsive.

"At least wait until the Frank Novel Award is passed."

Takeda Shinki frowned and said this, and the lady next to her rolled her eyes.

The water of the River Liffey flowed slowly, and Longchuan Che returned to his room and began to write a book.

"The Ghost of Lexington", "The Green Beast", "Silence", "The Ice Man".

Tomorrow is the day when the long list for the Frank Novel Prize will be announced, and he must finish the remaining manuscript as soon as possible.
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After my husband went to work as usual, I was left with nothing to do.
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I sat alone on the sofa by the window, staring quietly at the yard through the gap in the curtains.
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There is no reason to do this, it's just because I have nothing to do.

Haruki Murakami is also a classic stream-of-consciousness writer. He likes to set the background between modern and surreal, using metaphors and symbols, as well as complex narrative clues.

There are ghosts in Lexington, green monsters underground in Green Beast, and the Ice Man who is different from ordinary people.

They are all metaphors for something in reality.
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But the hair, as sharp as steel needles, was mixed with silver, like the remaining snow that had not yet melted. His cheekbones were as awe-inspiring as cold rocks, and his fingers were covered with a layer of white frost that would never melt.
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Especially those eyes. They were silent, transparent, and gleaming with a cold light, like icicles in the early winter morning, as if they were the only real life in his makeshift body.

When Ryukawa Toru was writing "Ice Man", the door was suddenly pushed open with a creaky sound.

Longchuan Che didn't look back. The only person who had his room key was his wife or the general manager.

"Are you going to the airport later? It's too late. I'll go with you later."

Bring yourself a cup of black tea and some sliced strawberry cake.

Longchuan Che didn't look back, because only his wife would be so considerate and caring.

"No, no need."

Unexpectedly, the tone of the reply was quite cold and arrogant.

"Takako is gone."

There was embarrassment and blush in the woman's voice.

Longchuan Che turned around.

"What are you doing?"

Longchuan Toru was stunned. He was shocked to see Takeda Shinki beside him.